Time/Date :It is currently 06:49 Pacific Time on Wed Mar 12 2008.

Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 29 degrees Fahrenheit (-1 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.25 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 27 degrees Fahrenheit (-2 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (34% 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.

Looking at Theo:

Theo stands about 5'9" weighing about 125 pounds, with wavy black hair, olive skin and dark-brown eyes. His usual expression is calm, with a slight smile. He looks at his surroundings, but doesn't seem to be especially inquisitive. He may come across as slightly shy. Right now he's wearing a St. Uriel's school blazer and tie over a white sport shirt, blue slacks and casual leather shoes with black socks.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278POXc)

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 the Fury House, and KL is busy at the dining table. As has become common, she's clamped a craft board to the dining table, and is currently working on a piece of brown leather, tongue clamped between her lips and a look of intense concentration on her face.

Theo walks up to the front door and mentally prepares himself for the shock he always feels if Nike answers the door before ringing the bell.

It isn't Nike who answers the door. It's KL. The Ahroun cracks the door open and peers through the gap, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at the person waiting outside. "Hello?" she asks. "Who are you? What do you want?" There's nothing like a warm welcome. And this is nothing like a warm welcome.

Theo is carrying a sketchbook and a box of pencils. He responds with a smile that is courteous, having gotten this reception more than once. "Good morning," he says, "I'm Theo Stamatis, Greek Fury Kin. I was hoping to talk with Alesia. If she's not here, though, I could just leave these things for her."

"Ah!" KL says. "*You're* Theo!" She opens the door properly. "Come in, come in. I've been meaning to have a chat with you, after Alesia told me about you." She moves back inside, and pulls out a seat, so that it's a little bit away from the others, and gestures at it. "Close the door, sit there." She herself sits down in one of the other chairs, facing the indicated one directly.

Theo nods politely, and takes a seat where KL indicates. As he does he bends over to set the sketchbook and pencils on the floor. When he straightens up he looks at her with the same sort of expression he might wear if he were interviewing for a job, mostly confident with just a hint of anxiety.

KL stares at him, long and hard, her lips compressed into a thin line. Eventually, she breaks the tableaux. "Nike has left, for the time being," she says. "And I am now in charge of the Furies. Which means Alesia. Which means I have a great deal of concern about who she dates." A long pause. "Do you understand what I mean?"

From upstairs can be heard the sounds of the shower running.

Theo answers, "You want to know what kind of person I am." He takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts and inhales before speaking. "I take school very seriously and I'm planning to get a job with Alexander once I graduate. I'm working there part time now, doing data entry. My older brother, Peter, is Garou, and I've been told about the War. I don't fully understand what it is Alesia does as a Guardian, but I know it's extremely important and I respect it. For now we're friends. It can stay that way for as long as Alesia wants. She's very nice and I care about her a lot. Is there something more you need to know?"

The Fury Elder nods slowly. "That all sounds good. Tell me about your parents?" she asks, her eyes never leaving the face of the kin sitting opposite her.

The faintest sound of humming can be heard mingling with the shower's pitter patter. If one were to concentrate, they'd hear the tune of 'Stuck in the middle with you...'

Theo relaxes just a touch at the question. "My father's a lawyer, and my mother works at home. They love us all very much, but...it was very tense at home before Peter changed. It's easier now that he's with Garou. He's been away for about eight years now, and we all get along really well. That's my parents, me, my brother Luke and my sister Rainy...short for Irena."

KL nods very slowly, taking all this in. "So," she asks, "why do you like Alesia?" She folds her arms across her chest, leaning slightly towards him.

Not too long after, the shower turns off and the gentle creaking of the flooring can be heard. A minute or two after that, the door opens and Zeke it stepping out half dressed. It's unusual for him, and more so considering he's managed to put his hat onto his sopping wet head, but he's bare chested this morning and still toweling off as he steps downstairs. What might be surprising is how fit and shaped his chest and stomach is; though that hardly makes up for the off colored and hairless arms.

Theo exhales slightly before answering, "Well, beside the fact that she's a nice person, and she's pretty, there's something...special...about her. She's got a kind of strength, inside, that shows when she looks at you." He hesitates for a few seconds. "She doesn't smile much, but it's not that she's sad. She's taking on a really big responsibility and it's very serious. But...I want...I want to help her feel happy. Does that make sense?" His expression is surprisingly intense.

"Hi Zeke," KL says, greeting the Metis without looking up. "This is Theo. He's dating Alesia. And I'm just getting to know him." She looks bitterly at the kin. "He seems worryingly perfect, actually." She stares at the kin. "So, what are your flaws? What should I be worried about?"

Zeke catches himself then and a quick rush of embarassment catches him. "Oh, I didn't realize there were guests, I'm sorry." He turns and quick feet pound right back up to the second floor of the house.

Theo sits a little taller in his chair. "It's going to be really hard for me to keep up a relationship with someone who's in a War. I'm not going to try and stop her from doing what she has to, but the thought of Alesia getting hurt or k...worse is hard for me to accept." He takes a breath and continues, "And I guess a stereotype about Greek men is true for me. If I get emotional I get /really/ emotional, though I promise you, I'm not violent."

"That's not so bad," KL says, biting her bottom lip. "I should warn you that I am very protective of Alesia, given that she didn't have the best start in life. And if you don't know about that, then I'm not going to tell you." She blinks. "So, treat her well." She grins, suddenly. "You pass, in case you hadn't guessed."

A minute later Zeke returns, now donning a long-sleeved and somewhat loose fitting t-shirt. "Sorry, good morning KL, Theo."

Theo grins back and says, "Thanks." Then he turns serious and says, "She told me some of it. And I think she's managed to face it and grow stronger for facing it."

KL looks thoughtful. "Theo, can you do me a favour?" she asks. "I have some worries about Alesia, and I need your help. I worry that she's...well...she spends a lot of time in the woods, and that's good - it's helped her in lots of ways. But it's time for her to come back, before she ends up like... well, seperated from everything. All I'm asking is that you continue doing what you've been doing - seeing her, trying to get her to go places with you." She raises an eyebrow, enquiringly, checking if the kin is following.

Zeke eyes the pair as he finds them in discussion about one his tribemates, then quietly goes to the kitchen to rummage about for breakfast.

Theo says, "Oh, I see. I'll do that, KL. I'll be glad to."

"Cool," KL says, leaning back, and dropping the intensity a couple of notches. "She's out being a Guardian at the moment, but I can take her anything you want her to have." She pauses. "Write her a letter? She'd like that, I think."

Theo smiles at that. "Okay, I will. And the sketchbook and pencils are for her, too." He points at the floor. "I'll come back later today with a letter for her."

The Fury Elder stands, smiles and nods. "I'll take them out to her later today or, more likely, tomorrow, unless she drops by to collect them. Now, is there anything you need or want? Other than permission to see Alesia, which you have?"

Zeke glances back at this, head canting curiously as he more or less eavesdrops on them.

Theo stands up as well and says, "No, thanks, KL. It was good to meet you." He turns to Zeke and says, "Hello, Zeke, good to see you again."

Zeke gives a faint nod to the other, but remains otherwise silent.

"Good, if you do, just ask," KL says, smiling more genuinely at the boy. "I'm sure Alesia will be pleased you dropped by." There's just a hint of a note of dismissal in her voice, and she heads towards the door, to open it for Theo.

Theo takes the cue and heads out. "Thanks again," he says. "Take care." He walks down the front steps and heads back toward St. Claire.

Zeke watches as the kin is excused, his hands still busy with making toast for himself this morning.

KL watches the kin go, then closes the door behind him. "Hmm," she says, quietly. "What do you reckon?" she asks Zeke. "If he's an axe-murder, a secret servant of the wyrm or something equally distasteful, he's hiding it real well." She suddenly stops. "Sorry, that was horribly tactless."

Zeke grins slightly, "When I first met him, I scented him for taint and he was clean. I didn't check this morning, but I don't think he's one that needs to be continuously put to test for that either."

"No," KL says, smiling and walking into the kitchen. "I wasn't really worried about that. But Alesia...needs careful handling. In a way, she was as broken as Kavi was when we found her. But he seems like the right sort of person. He's not going to push too hard, or threaten her. And whether or not it goes anywhere, it's going to be good for her."

Zeke nods his head in easy agreement. "I agree completely. Hopefully, it will be equally reciprocated and this will be good for him."

KL grins. "Yeah, ideally. Though he seems grounded enough that if it doesn't, it won't wreck his life." She sits herself down. "What's on the agenda for today?" she asks. "Oh, and I got the go-ahead to go full after No-Nose. Want in?"

Zeke looks up to her and shakes his head, "No, I'd rather not present unneeded risks. Have you come up with a plan?"

"What do you mean, "unneeded risks"?" KL asks. "Oh, and yes, sort of. We aren't one hundred percent certain where he is, we just have a general area. So, if he's away from population, we take him down in a big bundle - I have a plan for that. If he isn't, then we'll need to be more cautious."

Zeke nods to her, "Unneeded risk as in, he likely knows we are coming yes? He may prepare for such, and given that he is Garou, he knows what hurts us." A glance is tossed quickly to the floor, "What hurts you, is absolutely deadly to me KL. If it happens in the city, I risk the veil too easily."

"We know it isn't the city that he's in," KL says. "But OK. Hmm. Who else should I ask? Any thoughts? Lefty would be great to have along. Likewise, Viv." Suddenly, her smile gets wider and more wicked. "Oh. There's an interesting thought."

Zeke looks to her, "What makes an interesting thought? And it depends who all you have already put together."

"Well, to be honest, I'm inheriting a bit of a mess," the Fury Ahroun explains. "Riot was organising it, but then she had a row with Saul and it got a bit heated. Now Saul is entirely out of the picture, and Riot says - right, your challenge, you're in charge." She shrugs. "I'll gather up who I can and deal. Trying to cherry-pick is silly."

Zeke nods his head, "Riot would be a good one to take with, or was that a given? She's an ambitious young Ahroun and eager." The toast begins to get consumed as he leans back against the counter. "You have a tattoo right?"

"Two," KL says, looking confused. "Why? Are you thinking of getting one?" She blinks, and studies the Metis. "It might be really awkward for you."

Zeke looks to her and nods, "I know. I was wondering if there were ways around it. I mean, there are ways to awaken the herbs for smoking, or awaken alchohol or even tobacco. Perhaps there's a way for it to work with the inks and dyes? They do not heal when you shift forms?"

"Oh yes, it does heal," KL says. "But it doesn't reject. A healed tattoo is one with the skin sealed over it, not no tattoo." She grins. "Makes it quite easy - though I've always waited a couple of days before shifting to be sure." She pauses. "Awakened ink? Would be interesting."

Zeke lifts a shoulder, "I've heard that people get tattoos to signal changes in life or circumstance, I thought maybe... I don't know. It'd have to be a kin who did it or another Garou, anyway, and that narrows the field even more. Then comes the matter of what it would be of."

KL nods. "It's difficult. I've agonised over mine for ages. But then I remembered something really important," she says, looking Zeke in the eyes, her face set with certainty.

Zeke cants his head as he grows more interested, "What is that?"

"I'm a fucking werewolf," KL says. "If I don't like it, I'll get someone to cut all the skin off with a knife, and take the ink away with it." She grins at him. "Would take about two minutes to heal, I think."

Zeke laughs at this and nods, "You're right on that. I'll think on it for a while anyway. Also, Cole has granted permission to both Melodie and I to train their half moon cub in regards to her auspice. Would it be alright to have her here for some lessons?"

"Of course," KL says, looking surprised. "Look, in general, anyone you want to have visit you is OK by me. I'll tell you who isn't welcome, if anyone isn't. At the moment, it's Glasswalkers and Silvertip."

Zeke gives a nod and grins a little. "Understood. I can and will abide by those." He moves to put the plate into the sink and then washes his hands. "Anything you need me to do today?"

"Not really," KL says. "Oh, if I give you some money, can you buy more toilet-roll for us? We're running out. I think Cedric has been eating it." She smiles.

Zeke blinks, "Are you, being serious?"

"Oh, absolutely," KL replies, deadpan. "I caught him holding the toilet brush in one hand, a baseball in the other, sitting on the toilet yelling about being the Queen of England." She nods definitely.

Zeke frowns at this, shaking his head. "He needs help KL and I am not sure there is help for him here on Gaia's green anymore."

KL can't hold it for any longer, and starts laughing. "It's quite an amusing image, isn't it?" she says. "No, he's fine. Or he will be. Lucey has a plan for getting him out of the country on a boat, and we're planning a trip into the city to say goodbye to Vex."

Zeke's frown deepens, "Were you joking with me or is he really acting in this fashion? It doesn't matter, there is nothing we can do here without going against the sept anyway. I just pray that his mind is given rest, or he is reborn with less... chaos."

"I am joking with you," KL admits in the end. "He hasn't done anything particularly mad since he came here. I think most of it is circumstance, rather than his nature, you know." A pause. "I'm going to miss him terribly."

Zeke nods and seems to breath a sigh of relief. "You are close with them then? I am sorry KL. It must be very hard, but perhaps look at it that you are not losing him, so much as just being further from him. In that light, this resolution is somewhat easier to bear, yes?"

"He's my packmate," KL says. "And yes, sometimes he's a bit odd. But people seem to question his heart, and it's not fair or right." She bites her bottom lip. "All my friends go away, except the ones who die. They're the only ones who stay with me."

Zeke lets out a sigh, "I will do my best to not go then KL, I will be here until you tell me my welcome is worn thin."

"It's not going to happen in a hurry," KL says, with a smile. "Right. Shower time for me. Remember about the toilet paper." With that, she heads off upstairs, humming to herself.


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