Kit's Advice

[hazlogs]

8/14/01

Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room

All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a
J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door
hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway
up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining
room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated
with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the
right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which
serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a
place to hang coats or to toss shoes.

The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the
hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as
it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the
south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that
manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety
of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly
presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which
line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to
allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner
of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor,
apparently left out the last time it was used.

An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen
and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up
at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the
base of the J lets out to the front porch.

Malachi is sprawled stomach-down on the floor, chewing on the end of a
yellow pencil, staring in frowning concentration over the open page of a
spiral notebook.

The door in the kitchen can be heard to open and close, follwed by the
clunk clunk noise from the boots worn by a paticular Fury. Kit emerges in
the doorway to the kitchen seconds later, a Mountain Dew in hand. Hey, she
greets before heading for a chair.

[Kit]

Kit's changed a bit since her journey it seems. She still smiles often
even though it seems forced every now and then and her eyes smolder
quietly when she gets irritated. Her hair has been dyed in the same manner
since her Rite though. A wavy untrimmed lock hangs down either side of her
face from her temples to just below her chin. The last inch of the hair is
died an ivory white, setting a deep contrast between her dark black hair,
which falls down her back in a tail wrapped with small sections of leather
cord. The style of black on white is further continued by her fair skin,
and her dark brown eyes. She's in good shape, like she runs or swims
often, around 5'8", and she ends up being quite attractive, with a well
toned stomach and a fairly ample bosom. She's changed her apparel as well
since her return. A pair of black steel toed combat boots cover her feet
and snake up into the shadows of her gray cargo pants. For a top she now
wears a snug and simple white tank top. (App:4)

Malachi does half a push-up, just enough to crane his neck and peer at the
new arrival. "Um, hi."

Kit fwomps down, popping the top on her soda in the same movement. She
pauses to sip down the liquid line so it doesn't spill before speaking.
"Not sure if we've met. I'm Kit, Philodox of the Black Furies. Also known
as Little-Cat," she greets with a fairly friendly smile.

Malachi sits up, flipping the notebook cover shut (looks like he maybe got
two words down). "I'm, um, Mal, or Malachi, or Bites-Everything, or Biter.
Ahroun cub. Uh, no tribe." He squints at her. "Yer in th' same tribe as
Dena, right?"

Kit nods an affirmative, she smiles faintly to herself at the mention of
no tribe. Unfortunately he's a guy and thus not going to be recruited by
her side. "That I am. Whatcha up to Malachi," she asks curiously.

Malachi glances at the notebook, his ears reddening slightly, and answers
with a shrug. "'Licia said I could write a letter to my dad. Dunno what to
say, though."

Kit hmms thoughtfully as she looks down at the paper. "Make sure you
include the part where you're fine," she says with a small smile. "What do
you want to say?"

Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (29% full).

It is currently 22:40 Pacific Time on Tue Aug 14 2001.

Malachi frowns. "I dunno. I can tell him I'm fine 'n stuff, yeah, but
s'not like I can, y'know, _tell_ him anythin'."

Kit nods her understanding as she sips from her soda. "What were you
interested in that he knew about," she asks as her gears in her head turn.
"You could tell him you hit the road or that you joined a band and left
home. Something of that like. Maybe you got in trouble with some dangerous
folks and have to lay low for a while."

Malachi wrinkles his nose. "I don't wanna _lie_ to him. 'Sides, I think
'Licia told him some stuff already, but I ain't sure what."

Kit shrugs. "You're going to have to learn to lie man. It's not like you
can tell everyone you're a werewolf," she says with a neutral expression.

"Yeah," says Mal, frowning. "But he's my _dad_."

Kit nods in acknowledgement. "Yeah. That may be, but unless you want him
quarentiened by the local garou until they know they can trust him with
the secret as Kinfolk you're going to have to lie to him for a while.
Unless Alicia already took care of that of course."

Malachi chews on his pencil thoughtfully. "Yeah. I outta ask her."

Kit nods. "If he already knows, then there's no problem. If not then
you're going to have to lie a little or omit parts of the truth." She
returns to sipping her soda.

Malachi pulls a face and sets the notebook and pencil aside. "Writing
sucks anyway. I'll finish it tomorrow, I guess." The cub stretches, then
flops over onto his back.

Kit sets her soda aside fora moment and leans forward, propping her head
on her hands. "So who's in charge of your training so far," she asks
curiously. "Anyone?"

Malachi shrugs. "'Licia's talked to me some. Kaz taught me Litany and
other stuff. Dena showed me the Umbra."

Kit nods as she notes the names. "All good people," she says thoughtfully.
"Looked into joining any of the tribes yet?"

"Not Bone Gnawer," Malachi says, quickly but firmly. His mind's made up
there.

Kit chuckles and nods. "Good call. Not bad people to have as friends, but
I wouldn't want to be one." She scans the kid up and down once,
considering. "What's your ethnicity," she asks.

Malachi frowns. "Uh... white?"

Kit sighs and shakes her head, but a smile still lingers about her lips.
"Alrighty. What interests you in life?"

Malachi shrugs, leaning back against a chair, legs stretched out in front
of him on the floor. "I like Garou stuff," he says, after a moment's
thought. "The caern kicks ass, 'n bein' a wolf kicks more ass than
anything."

Kit grunts and runs a hand through her hair. "Alright. How about other
than garou stuff?"

Malachi's frown deepens. "...I dunno. I live in th' city before, and
everythin' always pissed me off. Or it was stupid 'n seemed fuckin'
pointless."

Kit chuckles at the kids' cussing. Early starter. "Well that's a start.
You like the city or the woods better?"

Malachi refrains from rolling his eyes, but the answer's easy. "Woods. The
city's a big fuckin' pile'a shit."

Kit nods and grins a bit happily. "Well right off the bat I can rule out a
couple for you then. You won't be a Bone Gnawer, Glass Walker, Wendigo,
Red Talons, Silver Fang, or Uktena. Probably not a Silent Strider either,"
she adds as she sips from her Mountain Dew. She turns sideways in her
chair, letting her legs flop over the arm.

Malachi tilts his head, squinting an eye closed as he mulls over the
tribes Kit's mentioned. "Walkers 'n Gnawers are city tribes... Wendigo are
all like, um... Indian or something, right? Talons are all wolves, Fangs
are like, uh, picky or something. Uktena are... what are they again?"

Kit nods as the Lost cub gets them all right. "You have to be nobility to
be a Fang. Uktena are pretty much native american too, but not nearly as
much as Wendigo. I just wouldn't recomend joining them. Their previous
cubs haven't gone to well. They're not the best at helping their cubs
become cliaths."

Malachi takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes, stifling a yawn. "'N I
can't be a Black Fury 'cos yer all chi-- uh, women."

Kit nods as she finishes off ehr soda and tosses the can lightly at the
cub to see what his reaction will be. "This leaves you with Stargazers,
Fianna, Shadow Lords, and Get of Fenris."

Malachi reflexively swats at the missile, missing. Grimacing, he puts his
glasses back on and stands, picking the can up as he does so. "Ya forgot
Children of Gaia."

Kit snorts and nods. "Yeah, but there's plenty of those already here. You
might want to look into the Get or the Stargazers. Might give you a good
heaping of discipline." Kit says it not in an insulting matter, but as a
matter of fact.

Malachi bends down briefly again to retrieve his notebook and pencil from
the floor. "Huh," he says, thoughtfully. "Okay." He glances down at the
soda can in his hand, then tosses it back at the Fury.

Kit tries to catch the can, but it bounces off her finger and falls to the
floor. "Anyways. You heading out for the night?" she asks thoughtfully.

Malachi wrinkles his nose and nods. "Yeah. Upstairs, anyways."

Kit nods and waves to Malachi as he readies for his exit. "Sleep well and
all that," she says with her friendly smile.

Malachi waves back as he heads for the stairs. "You, too. Night."