Time/Date :It is currently 06:54 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 11 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.25 and rising, and the relative humidity is 89 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (28% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.
A young man who may just be approaching his late teens, Zeke is not overly tall- topping off at about 5'10", and not overly muscled. He does look fit though, perhaps the kind of average physique that suggests an active lifestyle opposed to hours spent on the weight bench. His carriage is modest and without any aloofness about him, though he does not give the impression of being uncomfortable in his skin either.
His face is a oval rather than narrow, broad cheeked and with a wide, easy grin. A fair skinned complexion grants an even starker contrast for his jade-green eyes. The three-day stubble he wears seems to be planned rather than a show of laziness, or perhaps he just doesn't grow facial hair very well; regardless, the hair outlines over his lip and on the lowest part of his chin.
His clothes are simple and effective, and no matter what time of year it is, Zeke is found wearing long sleeve shirts and a wide variety of beanie hats- always worn down past the ears. His jeans appear well worn and loved, and his shoes are of the common Mall Shoestore variety. He's also a fond supporter of hooded sweatshirts and jackets- again, hood always up.
Also notable is that this individual is missing fingers on his left hand. The pinky finger is completely gone and the ring finger is missing down to the lowest knuckle.
Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
Her mid-brown hair is now quite long, and she wears it in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black eather bands. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesn't know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin decorated in two places - on her left upper arm is a largish tattoo of something that looks a little like a bear, with its jaws spread wide and slaver falling in droplets. It has the words "No Mercy" written with gusto beneath it. On her right shoulder-blade, if visible, is a second tattoo, two-inch-square, of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.
Around her neck hangs a pendant, an oval disk made of some kind of bone. It looks like it's been decorated with carved designs, which are somewhat hard to make out on casual inspection. The pendant is hung on a leather thong.
Morning, in Furyville. A peaceful morning, the house is quiet, calm, disturbed only by the violent vomiting noises echoing down the stairs from the top floor. Someone, and from the tenor of the regurgitation, it's almost certainly KL, is being seriously indisposed into the toilet.
Zeke had woken up earlier and gone downstairs to work on breafkast making, but now the sounds of someone being ill catch his attention. He looks to the eggs he'd been scrambling and then pulls out the toaster instead and begins that task.
Some time later, maybe five minutes, the sounds of aggressive nausea stop, and then KL arrives. Looking green, her eyes bloodshot, and an expression of mild shock on her face. "Good morning," she says, quietly. "Can I not be pregnant, please? That was unpleasant."
Zeke takes the plate of toast and hands it over to her. "Perhaps there are teas or other herbal aids to help with that symptom. And I've heard it only happens in the morning. Usually?"
"I don't know," KL admits, taking the toast and sitting down at the table with it. "This is the first time." She grimaces. "I think I have to put up with it for about two months. This may be the longest two months ever." The Fury Ahroun studies the toast gingerly. "Looks nice," she says dubiously.
Zeke nods his head, "It may sit better on your stomach than eggs." He moves to sit down then, and he takes his eggs with him.
"Don't talk about eggs," KL groans. "That's what got me into this mess in the first place." She flashes a grin at the Metis. "So, enough about my stomach. If I don't think about it, it'll go away. How are you? What did you get up to yesterday?"
Zeke nods his head toward her and then starts eating his breakfast. "I went to the city with Lefty. We stopped for diner food."
"Cool," KL says, taking a bite of toast and chewing it thoroughly. "I like Lefty. She's got her head on right, I think." She peers at the Metis. "You seem a bit subdued. Oh!" The Fury pauses. "I wanted to make something, for when Kavi and I have a meeting. A sort of "sorry for shouting at you, even if you did behave oddly at me" gift." She puts her head on one side. "And I thought I could make him a strap for his guitar. What do you think?"
Zeke looks up, "I think that's a very suitable gift. He'd like it I bet. And I am not subdued, I am always like this."
KL studies him. "I know. It worries me. I mean, if I thought you were happy being quiet, then I'd not say a word. It's OK to be quiet and bookish. But you seem unhappily quiet." She takes another bite of toast, munching it cautiously.
Zeke looks up at the other and lifts both shoulders, "I seem unhappy? I am just... focused."
"Should I get Melodie to check that?" KL asks, raising an eyebrow. "I know what focused looks like." She shakes her head. "I know you're pissed at me. I can feel it. I don't think I've deserved it this time, but in general, I understand. A bit. I'm not you, so I don't "know what you're feeling"." And she actually does the quote marks in the air. "But I think I can see it a bit. And I have to find out how to help you, or at least not continually thump you in the face. Metaphorically." Beat. "And literally, actually. Without compromising what the tribe believes, and its essential nature."
Zeke looks back at her, "Get Melodie to check on what? My being focused? Nonono. I am fine KL. There is just little place for me to talk about my concerns here, because they are mine and not the tribes. I am not pissed off at you, I have been frustrated, but that is different."
KL frowns at this. "If there isn't space for you to talk about your concerns here, then that's my problem. And whatever's my problem is the tribe's. Or something. OK. You get some breakfast talk time. Whatever you say over the next five minutes, I will not shout at you. I will not thump you. Go." She takes a bite of toast, her eyes focused - without staring - at the Philodox.
Zeke feels more than a little put on the spot at this, and for a moment he just stares at her with his fork mid-rise to his mouth. "I..." he pauses again, "Honestly, I cannot seem to find my niche. Since coming here, to this sept where there are so many tribes and ideas and beliefs, I have been privvy to new thoughts and thought processes. I can't figure out how to be Fury and be male. I don't believe the tribe allows it."
"Interesting," KL says, blinking slowly. "OK, in what ways do you find that being a Fury and being male conflict?" she asks carefully. "And, um, I hate to be all rubbish and psycho-babbly, but who are you basing your definition of male off?"
Zeke sighs, "See, this is what is getting to me! Because I am not capable of reproducing, I am not male? I function KL. I was quite capable when..." he stops, clears his throat and then continues. "I have the same wants and instincts and desires that any man does. And because of them, I am seen as less than the rest of you, my being metis aside even."
KL stares at him, long and hard. "You are aware that didn't follow on from my question, right?" she asks, still calm. "I know you do. And I *do not* see you as less that "the rest of us". That's something you're imagining." She pauses. "I ask again, how does being male and being a Fury conflict for you, and who are you basing your definition of "male" on?"
"My definition of male. I'm built as one, I function as one, I just... lack one part of it. I cannot be Fury and Male because everytime I stand up for men, I get told I am wrong to dare think of doing so." Zeke sighs. "Yesterday you rationalized Kavi's ordeal by saying it was horrid, but you know, women go through it all the time. It shouldn't matter who is going through it, or who goes through it more often than the other. We should be helping anyone who has been abused in that fashion."
"Go and talk to Jacob," KL says, quietly. "He might be able to help you." She pauses. "Have I at *any* time *even remotely* hinted that I thought we shouldn't help Kavi. That I wasn't sorry for what had happened to him. But I say it again, if it had been a woman that it had happened to, I do not believe there would have been the same outcry, the same demands. In fact, I'm sure of it. That's not the same as belittling it. Or thinking that it is less than it is." She pauses. "Here. Tell me what you think of this article." She goes and grabs a magazine from where it has been lying by the door, and flicks it open to a page, then slides it across the table to Zeke. It's open to a complimentary article about Hilary Clinton's dress sense.
Zeke looks to her with a frown, growing frustrated as she argues back. "You know... nevermind." He looks to the article and gives it a faint shrug. "It's pointless blather. It's media looking for a handhold."
The Fury Ahroun sighs, and slumps back in her chair. "Go and find a similar article about Obama or McCain. Just one." She shakes her head. "Sometimes I wonder if you really do understand what it means to be a Fury. Whether you think that it's just "hate men hate men" rah-rah-rah." She looks at him, hard. "I *do not* hate men. I like many of them a lot. There are many women that I *dislike* intensely. And I think it is possible to be male and a Fury. Even more, I think it's possible to be male and a Fury and not broken inside like Alexander. But I think that unless you can find someone -someone male- to talk to about it, you'll keep wandering around in circles. Because you're being pushed by hormones, not by any actual rational desire. You couldn't tell me, and I asked *twice* in what way being male and a Fury conflicted. You couldn't tell me what your idea of being male was. You should try and find out."
Zeke snaps back, "You keep asking me three things at once. Being male comes from my physical makeup. It comes from what hormones trigger what instincts and wants in me. And I cannot be male and Fury because I am a half moon, and the Furies don't see things in equal terms. They never will. What do you feel when someone says something derogatory toward women?"
"If you believe that's even remotely relevant...and if you believe that shit about being male coming solely - or even mainly - from your physical makeup, then you're a blithering idiot." KL fires back. Then she takes a breath, and pauses. "You're right, though - I shouldn't randomly make "men" comments. Even if I don't often really mean them." She shakes her head. "Zeke, I am *really really* lucky. Garou are much better about being gender-blind than normal humans. But even in the world of Garou, I get discriminated against because of my sex. You get discriminated against because of your birth. But in the normal world, out there, you are one of the most priviledged people on Earth. Male. White. Western." She ticks the points off on her fingers. "Tell me that you understand that, at least?"
Zeke shakes his head, "I cannot understand that KL. I have not ever grown up in, or of, the normal world. I have grown up Garou, tucked inside of Septs and caerns and safe places where the normal world could not see me. And there, I was male among Furies, and metis among pure Garou. I will not argue against someone when they tell me metis are lesser. Every day I am made aware of how I function less well than the rest of you. But I will not stand by and sit idle when a Fury speaks ill of men, because I find it exceptionally hypocritical of them."
"You have that *totally* backwards," KL says. "You *should* speak out when someone belittles Metis. You *should*. When someone attacks the powerless, you should defend them." She stands up, finally getting agitated. "You are right, it is wrong to speak unwarranted ill of men. But at the moment, even in the Garou world, outside of a very few places, men have the vast majority of the power, of the priviledge." She points at the magazine article. "And if a woman dares to ask for power, to ask for a job that she thinks she's capable of doing, the number one thing that the world will care about is what she looks like. What she wants to do is a long way down the list."
Zeke looks to the article and shakes his head, "Then the other articles having been written on mean nothing? You sift a needle from a haystack and call it an outrageous attack on the feminine. And even among Garou? Who leads the Gnawers here? The Walkers, the Shadow Lords, the Wendigo, the Gaians, the SEPT?"
"Because here is such a typical example," KL spits back angrily. "And fucking amazing. Four whole tribes. Five if you count us. Half. Less than half, if you throw in the Sept Officers into your count. In this paragon of liberal virtue, less than half of the most important people are women. And this is supposed to be good?" She points at the article. "And this isn't a needle in a haystack. This is *all the time*."
Zeke stands up, "Stop pitying yourself just for being a woman. That is the real issue. Sometimes KL, it is because there is a man who does the job better, not because he is a man, but because of /who/ he is. Perhaps I don't belong in this tribe at all. Perhaps I /should/ speak with the Gaians or the Walkers or the Gnawers!"
"There's only one way you are leaving this tribe, Zeke," KL says, very quietly. "Are you sure you want out?" The light catches her cheeks, and it's suddenly obvious that they're glistening, covered in tears.
Zeke studies his elder and narrows his eyes at catching the sight of her tears. Frustration overcomes him and all at once the table is grabbed and flipped. "I don't know what I want!!" Tableware and eggs go flying and that's not the end of his outburst. A fist turns and slams against the wall behind him, rattling the shelving and causing a picture to crash to the floor. His hat comes tearing off and he throws it across the room. "I want to not be a fucking metis! I want to not be fucking cripple and a fucking waste of garou blood. I want my fucking head to stop fucking confusing me all the time. I want to fucking know what I am supposed to be doing and thinking. I want to fucking live a little without being fucking abused for it!"
KL is now in floods of tears, the water running down her face. "Zeke," she says, "Zeke, Zeke..." her voice is quiet, and she reaches for him - not to attack him, but in a surprisingly non-awkward offered embrace. "I will help you. I will. You aren't half of those things and you can do the others. Whatever you need or want, I'll help you. I love you. I love you, and I want you to be happy."
The initial reaction from the metis is a flinching of body and eyes, but the touch comes softly for him, and in that moment he accepts it. He drops down to his knees as he struggles to fight against his own tears, and when the embrace comes full fold he presses into it. "I only... only know what I'm not."
"Listen to me," KL says, softly in his ear. "You're clever, and fair-minded, and nice. You have the best of hearts. And you're right. You need to live a little. Look, go and stay in the city. With Anji, if you like, or at the tenement. You can come back here all the time, whenever you want, but get out of here, get away from the Furies for a bit. See the rest of the world, at least in St. Claire. Talk to other people. I mean it, about talking to Jacob. He's got his head screwed on straight, and he's got a good soul." She hugs him tighter. "And remember that you're our family. Our blood. And we love you very much indeed. And we're proud of you, and of all that you've done."
Zeke takes quick breaths as the other speaks to him, but there is a gentle shake of his head. "I don't want to run away from this. Or the Furies. I'll talk to him, I will. I'm sorry KL, I'm sorry I am so much trouble."
"You are only as much trouble as you are worth," KL says, still not releasing her hold. She lifts a foot, and pulls a chair over with it, hops neatly up onto it, so she's above Zeke, and kisses his forehead, then hops back down. "And you may come and go as you please. But do see the world. And maybe you can see yourself reflected in it, and realise who and what you are. And how good you are."
Zeke looks up to her then and gives a slight nod. A hand rubs over his face vigorously, hiding the threat of tears and pinkening his cheeks. "You're a good Fury KL. A good alpha."
"I'm working on it," KL says, finally releasing him. "I've got a long way to go, and I need to stop and think before launching sometimes." She shrugs. "But I want to be a good alpha, and I think I can do it." There's no cockiness about this, just confidence and honesty. She starts to collect the strewn bits of table and crockery up, just tidying.
Zeke nods to her and then moves to help her pick up. "Sorry I shoved the table. And hit the wall." He glances then toward the living room, where the hat ended up, and moves to go fetch it. "I'll clean this, it is my mess. Then I think I will go to the caern for a while."
"Yeah, and I've *never* done anything like this," KL says, grinning at him. "Have fun, and...you know. Gaia guard you."
Zeke nods his head a little, grinning at the elders attempt to make him feel better. "Thanks KL."