Time/Date :It is currently 05:36 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 5 2008.
Place : Fury House
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is fair outside. The temperature is 59 degrees Fahrenheit (15 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.98 and rising, and the relative humidity is 77 percent. The dewpoint is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (22% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJ$)
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.
Uncharacteristically, there's a spider web in the corner of the room nearest the glass doors. Beneath it, a sign has been stuck to the wall which reads "Disturb this spider web and die - KL"
Standing roughly six feet high ( not counting his footwear ), this somewhat tall, Caucasian young man has a lean build with a fair degree of trim but noticeable muscle. His head is clean shaven, though his eyebrows have been dyed a somewhat bright shade of red. The boy's face is... Or was handsome at one time. It's overall shape is somewhat angular with semi-defined cheeks and a slim chin and nose, but half of his face has been torn up. Three long and jagged marks starting just above his right blue eye curve down his tanned face, running just past the corner of his mouth and trailing off at his jaw. His right brow has a single small black ring running through the edge of it. Two similar rings are in his ear lobes, one for both ears. Leading out from the scar closest to his mouth to the last one, the numbers 1, 2, and 3 are tattooed neatly across the center of the scars.
During the day he's typically wearing a set of black sunglasses in the traditional style. On his upper half, he wears a black tank top with a somewhat, red symbol for anarchy blazing across the center. He also wears a leather jacket with a coyote on the back, flipping off any viewers with the banner 'Fuck You' displayed beneath it. On his lower half he wears a pair of form fitting black jeans held up by a black belt, and a pair of black sneakers.
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. The size of her belly, curving above her belt, is now definitely into the "heavily pregnant" section. 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.
Early morning in the Fury House, and the early-rising elder is busy making breakfast. Which largely consists of pouring cereal into a bowl, but those wheaty-flakes don't pour themselves, you know.
From outside, there comes the loud ( and quite possibly irritating ) sound of a rice burner getting closer and closer to the Fury House. It gets lower and lower though after one last rev, then shuts off about a minute after it's first heard. Not too long after, someone's knocking at KL's door.
KL leaves the bowl sitting on the table, and moves to open the door, just cracking it ajar and peering through the gap. "Oh," she says. "Basil." It's almost exactly the same way that someone might say "Oh. Vacuum cleaner salesman".
"Oh, pregnant woman." Basil responds in turn, smirking at the Fury in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. "Thought I'd come by and say hi since I was back in town. Looks like you and the baby are doing well, eh? You got the healthy glow of Buddha and the looks of Aphrodite. So, can I come in or should I step back before you slam the door on my dick?"
For a couple of seconds, it looks like KL is seriously tempted by this latter suggestion, but eventually she opens the door. "Oh, come in. Try to keep your voice down, the kids are sleeping." She moves back to her bowl of cereal, sitting down next to it. "You left town? I thought it had been surprisingly pleasant."
"The kids?" Basil asks curiously, his brow raising, his head tilting to one side. The Gnawer cautiously makes his way inside, nosing around the place as if he's looking for anything that's different than before. "Yeah. Went down to live in Venice, alone, for a while. Then Steel Angel, not alone."
Some of the furniture looks fairly new. Athena's head looks like it's been glued on at some point. There's a very nice bow, old and ornate, on one of the walls. There's also the spider-web and note. And KL eating breakfast. "Zeke and Melodie and the cubs," she says. "That sounds like quite a trip. What were you looking for?"
"Freedom. Love. Answers." Basil glances around the room then at the stairs, then turns around to look at KL again. "I didn't really find much of anything, but at least I was alone for a while. It was boring, but peaceful in a way. Now I'm about out of money, and I come back to find one of my friends six feet under. Can't say things were much better off than when I left, you know? How's you?"
"Pregnant, forbidden from shifting, bored," KL says. She takes a few spoonfuls of cereal, munching fairly cheerfully. "Are my tits big enough for you yet?" There's a tiny note of bitterness here, it's not just playful banter.
"So you can't go into battle. You're doing your duty in another way, and you'll soon be done. Maybe theres even a Garou in there." Basil walks a bit closer, glancing at her chest when she mentions it. "You say that like it's a bad thing." Basil returns in a half-heartedly playful way. "Don't worry about it. You can still kick the ass of most of the Sept, even in Homid."
"I can kick the ass of most of the Sept even if I'm asleep," KL retorts, though not with much in the way of anger. "And don't tell me things I already know. Just because it's a good thing to do doesn't mean it's fun, lumbering around here like a bad-tempered elephant. Battle is fun. This isn't."
"I had kids too, you know. Not carrying them inside me, but that doesn't mean I don't know what it's like. Can I... You know, touch?" Basil asks, nodding at her stomach. "You know if it's twins or one, boy or girl, you got names and stuff... ?"
"No, no, no, and yes, I have some names," KL answers, ticking off the points on her fingers. "I don't want to know... though I think Nadine might have mentioned if it's twins. It'll be a nice surprise." She nods definitely. "And yes, Basil, I think it does mean that you don't know what it's like."
"I don't mean carrying them and sitting around. I mean the worry, the stress about it all getting closer and closer, all the what-ifs. I worried every damn day, then I had kids and one of them almost even died. Two of them were deformed, the one that could barely breathe and the one with the messed up tail." Basil sighs and shakes his head, plopping down in a seat by himself. "I think about them every day, and I love them... Even if I can't keep them with me."
KL glares at him, fixedly. "I'm not having any worry, I'm not having any stress. It's all going fine, and I'm sure that when she... or he... arrives, she'll be great." She folds her arms across her chest, as if aware that this isn't ringing entirely true. "Where are your... children?"
"Steel Angel. They have the facilities to take care of lupine Kin better than this Sept. They might not be as happy as they would be in the woods, and Olga would rather have them running around in the city... But with Spirals on the Bawn, and humans and their abusive shit in the city... Well. Sorry. I'll do whatever I have to do to protect my kids, even if it means confining them a little bit." Basil puts his hand on his head, grunting in frustration.
"Ah, so you saw them when you were down there?" KL asks, taking another spoonful of cereal and chomping it noisily. She looks puzzled. "Any Garou?" she asks. "I can't remember if you told me."
"Probably the most time I ever spent in Lupus was spending time with my kids." Basil can't help but smile a slight bit, chuckling under his breath. "No. No Garou, only regular Kin and the two deformed pups. I succeed only in battles, and never anywhere else."
KL finishes her cereal, and grunts noncomittally. "Oh," she says, "I should show you "Lady Enyo"." She disappears into the lounge, returning moments later holding a double-headed axe, a labrys, held in a leather harness obviously designed to be strapped to the wielder's back. "Maeve made her for me." She places the axe carefully on the table for Basil to look at.
"Ah. Maybe, yeah? She's a hot chick, all strong and wild, she's got scars too." Basil leans over to look at the weapon without touching it, then leans back again. "Never used weapons in real battles, except guns, unless winning was going to be a forgone conclusion. Too risky, otherwise, 'cause the claws are so much better and guns work at range. Been thinking about getting some silver studs made for my old Crinos gloves sometime, though."
"Riiight," KL says, drawling. "There are times when claws are impractical. And as you know, I think guns are a pile of weavercrap that damage the spirit of anyone who wields them." She caresses the axe gently. "But I confess this is partly for show, partly for symbolism. The labrys is a symbol of female power."
"My spirit is already torn to pieces. I might as well tear it into a thousand more, if it means winning." Basil's eye lingers on the axe for a little longer, then he looks back up at her again. "Why is that? I mean, why is it the symbol? Not being disrespectful or anything, but it's something I don't know that I *want* to know."
"There's a couple of opinions," KL says. "It's ancient greek, which is why it's one of the traditional weapons of *my* tribe, but it's also a symbol of Demeter, and occasionally of Athena. Oh, and I was told the Skiff Shiff... more greek matriarchs used them," she grins at him. "Oh, and it's a symbol of lesbianism too."
"Heh. Well, I carry around a sword myself... So, I guess we all carry a symbol or something of who we are and what we think and stand for." Basil eyes the axe a little longer, then looks up at the woman instead. "By the way, I'm sorry, for not saying goodbye or anything... I've just never really been good at that."
"Yeah, I'm not either," KL says. "You don't need to come and say goodbye every time you take a sabbatical. It'd be boring." She smiles. "And yeah, a sword stands for you very well."
"Two Ahrouns, finding their identities in the weapons that they carry. Are our weapons reflections of ourselves, or our we reflections of them?" Basil asks, bowing his head with a grim smile. "I don't think that I would find anything more suited to myself and my... Ways, my past, my being now than a weapon."
"Well, personally, I think it's just something to hit bad guys with," KL says, nodding. "I like symbolism when I can thump someone very hard with it." She shrugs. "And yeah, I can see what you mean when you call yourself a weapon." She strokes the haft of her axe again.
"Sometimes I spend hours sitting in the Caern or somewhere in the woods, staring into my eyes reflected in the blade. I know that when I look at my sword, I know that it understands me more than many others. I know that my sword does not lie. I know that my sword does not judge. My sword cares only about the skill of the person that wields it, and that which lays in front of it's blade." Basil closes his eyes, his face going still after he speaks the last word.
KL can't hold it any more. She dissolves into a fit of laughter, and dashes around to get the table between her and Basil. She wraps her arms around her stomach and shakes slowly, tears streaming from her eyes.
"Not a fan of the philosophical?" Basil asks, opening his false eye to 'look' at KL with a still expression. "I Find it calming. It doesn't argue with me, at least."
The Fury elder can't breath, and is leaning against a wall, almost literally killing herself laughing. She's not really capable of responding, other than by slapping a hand on the wall next to her.
"If it were anyone else, now would be the time where I insulted you." Basil responds with a grin, his lips pulling back across his teeth in a rather amused fashion. "I don't think I've seen you like this before."
KL sucks air in. "Sorry, I just... I don't think I've ever heard you speak so /philosophically/ before." Her chest rises and falls as she regains equilibrium. Without looking at Basil, she picks Lady Enyo off the table, carrying back to the office area. "Blame it on hormones if you like."
"I don't blame you for thinking it sounds silly, but... I don't know. I guess my relationships with my weapons has lasted longer than my relationships with any *people*." Basil lays back on the couch, folding his arms across his stomach whilst closing his eyes again.
The Fury Elder comes back, barely maintaining self-control. "Yes, I know how that can feel," she says, more seriously. "But there are always new people to meet, and to shout at, and to fight with." She shrugs. "It's not always pleasant, but it's a fact of life." She cocks her head on one side. "Are you and Kevin still doing the bad thing?"
"Yeah... I know, and I know that there are people out there. I mean, I got Ruvar, even if he's more... Well, sex than love, but somedays I just feel lonely and pissed and like I'll never go anywhere." Basil pauses with a snort, then sighs out, asking. "You mean 'Are we still going out' or however you'd put it?"
"Yep," KL says. "That's what I was asking." She grins tightly, standing about five yards away from the Gnawer, arms folded across her chest. "Not in the philodox way - I'm just interested."
"For a while, I hated him more than I ever hated anything else, even my father. Then I forgave him, hated him, and forgave him all over again... I love him, and if he was a Kin I wouldn't want to be with anyone else." Basil murmurs, still not opening his eyes. "But no, I'm not with him, and haven't been even though I really want to be with him. Because then, we would die."
KL nods. "It's ages since I've seen him," she says. "I should take him some coffee." She sighs and stretches. "Some days, I want it back. The way it used to be. But that's probably just pregnancy regrets. And being bored."
"You shouldn't go out onto the Bawn proper, 'cause it's dangerous and that even for Garou without your restrictions. But if you get a Kin or something to take you to the house, I could take Kevin there to meet you or arrange for him to come to Edgewood." Basil bites his lip, then opens his eyes and looks at KL. "I wish he was Kin, like... Every day."
The Fury elder nods. "He can come here, too. We're technically on the bawn, and the courtyard isn't even really stretching his ban at all." She smile. "Right, well, I have to get on and do some stuff, Basil. Good to see you back in town."
"Mind if I sleep here for a while? I'll be quiet and I'm not a fighter, I'm just tired. I didn't sleep much last night." Basil opens his eyes to look at her, then offers a faint smile. "I'll show you my new tattoo when I get up?"
"Sure, Basil," KL says, with a little smile. "Do you want a blanket? There are some behind the couch, and a pillow." She pauses. "Is it somewhere rude?"
"No, I don't wanna take up none of your bedding or anything, someone might get cold or need that pillow during the night. Just a nice place to lay down, that's warm and dry... That's enough." Basil reaches down to take off his boots, tucking them to the side and out of the way. "My tattoo? It's on my back, and not below the belt."
"Good," KL says. "Then yes, you can show it to me. Sleep well." She wanders off up the stairs, humming softly to herself.