Time/Date :It is currently 13:52 Pacific Time on Tue Apr 1 2008.

Place : Nicholson Hall(#3494RJ)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.29 and falling, and the relative humidity is 51 percent. The dewpoint is 28 degrees Fahrenheit (-2 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (28% full).

Nicholson Hall(#3494RJ)

The main room of the Hall is well furnished, with beautiful ash floors. Wooden beams support the second floor, while giving the large home a rustic appeal. The room has been divided into two sections, with a clear pathway that leads into the kitchen. One half of the living room is filled with comfortable armchairs, end tables, and a sizable coffee table. All of which are situated in front of the living rooms main windows and creates a perfect environment for reading, or simply watching the world go by. The remaining half of the room contains a couch, two plush chairs, and a coffee table in front of an expansive stone fireplace. A spiral staircase is tucked into one corner.


Now in her early twenties, KL has lost much of the teenage stroppiness that characterised her younger self. It has been replaced by a slower burning, though still as fierce, intensity. She is still on the short side, standing perhaps 5'2" tall in her bare feet, and has a slightly built and slender frame, with a tight musculature that speaks of plentiful exercise. When she moves, she displays a compact grace, poise and balance. Even if she still occasionally slouches.
She has long, mid-brown - uncharitable people would say mousy - hair which she usually wears in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black leather 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. There's something off-putting about her, though - she has an aggressive posture, a tendency to glare at people - particularly people she doesn't know, and an air of barely-restrained violence.
She 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.
Unless obscured by clothing, visible across her throat is a fairly horrendous scar, an angry stripe running from the bottom right corner until it terminates just below her jawline on the left side. More likely to be obscured is the scar in the small of her back, faded and older, but just as horrible.


Darkly handsome, Alexander is a man in his mid thirties, with neatly cut black hair and a fine beard that runs along his jawline. His eyes are a dark brown and they compliment his olive skin. He is slim, without being thin, body having the look of one who takes on regular exercise to stay in shape, but nothing beyond that.
Currently, he is clad in a pair of simple blue jeans and a plain black button down shirt. A heavy gold and gem-encrusted ring decorates the second finger of Alexander's right hand. Running shoes adorn the Kinsman's feet, completing his appearance.

It's a cool day, brisk and with a steady wind. Alexander is playing some music from the Who, as he putters around the house and does some spring cleaning.

The door to the hall opens and closes, with...well, a surprising lack of ferocity, given it's just admitted KL. "Alex?" she calls, once inside. "Are you around?" She comes further inside, taking her jacket off as she does.

Alexander pokes his head out of the kitchen, wearing gloves and holding a mop in one hand. "I'm over here."

KL smiles, and, tossing her jacket over an en-route chair, walks over to him. "I got your gift," she says, her mouth twisting into a small smile. "Somewhat of a surprise," her demeanour suggests it wasn't an unwelcome one. "There's... I have some news for you."

Alexander drops the mop in to its bucket and starts to work the gloves off his hands. "I hope I was not out of line. I've noticed a shift towards more 'feminine' attire and I thought that you would would look good in that particular dress. News?"

"There are limits," KL says, with a little laugh. "But hey, everyone needs a black dress, right?" She pauses. "I have passed my challenge. I am now Rises-Like-Phoenix-From-Rage's-Fire, Fostern. Raging-Phoenix for short. And still KL, obviously." She looks at the kin. "And if you felt like celebrating that, in a non-alcohol, because I'm pregnant, fairly soft-food, because of this..." her fingertips touch the scar on her neck, "...sort of way, I'd be delighted to accept your invitation."

Alexander looks at the woman's neck and visibly winces at the scar he finds there. "That looks as it it hurt," he notes and starts to wash his hands. "Is there anything in particular you'd like? Shall I start you with a fruit smoothie?"

"A fruit smoothie now would be great," KL says. "I don't know. I was sort of looking for an opportunity to wear your present." She shrugs. "But if you have other plans, that'd be cool too. Have you any news?"

Alexander finishes washing his hands and pulls out a blender, then a packet of frozen fruit from the freezer. "Nothing of any real note. I invited Riot over for dinner one night. She seemed to be worried that you might be upset with her, if she was to come here again."

KL blinks, looking surprised. "She's funny," the Ahroun says. "Why would I object to that? I mean, you're entitled to have whoever you like for dinner. Well, I might look a bit askance if you invited the enemy over, but that doesn't see very likely." She shakes her head. "She really needs to get a grip. She's all over the place at the moment."

Alexander dumps the fruit in to the blender, along with some yogurt and milk. "She didn't want to infringe on what she felt was your Territory. She invited me to go over to the RV at any time, but I can't say that I'm all that comfortable going there. The place is rather cramped and a little dirty. I was just hoping for some company, really. And I do like cooking for others." The blender is turned on, briefly making further conversation impossible.

The Fury Elder waits patiently, leaning against the wall, watching the kin operate the blender. Once it's stopped, she shakes her head. "She really doesn't understand," she says with a sigh. "I mean, she's not planning on moving in here or anything, right? Well, I guess I'll tell her it's OK. But you can tell her too. And you can have any guests you like. It's your house, even if it's my territory. Have anyone over. To stay, if you want."

Alexander smiles and pours the smoothy in to a glass and adds a straw, before handing it over to the Fury Elder. "I'd appreciate that and she really does seem to need more regular meals. She ate as if she hadn't been fed properly in months."

KL nods. "Yeah," she says, taking a sip from the smoothy. "Hey, this is good!" she says. "I'll have to learn how to make these. I'm getting bored of soup and milk and..." she sticks her tongue out in a gesture of disgust "...baby food."

Alexander chuckles. "Let me make you some dessert crepes. They're nice and soft. What did you mean by saying that Riot needs to get a grip? She seems fine to me."

The Fury Ahroun considers. "She's...um... a bit like I was three years or so, ago. A bit. She's lashing out at people all over the place, putting people's backs up. And that's OK, but you have to play within the lines. She's going over the lines, a lot, and that means that she'll end up feeling isolated. Not good for us, at all." She shakes her head. "And she'll end up getting more and more frustrated and angry." She ponders. "She doesn't like me very much, either."

Alexander huhs, as he pulls out various ingredients and starts making some crepe batter. "I didn't get that impression at all, really. She got angry at me, once. She was upset that I had given her some money. Seemed to think that I was expecting something in return for it."

KL sips at her smoothie again. "Mmm," she says. "Be careful. I've had people complaining to me about the way she treats kin." She grimaces. "Sort of like combination ATM and drugs-dealers. And I don't quite know why." A pause. "What did she think you wanted?"

Alexander opens his mouth and closes it again, falling silent for a moment. "Honestly, judging by her reaction, I would have to guess that she expected I was trying to buy /her/." The man says, nose wrinkling up a touch. "And honestly, I've never had any issue with her."

"Good," KL says. There's a silence, and she takes a long draft of smoothie. "I wouldn't have thought she was quite your type, and...well... you don't need to pay for it." A pause. "In fact, if you did, we might have some words then."

Alexander's face flushes, turning an interesting shade of red. "I don't do that sort of thing," the kinsman says, as he starts slicing up some fresh fruit.

KL laughs. "I didn't think you did," she says. She studies him, head cocked on one side. "You're a good man, you know," she says quietly. "And a good kin, and those aren't necessarily related."

Alexander sighs softly. "You know I'm not that good a man," the kinsman says quietly, as he finishes slicing up fruit and starts making the actual crepes and clears his throat. "And I have always tried to help, to the best of my ability." The man smiles, the expression genuine. "And thankyou, I appreciate you saying that."

The Fury smiles at him. "I don't know. You've always seemed to be pretty good to me..." she says, the smile becoming mischevious. "Certainly a fine and *upstanding* member of society." She brushes a hair, escaped from her plait, back behind her ear, eyes fixed on the kin.

Alexander smirks, as he pours out the batter and starts making various crepes. "Who happens to know how to cook."

"Definitely," KL says. "I really like...eating here. It tastes so nice!" She's probably over-egging this a bit, but it seems to be amusing her. She stretches her arms above her head, her movements languid and graceful.

Alexander smiles at the Fury and lightly shakes her head. "And you are being something of a ham," he teases. "Have a seat. I'll be done cooking this in a moment. And I haven't said congratulations yet - congratulations on becoming Fostern. I've noticed that you're having some work done on the Fury House."

"Yeah," KL says, looking a bit chastened. She slides into a seat, still watching the kin closely. "There's been stuff needing to be done for ages, and some things that needed to be done to cope with the fact there are rather more Furies around than there have been for a while." She shrugs. "Dre's doing most of it, though I'll probably need to get someone in to do some plumbing."

"I do know some people in the business," Alexander offers, as he starts plating out the food. "But they would not be kinfolk, so you'd have to make certain that there were no incidents while they were working."

KL nods. "I need to check with Dre whether he can do it. If not... well, it'll need to be timed quite carefully." She shrugs, and looks interestedly at the crepes. "Those smell good," she says.

"They are good," Alexander says, as he mixes custard with the mixed fruit and fills the crepe. The desserts are topped with whip cream, then placed on the table. Cutlery follows a short time later.

KL tucks in, enthusiastically, though it's noticeable that she's very careful about chewing even these, relatively soft, crepes. She holds up a fork. "You're right, Mr. Arrogance," she says, smiling at him. "They are good." She twitches her nose. "OK, so where are you going to take me, when I'm wearing that ludicrously feminine dress that you bought for me?"

Alexander chuckles and settles down in to this own seat, as he starts eating. "Well, that depends on what you would like," the man says with a smile. "Do you like dancing?"

The Fury Ahroun furrows her brow. "I've not done very much," she says, pondering. "But I was quite good at it when I had a go. And I can do a handstand and hold it for ever." She pauses. "That's not particularly relevant, is it? What sort of dancing?"

Alexander chuckles. "Well, I wasn't thinking of anything that would require a hand stand. Besides, I don't think that would work with a dress."

"You're probably right," KL says, pursing her lips. "See, this is why I never wear a dress normally. Aside from the fact that it reminds me of my father, and his efforts to put me in pink frilly things." She nods firmly. "I don't wear pink anything, by the way." She takes another forkful of crepe, once more chewing carefully, before swallowing with some effort.

Alexander's eyebrows lift. "Certainly not the situation I grew up in. Didn't he know you were Garou?"

"Never knew," KL says. "My parents were... more unclued than any kinfolk I've ever met ever." She shakes her head. "Very different from your upbringing. I didn't know anything about Garou until...well, I suppose when I firsted, but I don't remember any of that much. So, when I woke up from Mary putting a tranquilising dart in me."

Alexander ahhs softly, moving the food around on his plate, before taking another bite. "There are some benefits to growing up and knowing what you are." He smiles. "And don't worry. I'll make certain not to buy you anything pink."

"Good," KL says, smiling at him. "Yeah, I wish I'd known in advance, I might have not taken more than a year to rite, and then six more as a cliath." She shrugs. "Still, it's all good now." She looks suddenly serious. "Alex. I've never been as happy as I am now. Never. I keep having to pinch myself to believe it's all happened." She pauses. "Thank you, for your part in that."

Alexander wipes his mouth clean, then sets aside the napkin. "I've done very little. Here." The man stands and offer the Fury his hand. "Let me see if I can teach you to dance."

KL stands, and takes his hand. "OK," she says. "Tell me what to do, and I'll do it." She looks a bit nervous, but keen.

Alexander laughs and heads in to the living room, where he puts on some music and then offers the Ahroun his hand.

The lesson proceeds apace. KL is a bit uncertain at the start, but her natural co-ordination and balance are a big help, and by the end, she's doing pretty well. As the music fades, she's left in his grasp, looking up at him, concentration warring with the smile on her face. "How am I doing?" she asks.

Alexander lightly places a rather chaste peck on the Ahourn's cheek. "Very well. You're a natural. So, do you like dancing?" He asks, taking a step back.

"Oh yeah," KL says, with a little head bob. "I mean, it's a bit tame, and you don't get to claw anyone, but it's a bit like fighting in some ways. You're sure there's no space for a handstand?" She grins mischeviously. "So, when do we go?"

Alexander laughs. "Well, that all depends on the dance. Some are less then tame. Anytime you like. I know one place that makes an excellent Risotto. There is no meat involved, but it is very soft."

"Sounds good," KL says. "Hmm. There's a couple of things I need to get done, first." She ponders. "A few days?" She smiles at him. "And you're going to have to pick me up in the weavercart, because there's no way I'm walking down that muddy path."

Alexander chuckles and smiles, clearly in fine spirits. "Of course. And the moon is rather small right now."

"Indeed she is," KL says. She pauses. "You remember what happens, when I hang around normal people, right? You're OK with that?" She bites her bottom lip, nervously.

If the Fury lets him, Alexander lightly places his lips against her brow. "You scare them. It's okay. They know me and I give /very/ good tips. That will be enough to offset the fear of most. At the very least, enough to give us decent service. And we'll probably get the dance floor to ourselves."

KL certainly does let him kiss her brow. She laughs. "Oh, I'm used to it by now," she says, flippantly. There's an edge, though. The sense that she may be used to it, but she doesn't like it. "I should probably head off, now," she says. "But I'm looking forward to it."

"Shall I walk you home?" Alexander asks, watching the Fury with a slightly odd half-smile on his face.

"Why not?" KL says, moving to collect her jacket. "And I'll show you how we've done up the courtyard." She slides the leather over her arms. "Shall we go?" she asks, arching an eyebrow enquiringly.

Alexander collects his own jacket and when ready, hold the door open for the Fury.

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