Time/Date :It is currently 07:09 Pacific Time on Tue Apr 15 2008.

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

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.12 and rising, and the relative humidity is 88 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (65% full).

Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer to the west, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the eastern side of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the north, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a less formal lounge, with a couch and an armchair, and to the south, 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.

Zeke:

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.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278POXc)

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.
Her ears are pierced, twice in each lobe, with small steel captive-ball rings through them. When she opens her mouth, it's just possible to make out a barbell piercing her tongue. 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. She's also wearing a pair of killer Lara Croft-style shades, which go some way to disguising the rampant hostility of her gaze. A bit. Maybe. Finally, in an effort to hide the scar on her throat, she has a dark-blue silk scarf tied around her neck, the ends thrown back over her left shoulder.

Seven a.m. The sun cracks through the clouds, filling the common area of the Fury House with slanting, low-angled light. Between the shafts of illumination, KL, dressed in t-shirt and jeans, is...well...she appears to be stroking a wall, her face pressed to it. It's not going to take Zeke long to spot four of the new additions to her appearance - she's had her ears pierced. He might have to wait for her to speak before he spots the fifth.

The stairs creak as Zeke steps down them, but it comes to a quick stop when he spots his elder, "KL? You're bac... what are you doing?"

"I'm checking the finish on the wall," the Fury Elder says. "Making sure it's smooth and level." At this precise moment, she's facing away from the Philodox. "I got back late last night, after you'd all gone to bed. I have news, but it's all me-related." She turns to step away from the wall, and finally looks at the Metis. "What do I need to know?" Her question is veering on the line between asking and demanding.

Zeke blinks as he spots the earrings and, then he cants his head to study her more closely. A thin line of a frown begins. "There was some trouble, not big. A young kin speaking too freely. I need to tell the Gaians."

"You dealt with it, though?" KL checks, walking closer to the Metis. A little sigh. "Kinfolk keep us involved in the real world, but they're a weakness as much as a strength, in some ways." Her voice sounds fine, but there's a slight hint of exaggerated care in her tone. It's just a bit different. "Any thing else?"

Zeke nods his head, gaze dropping toward the floor. "I took Melodie with me and we put the boy on the right path. There's just one child from the club that concerns me, he was a bit of an extreme enthusiast." A pause, "You have metal in your tongue."

KL sticks out the offending article at Zeke, then withdraws it. "Yep. Got it done while on holiday." She grins. "I had a good time." Her eyes go distant. "A *very* good time. Oh, and I got you a present."

Zeke winces a little as the tongue gets stuck out, "Why would you put a piercing there? It can't even be seen most of the time, and won't it be wasted the moment you shift?" Then it stops, the questioning that is, and he looks to her to give one final inquiry, "A present?"

"It makes oral sex more pleasurable for the recipient." The Fury Elder responds, without noticeable change in tone. "And it looks cool. And no, it's dedicated. And yes, I got you a present." She wanders over to her rucksack, and pulls out a long-sleeved t-shirt, bearing the slogan "I Escaped From Alcatraz".

Color vanishes in one fell swoop at KL's explanation, and then, just as quickly, a bright red hue comes up over his face. Suddenly, he can't even meet her gaze at all, not even partially. His hands come out to take the present and he nods, though even that physical gesture stutters.

There's a long pause, and if KL's amused by this reaction, the only sign of it is in the twinkle in her eyes, because not a muscle in her face so much as twitches. The silence lengthens. "Well?" she says, raising an eyebrow, her arms folding across her chest.

Zeke swallows audibly and gives another nod, "T-thanks." The metis shuffles then, looking anywhere but -at- his elder.

"You're welcome," KL says. "It's not, I grant, the most exciting present ever, but it's a present. Or you could have what I got Melodie, if you like." She grins, as if what she has got the other Philodox is the funniest idea in history. "Oh, looks like I've found another pack to join."

Zeke looks up, "Oh? A new pack? That's good to hear. I, I haven't really fit in with mine."

"Oh?" KL asks, sitting down on a seat. "I'm a bit nervous about this one, actually, as it's a bit full of Get." A wolfish grin. "In that way, it'll be just like the old days. Though last time I packed with a bunch of Get, I ended up frenzying on one of them. Not so good." She looks up at Zeke, as her train of thought runs into the buffers. "Who would you rather be packed with?"

Zeke narrows his gaze, "With a bunch of Get? You? I didn't think you'd mesh well with them, who is it? Poe?" He carefully avoids answering her question though, and moves to fold the t-shirt back up into a neat little press of square fabric.

"Poe, yes," KL says. "And Viv. And something that's basically the size of a house. And about as intelligent." She shakes her head. "And yeah, regrettably and as unlikely as it is, I do mesh well with them. We're both suicidal." She pauses. "Oh, and Mick. Who was a bit of a shit last time I met him, but that was a while ago."

Zeke wrinkles his forehead, "You mean the Get metis?" A look of clear irritation crosses Zeke's eyes now. "Don't." He states it almost as a command, but the tone that clings to the edge of that single word is one of urgent pleading.

"Don't what?" KL asks, but this is definitely a query rather than a demand. "Don't pack with him? I grant you, he looks horrid, he's as stupid as a post and he makes me look like as placid as a cow, but I've no reason to think that he's a bad Garou. Do you?"

Zeke grits his teeth. "He's a great risk to -everything- KL. Why the Get kept him I have absolutely no idea. Haven't you felt the rage sweating off of him? Listen to your own words. He makes you look as placid as a cow, and how easily do /you/ snap? The two of you will come to blows, and I don't think you'll get back up after that. I'm sorry your old pack is gone, but packing with that metis puts this tribe at risk, because if you're not here, who will lead us? Me? A deformed male metis? Or Melodie who is still learning to fit into her new shoes? Maybe Helen, who goes more than she comes, or Alesia?"

"Melodie has new shoes?" KL asks, immediately darting to the heart of the matter and grabbing the crucial nut of information from it. "Oh, and I know all about him. I knew all about him from the first five seconds I met him. He's big and strong, for sure, but he's got no hope of being as quick as me. I don't think he could touch me." This is just pure arrogance.

"Then you are foolish and blind, and in this decision, acting in complete disregard for our tribe. It's a bad idea and if you think that it is permissable to put your own wants and wishes before the needs and wisdom of the tribe, then perhaps you are not fit to be elder. If you want to run with them and kill the Wyrm, fine. But an elder needs to be more than a strong set of claws." Zeke's cheeks are flushed red as he unleashes his volley of words on her, and finally, he takes a deep breath. "I would challenge you for eldership of this tribe if you insist on packing with that deathwish."

"Is that all you think I am?" KL says, tonelessly. "A strong set of claws?" She stares at him, face well-schooled, just cold, aloof and remote.

"No, I didn't think you were just that. But first you go on a girls gone wild vacation, you come back pierced from one side of your face to the other and everywhere in between, and now you want to run off and pack with the single most dangerous garou in this sept." Zeke shakes his head, "You've gone senseless."

"One week," KL says, "I was away for one week." She shakes her head, very slowly. "Even soldiers in the army get leave." She looks at him. "You don't want to challenge me. I don't want you to challenge me. I don't want your blood on the floor of my newly refurbished floor. Every time I hurt you, it's like a bit inside me dies." A pause. "So, take your pick. Do you behave like you understand the litany in the slightest, and that you know your place, or do I have to put you back into your socket so hard that you won't be able to walk for a moon." And the rage steams through on the back end of that conversation, accompanied by not a little gried.

Zeke glares back at her, lit by a fire inside that is so important he fails to submit at all. "Hurts you huh? Tell me what *I* will feel when I find you dead by the claws of that beast? Look at what you did to Felix. Tell me now what that Get could do to you? You are just like Nike was. All arrogance now that you're in charge. Tell me one thing, but mean another. It's fine to stand up for myself, so long as it's not against you. Fine KL-rhya. You'll get what you want so bad. A good little metis that knows his place. My council falls on deaf ears with you anyway. If you need me, I'll be in the basement. Where I belong." He turns toward the stairs then, shoulders tight and eyes hard.

You come *right* back here, Ezekiel," KL says, rising from her seat, eyes flashing dangerously. "And you show me your throat or by fuck I will search for it with my claws. And that is *precisely* what I want. For you to stand up for yourself, without fucking well challenging me. There are fucking well ways that you fucking approach me, and getting in my fucking face is fucking well not one of them. And I would rather have your friendship and respect than to force your submission. But I will have one or the other."

Zeke rolls his shoulders back and turns around like a cadet at army camp. He steps just in front of the angry Ahroun and tips his throat up and turns his head away from her. The motion is well practiced, and almost graceful in its pure simplicity. Not a word is spoken as his eyes turn down.

"How dare you," KL says, as conversation replays through the head of the Fury Ahroun. "How fucking dare you even fucking well suggest that I would fucking well do anything in fucking disregard for the tribe. For any fucking member of the Black Furies." She stares at him, eyes a very long way away indeed, and a hand raises, like she's about to strike him, before she spins away, grabbing a chair and throwing it across the room, so that it strikes against the newly-painted wall with a loud crash, two legs splintering away. The Ahroun follows it, standing over the defenceless furniture, planting kick after kick into the rapidly disintegrating wood.

Zeke closes his eyes as the elder unleashes her anger and the strike that was brought up in preliminary aim isn't even flinched at. His fingers ball up into fists at his side and muscles twitch as he stands there, still with his throat tipped up and his eyes downcast. But he is entirely silent now.

The destruction of the chair, rendering it into its constituent parts, seems to go on forever, but it does end, and there's a long pause, as KL gets her breath back and slowly gains control of herself. And then she walks back over to Zeke, and throws her arms around him in a hug. Expected, much.

There is an evident tensing in reaction to the hug as KL moves to embrace the metis. His head remains turned though, and the sound of his breath snorted through flared nostrils is likely the only thing the Ahroun can hear. Today, the hug is not returned, and instead the metis stands there waiting to be dismissed.

KL notices the reaction, and lifts away, looking disappointed, though still maintaining physical contact. "I will be more careful than you can possibly imagine," she says. "And if it becomes apparent that it is an active danger to me, or the other Garou, or the veil, then I will solve that in one way or another." She shakes her head, sorrowfully. "I do listen to you, you know. Even when you're wrong."

Zeke swallows noisily again, eyes dropped back down to stare at the floor. After a pregnant pause, he finally speaks. "I'll clean up the chair."

The Fury Elder steps away, and for a moment it looks like she'll refuse the offer. She's certainly unsure what it means, but eventually she settles on "Thank you, Zeke," as an appropriate response. "I'll go and get one of the spares from the attic."

Zeke moves toward the splintered piece of furniture and bends down to rest on his hands and knees. He starts picking up the big pieces and putting them to the side, intent to save them for something it would seem. Then it's dustpan and broom to get the smaller splinters. The job is done in silence and without a single glance over his shoulder to check on KL.

KL brings the replacement chair down, removing the plastic sheeting that covers it, but she doesn't even look at Zeke before heading back up to her room, closing the door with a firm hand, though managing to stop short of a house-waking slam.


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