Time/Date : It is currently 07:22 Pacific Time on Wed Apr 16 2008.

Place : Greek House: Courtyard(#2280RJh)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.35 and rising, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (72% full).

Greek House: Courtyard(#2280RJh)

A walled-in Greco-Roman courtyard exists here in the clearing behind the house. The western side columns look new, the others freshly cleaned and repaired in patches. The courtyard is more or less open, in a sense, the columns creating more of a border than an actual wall. There are four arched gateways that provide entrance into the courtyard, one at each cardinal direction. Near the house, in the north-west corner, there is a small fountain that adds the soothing sound of water to a calm, almost serene atmosphere. The pond around the fountain contains a few waterplants along and a handful of orange-gold koi fish swim lazily about. Diagonally across from that, on the western side, is a statue of the "Winged Victory of Samothrace", more popularly known as the "Headless Nike." There are three archery butts, set up at the far southern end of the courtyard, which look fairly new, though already show the signs of heavy use.


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.


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.

The Fury house awoke this morning to a repetitious twang-swish-thud sound coming from the courtyard. Over and over and over and over. The Fury Elder is practicing archery relentlessly. One of the bows that Frankie brought is gripped in her left hand, and four quivers full of arrows are stood, leaning up against a plank in front of her. Four more, empty, lie discarded behind her. The butts are a porcupine-like mass of arrows, two completely chock full, and the third well on the way.

Having dressed and eaten, Zeke comes out with a quiet disposition about him. His eyes find the targets and he waits for a break in the barrage before moving out to grab one of the pin cushion like butts and drag it away from the less filled ones. Once in a safe place from the practice, he kneels down in front of it and starts removing the arrows with a well practiced expertise.

Thud-thud-thud. The Ahroun is like an automaton, drawing and loosing in a continuous rhythm, barely an arrow going so much as a millimetre out of exactly where she wants it. And soon, the last of the butts is full, and she lowers the bow with a hiss of frustration and exasperation. She leans up against the column behind her, watching the Philodox clear the butt - the target face is wrecked, perforated with a hundred holes.

Zeke continues with the task, setting arrows aside in a manner of organization that is oh so Zeke-like. One would expect they're sorted by readiness for reuse versus needing repair. When the one is emptied he stands up and moves to draw the next filled target to his work area.

KL unstrings the bow, and leaves it propped up against the column, heads downrange, to the final butt, and starts to pull the arrows out. She's a bit less organised than Zeke, though she does pull one out and looks at it, flexing it in her fingers, then snapping it over her knee, placing the two sections to one side. The rest get put back into one of the empty quivers.

Zeke gets through the second one and then bends down. Two piles are gathered up and put toward the empty quivers, and the third he takes into his arms. "I'll work on these before lunch."

"You don't have to," KL says, quietly, looking at the Philodox. "But thank you for offering. If any of them need re-fletching, leave them out for me. I have a feeling this month's going to be bad."

Zeke just gives a silent nod and then puts them into a separate quiver for her. "Your aim is solid and your shot strong and smooth. You don't use a bow in battle, though. Do you?"

"I have done," KL says. "At the tainted farm, a while back. It can be really useful. The problem is that I can't dedicate it and the quiver full of arrows, so I have to ditch one if I want to get up close and personal." She shrugs. "I'm pretty good now. Better than Nike, I think, and she'd been doing it for longer." A pause. "Are you still angry?"

Zeke runs his short-fingered hand over the damaged target, and answers with a shake of his head, "No KL-rhya." It's his turn to use the pause as a means of topic shifting. "Do we have materials to repair this? I know how."

"Well, we have the materials in the sense that I've got about ten of the things under my bed," KL says, with a grin. "The butts won't last forever, so I should probably plan to replace them later in the year. But yeah, I bought a whole bunch of stuff a while back, and we're still working our way through it." A pause. "Do you have a bow?"

Zeke shakes his head, "No." The reply comes out very simply and very dryly.

The two Furies are in the courtyard, crouching down near the archery butts. There are about eight quiverfuls of arrows, four at the north end, by a column which has an unstrung wooden bow leaning up against it, four with the two Garou by the butts. KL looks at Zeke. "Can you use one? I know your arms don't work that well, but I don't see why you can't handle one." She raises an eyebrow, inquiringly. "Have you tried?"


He is not overly tall, standing at about 5'10" or so, with short black hair that is usually a little messy, kind of that just got out of bed look, and easy to keep. His eyes are a dark gray, with flakes of lighter and dark shades. Others have described his eyes as if they were marble. His skin is what one would call an olive tone, a testament to his Mediterranean ancestry. Some would consider him attractive, at least above average, but everyone has their own opinion. He looks physically fit, and also looks like he could handle himself well if need be. Usually, he wears a black, grey, or white t-shirt, nice jeans, and black steel-toed boots. During the cooler months, he wears a black peacoat.

Zeke shakes his head. "I cannot draw a bowstring back far enough." His eyes drop down to the ground again, "I tried once, when I was younger." The sound of footsteps halts his explanation though and he turns to see which of the other Furies might be coming out.

KL, only slightly less perceptive than the Philodox, turns, as he does, to see who's coming. And then freezes in position. "Zeke," she says, quietly, "tell me that isn't another male fury kin coming towards us? I can't sleep with them all."

Evander sees whom the voices are coming from, a woman he does not know, and Zeke. He knows Zeke, so he gives a slight wave as he heads on over.

Zeke gives a faint nod, "It is." He turns to the kin and nods to him, "Good morning Evander. This is KL, our tribal elder here."

The Fury woman straightens up, as much as her five-foot-not-very-much height allows her to. "Welcome to St. Claire," she says, somewhat glacially. She sets down her quiver, and offers a hand, eyes fixed on the kin.

Evander as he walks up to a comfortable talk distance to the two, he smiles slightly without showing any teeth. He looks at KL as she welcomes him. "Thank you. I am Evander Katevatis, son of Strong Arrow of Artemis." He takes KL's hand and gives it a firm shake.

Zeke grows quiet as the two converse, bending down to pick up the workable quivers and sling them over his shoulder to be carried inside.

KL's grip is firm, itself, and her handshake brisk. "As Zeke said, I am KL, KL Cole, Rises Like Phoenix from Rage's Fire, Fostern Ahroun," the Fury Elder says. "I should warn you that this is about as late as you can leave it to safely be here. Your risk." She shows her teeth in a smile that accompanies this.

Evander gives a little bit of a nod. "It is nice to meet you, and I guess I will take my chances. I also wanted to thank you and the Tribe for letting me stay in the house while I find an apartment. Ezekiel has been very helpful in my first days here."

Zeke glances from the man to KL. "You were on vacation when he came. I offered him a place while it seemed safe to do so."

"Yes," KL says, flicking a glance at the Philodox. "I remember you telling me about it when I asked whether anything had happened." Just the hint of coldness in that statement. "How is the hunt going?" she asks the kin. "You are welcome here, but it might be too exciting for you in about a week."

Evander notices something going on under the tones, but just leaves it be, pretending to be blissfully unaware. "I think I have a loft picked out. I just need to go over the price with the guy a little bit."

Zeke glances down and adjusts his hold on the quiver. "I should put these away. I'll start some tea inside."

"Cool," says KL, ironically thawing a little, and flashing a smile at the kin. She looks at Zeke and gives him a curt nod, before looking back at Evander. "So, what do you do? Are you a lawyer or an insurance person, because that's all the male Fury kin here do."

Zeke scoots off with his load back to the house as he promised.

Evander laughs a little bit at that. "I am a highscool teacher, or at least trying to be one. I have my degree, but this state makes you go through a whole licence process. So I will start next Fall."

"I'm an Ahroun, so I hit things for a living," the Fury Elder replies, the smile growing a few inches. "Well, for a killing, really." She shrugs. "And before St. Claire? Where did you do your degree?" she brushes a hair that's escaped from her plait back behind her ear.

Evander replies, "I went to school in Chicago, but before that I lived back in Greece, on Naxos." This she could tell, from his obvious Greek accent, but it has mellowed out in his four years in the States. "I would ask if you were good at your job, but you obviously are, since I am here talking to you," he says with a bit of a smile.

"I am good," KL says, with an arrogant shrug, "but I'm also lucky." She undoes the scarf around her neck, revealing the nasty-looking scar beneath it. "And I could be fantastic and unlucky and still end up dead." She doesn't seem bothered by this, it's all just natural. "Maybe one day I'll visit Chicago," she says. "I was born and brought up in Denver, which is a bit of a backwater compared to Chicago. I bet lots of cool people live there. What are the Furies like?"

Evanderlooks at her scar and nods. "I have my own scars as well, but that takes the prize." He nods at the Chicago comment, and says "Chicago has a lot of Furies in it, to be honest, even though it is a city. It is probably because of the amount of kin that are there. Also, hunt the wyrm whever it dwells, and it dwells in Chicago, there is no doubt."

KL nods. "Yeah, though we have our share here," she says. She goes to pick up the bow and the spare quivers of arrows. "So, other than get a licence and a job, what do you want to do here? Any outside interests?" She gestures with a shoulder, suggesting they move inside the house.

Evander walks with KL towards the house. "Well, the reason that I am becoming a teacher, other than the fact that I like teaching kids new things, is that I am going to be looking out for the Wyrm's influence on the youth of this city. I'll be watching out for drug use, abuse, or if a lost cub comes my way hopefully I will be able to see the signs." He puases for a moment, "Outside interests? I like a good fight every once in awhile, to be honest." Evander does look like he takes good care of his body, and when he walks she can notice that he carries himself like he knows how to fight.

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 is inside at the tea pot as he promised. Three mugs are set out.

"A good fight?" KL says, suddenly alert. "What sort of fighting? What style? I learned karate for about a year, but usually I just leap at people and claw them hard." She looks at the tea. "Thanks Zeke," she says, waiting for the tea to be poured. She leans against the table, back to the Philodox, facing the kin, hands on the back of one of the chairs.

Evander takes one of the mugs. "Thank you, Ezekiel." He then looks back at KL, "I'm kind of kick boxing style I would say. One of the kin in Chicago taught me how to fight, because we did live in the city. While living on Naxos, it was a rare appearance of any type of Wyrm, but in the city...thats another story. Most of the kin taught themselves how to fight if need be." He pauses for a moment, as if going over a memory in his mind. "I also use knives, when need be."

Zeke listens to the conversation as it comes back into his range. The tea mugs are handed over and then he turns back to the task of setting the pot onto a low simmer. Sugar, cream and lemons (already sliced) are brought out on a small tray and set on the table for the conversationists to use.

"Have you got one?" KL asks. "And..." she sets her tongue between her teeth, delicately (incidentally displaying the tongue stud of much dispute), and suddenly goes very still. "How brave are you? Did you just fight kin? It's good to know how to protect yourself."

Evander asks, "Do I have a knife? Yes, I do. I have a few, but I don't carry one on me in the house. When I go out into the city, I do." When she asks if he is brave, he gives a slight shrug. "Is it brave to kill someone because they are trying to kill you? Like I said, I have scars. I have killed minor Wyrm scum, but I am not going to lie, I never did it by myself. I don't think I would be here if I did face those fomori all alone." He uses one of the lemon slices in his tea.

Zeke glances back briefly and narrows his eyes at KL. A tighter line comes over his features and he takes a rag to his hands to dry them off. "There is more water in the pot." That is all he offers in terms of a 'by the way I'm leaving now' before he turns toward the front door and reaches out to grab a spare hat.

"Ezekiel," KL's voice goes cold, and she doesn't even look in his direction. "You have just poured yourself a cup of tea, and then sprinted for the door. There are two options, either you're losing it or I've annoyed you again. Would you care to tell me which it is?" She drops her voice, to talk to Evander. "I'm very sorry. He's lovely, but I wind him up rather."

Evander just nods slightly, and drinks his tea, his eyes down as the two Garou talk. Evander has grown up around Garou most of his life, he knows when to stay silent and let the 'grown ups' talk.

Zeke looks to KL and shakes her head, "Nothing KL-rhya. The topic is not one that interests me and I have things I would like to attend to elsewhere."

"Then you may go, given that you seem so keen on it." And all the time she doesn't even look at him, though Evander, if he's perceptive enough, can make out anger mixed with pain in her eyes, eyes that remain fixed on him, if slightly looking through rather than at the kin. Having dismissed Zeke, the corners of her mouth slowly curving into a smile. "That's bravery, I think. Anything else is stupid arrogance." A pause, just a beat. "Perhaps when Luna is slimmer, you could show me how good you are?"

Evander keeps his eyes on his tea for the moment, knowing that if he looked up the rage in the Garou's eyes might cause him to shudder, but he slowly nods as well. "For sure, but you'd have to stay away from my face. I can't go into work at the highschools with my face all black and blue."

"True," says KL, with just a hint of disappointment. "Where's this loft of yours going to be then, assuming you can beat-" and just the flash of a grin at this "-the price down to what you want?"

Evander looks back up, "It is near the downtown area. I figure that way I can keep an eye on more things than just the higschool."

"Sounds good," the Fury Elder says. She finally reaches down and picks up the tea mug, sipping it and then wincing. "Ow. Hot," she decides. "Let me know when you've got it, I'll pay you a house-warming visit." She smiles up at him, though her eyes are intent, watching his reaction.

Evander he nods at that. "I will, and that's nice of you," a smile shows on his face. Then he begins, "I have noticed that most of the Furies here are pretty young."

"Yes," KL says. "Most Garou here are pretty young. I guess this Sept attracts only the foolish or the brave. If they're different." As Zeke leaves, she noticeably relaxes. "So, um... do you have someone back in Chicago?" She pulls herself up, so she's sitting on the edge of the table, feet on one of the chairs.

Evander he smiles a little at KL. He has a decent perception, even though he may be social akward at times. "No, I do not. You have someone here?"

"Oh, um, several," KL admits. It looks for a moment like she might be embarrassed, but then she gives a little blink and confidence overruns the embarrassment. "Fun," she says, then pats her stomach. "And useful for the continuation of the tribe."

Evander nods with a little bit of a shrug. "This is true. But, I am going to blunt with you," he pauses for a moment before continuing, "I have been used in the past by the Tribe, as a 'stud', but I agreed to it. I do not want to do that here. Fun, yes...forced akward baby making," he shakes his head no.

And all the colour drains out of KL's face. "GET OUT," she yells, sliding off the table. "Get the fuck out now before I fucking well rip your fucking head off you fucking miserable fucking shit." Her cheeks are bright crimson with anger, and the quiver in her muscles indicates that she's working hard to control herself, and not rip into him.

Evander backs up from the rage that is coming off her. He holds up his hands. "I was not saying thats what you were suggesting...I was stating it so you know where I am coming from, and why I am not goo with relationships." He is scared, and pissed at himself...heads towards going upstairs to get his stuff. "I will leave."

"Just for fucking now, you fucking idiot," KL yells as he goes, and shortly afterward the front door can be heard slamming shut, as she gets well out of the way.

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