Time/Date : It is currently 12:34 Pacific Time on Wed Apr 2 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.25 and steady, and the relative humidity is 58 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (22% 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.


This man looks to be in his mid-forties, but has done an admirable job at keeping his tall, long-limbed form fit. Standing at roughly six and a half feet tall, he falls to the lean side of the scale. However, his ease of motion and natural coordination rescues him from coming across as gangly.
A thick head of black hair is threaded with silver at the temples, more noticeably so due to the start of shaggy curls as it grows out of a shorter, neater style. He has a clear olive complexion with a few age lines; most of them like the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth the natural result of simply living. Dark, almond-shaped eyes broadcast a quiet humor from behind a pair of wire-frame glasses that perch on the bridge of a narrow nose. A thin face, it's kept from looking pinched by wide lips often pulled into a grin by some inner observation.
Around his long neck a small gold medallion with an intricate logo carved into it hangs at the base of his throat on a short gold chain. On his left wrist is a steel-tone Rolex of a simple, but masculine design. The top few buttons of his white linen button-down, short-sleeved shirt are left casually undone. The shirt's tailored cut emphasizes his wide shoulders that narrow into a trim waist where it is tucked neatly into his tan Dockers. The pants have an easy fit on long legs and are hemmed to fall just right over the top of a pair of black leather loafers.


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.
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.

Latish afteroon, St. Claire time. In the Greek House, KL has just returned, and is currently in the common area towelling her hair off from the rain. Her leather jacket, soaked, hangs loosely over the back of one of the chairs.

Ladon is a devotee of the cult of the umbrella, the bigger the better it would seem. A huge black and white golf umbrella shelters him from whatever precipitation is in the air, but is lowered as he knocks on the door of the house. The card with the address is tucked safely in his wallet, but he pulls it out to double-check the data as he waits.

The door cracks open, no more than ten inches, and a dark-haired woman looks out. "Yes?" she greets, abruptly. "Who are you and what do you want?" The intensity in her eyes is unsettling, and she stares at the umbrella-wielding kin with a hostility that is barely disguised.

Ladon is unnerved by the greeting, but is fairly good at not letting it show. "Excuse me, ma'am. My name is Ladon Stanitopolis, and I was told I might connect with my.. family.. here." The hesitation is deliberate, and the word family is enunciated carefully. "If I might come in, perhaps I could introduce myself more fully and we shall see if indeed there is a family connection?" He's fairly sure there is, but, for one such as himself, it never hurts to be cautious.

KL blinks, and with the blink some of the hostility goes. She pulls the door open wider. "If you're using the word "family" like it's some kind of charm, and you've got a name like that, you're in the right place," she says, stepping back to allow him to enter. "Either that, or you're some mafia-type. It would probably be in your interest to tell me if that's the case." Italian. Greek. Surely they're the same?

Well, at least he is not selling Avon. Ladon enters, carefully leaving the dripping umbrella outside so as not to wreak havoc with the floor indoors. The thing could hold enough water to sustain life on a deserted island. With the lessoning of hostilities, Ladon smiles, and steps inside, "Greek, actually, ma'am. My father and mother were both of the old country." The reference to Mafia has him chuckling, "No, ma'am, no connections with the Mafia in our lineage."

KL makes sure the door is closed, and then folds her arms over her chest, studying him closely. "I am KL Cole, Rises-Like-Phoenix-From-Rage's Fire, Fostern Ahroun of the Black Furies, Elder of the tribe at the Sept of the Hidden Walk. If you weren't supposed to hear that, you're dead. If you were, hello!" And she smiles widely, though whether it's the prospect of killing him, or supposed to be a warm greeting, is unclear.

Ladon inclines his head and torso in a small bow. "I am Ladon Michael Stanitopolis, Kinfolk to the Black Furies, ma'am. It is an honor to make your aquaintence. If you wish I can recite my lineage?" He stands easily enough, not too concerned by the threat to his life, judging by the small smile he still wears as if it is habit as much as emotion. "I have a degree in Law, and I am licensed to practice in this state, and I offer my services to the family as is right and proper."

"Just KL is fine, if I can call you Ladon," the Fury Elder says, finally relaxing. "Welcome!" She gestures to a seat, and plops herself down into the one facing it. "I think I can cope without the long list of names, though I'm sure it is glorious and feted. I'll only forget it." She pauses, obviously working things out. "The tribe here consists of myself, the cliaths Melodie, she's a philodox, Zeke, another Philodox, Helen, Ragabash and Alesia, a theurge. We have two cubs, Myra and Thea." She nods her head. "And Andreas, Anji, Alexander and Nadine are the kin I know about." She smiles. "So, what brings you here?"

Ladon inclines his head again as he sits, the practiced smile still firmly in place, though a shade warmer with the relaxing of formalities. "Of course you may, ma'am, but forgive me if it is ... foreign to me to refer to a Garou so familiarly. It seems a long time since I was in the presence of one of the ladies of our line, not since my wife passed many years ago. It might take me a little while to become ... comfortable with a less formal manner of greeting. But of course, Ladon is quite alright with me." He thinks about the question for a moment, "I've retired from the law, though of course for family I will keep up my accreditation. My children are grown and situated, and my sons are in Canada." The smile broadens, "Theurges, with the Children." He sighs and shrugs, "This is as close as I could come to them, to keep an eye on them and be near if they need anything. My daughter ran me out of the South, claiming she wished to have a life." That invokes a small scowl, but it is a good natured one. "I thought to find or build a small bookstore here."

"A bookstore?" KL asks, looking interested. "Sounds interesting. I'm not really the bookish sort, unless it's baby books, at the moment." She pauses. "You would have this in the city? It would be good to have a space we can go to there. Would you be willing to have that? Anji's flat is quite small, and to be honest, I scare her." She shrugs, as if this sort of reaction is something she's come to expect.

Ladon nods, "Of course, I would be delighted to assist the family in any way I may, and it is a small thing, to locate a place convenient for the family and myself. Not so much to ask at all." He seems delighted with the prospect, his guard dropping somewhat as the invocation of his children relaxes him. "I will consult with you and the rest if you wish, on which areas you would consider suitable?" He returns to a comment, "You are interested in baby books? I have several in my personal library I would be delighted to share with you. Are you trying for a child?"

KL pats her stomach. "The trying has already happened," she says. "Seven months to go." A little nod. "Thus far, it's been OK, if mildly nauseating. Oh, and worrying at one point." She taps the scar on her neck. "When I got that, I also got my belly ripped open. It was concerning, for a time." She considers. "I think anywhere reasonably central would be fine, you know. Anywhere you liked. St. Claire isn't *that* big." She looks up, at the kitchen. "Oh, can I offer you a drink?"

Ladon claps his hands together, "How wonderful! Children are a blessing, and I wish you all the luck in the world. For all it is the most worrysome thing, parenthood is ... a joy. I am glad your child has survived thus far, and pray you continue. My own mother tried several times, before I was born." He moves to stand, "No, thank you. I have an appointment with a realtor to discuss locations for the shop. I will let you know, so you may let the family know, where it is to be, then."

KL matches his motion, standing easily. "Oh, hold on," she says, scrabbling for a piece of paper from a nearby table and scribbling on it for a good few seconds. "That's the number for the house, and I've put Alex's number and address - he does exciting things with insurance - and Anji's as well. Do you have a number?" Her handwriting is large, and rather childish, but perfectly legible.

Ladon nods, "I am a lawyer, ma'am. It is required." he makes a face, "Hateful things, cellphones, but necessary." He pulls out a business card. "The address is not current, but the phone number is." It's long distance, "I will let you know when I have that updated. There simply haven't been enough hours in the day. Relocating is not as easy as it seems!"

"I'm sure. It was easy for me, though, I turned up with just the clothes on my back." She smiles, at takes the card. "Welcome, Ladon. Good to have you here." She pauses, struck by a thought. "Ladon, I might need to ask a big favour in the near future. I'll have a think about it, but it might help with a problem I have."

Ladon considers, and then nods, "Whatever is needful, ma'am, you have only to ask." He smiles a bit, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "Unlike some, I really have never had a problem, serving the Garou. I suppose it is my mother's influence." Though he has run into a few.. he really never understood them.

KL looks at him. "You should get on like a house on fire with Alex," she says, cryptically. "Anyway, I hope the rain eases off, and your search for a shop goes well. Gaia watch."

Ladon nods, "You as well, ma'am." he smiles, and is out the door, retrieving the large umbrella on the way.

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