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The downstairs of the Estate is quiet, except for the quiet sound of one voice talking in the living room. Brigid sits curled up on the couch with a textbook, having a quiet argument with someone who's nowhere to be seen.

Kristine slips out of one of the guestrooms, hearing the singular voice. Her barefeet scurry across the floor as she makes her way to the living room. She stops abruptly, her arms crossing over her chest seeing Brigid. A smile curls slightly on her lips before she coughs.

Brigid says "Nononono, Shakespeare was not trying to-" She looks up abruptly at the cough, then blushes a deep scarlet when she realizes she was heard. Closing the textbook, she sits up a bit on the couch, "Morning Kristine.""

Kristine steps a bit more into the room, the pale yellow and white sundress a definate change from the old outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. "Morning, Brigid," she says with a smile, ignoring the blush. "Good to see you again. Real good."

Brigid blinks a moment at the outfit, then smiles, "Good to see you, too. How are things?"

Kristine sits down, a little uncomfortable with the outfit, the color and the style. "They're fine. I met Brittany yesterday. She set out some clothes for me to chose from. They were all bright, like yellow and white and such. Not my choice but who am I to impinge on someone's hospitality.

Brigid smirks, "Yellow is definitely not your color, Kris. Believe me, Brit has tried more times than I can count to get me to change my outfits."

Kristine wrinkles her nose with a giggle, "I just haven't had the change to grab my own outfits. But it's light and comfortable, albeit bright." She looks down for a moment, then back up, "I've met so many people. Derrick finally sat down and told me about the Litany, met Frances, you already know about Logan and Ada." She looks like she's in deep thought for a moment, before shrugging. "Other than that, I've just been reading, and staying here."

At this moment, the front door opens to reveal a slender, dark-haired young woman dressed entirely in black. Her skirts swirl with each graceful step, and she carries a leather portfolio filled with papers.

Kimberly sings an intricate passage to herself in a quiet soprano, its clarity uncompromised by the lack of volume. When she sees the two women she stops in mid-note.

Brigid is about to respond to Kris when the door opens. Craning her neck to see, her eyebrows rise slightly at the sight of the young woman she doesn't know. "Oh...hello..."

Kristine stands when the door is opened, her hands folding before her. There's a slight hesitation in her movements, as if she's debating on fleeing the room. Instead she simply inclines her head, and whispers, "Hi." She then looks down at Brig and lowers her voice, "Another thing about this place, people come and go like they own it."

Brigid looks up at Kris and smirks, then looks back to the new arrival, rising to her feet.
Kimberly says "I'm sorry if I interrupted the both of you." Her blue eyes sparkle as she adds with a slightly regretful smile and a friendly tone of voice, "I'm sorry that I haven't been more social since arriving from Boston, but it seems that my practicing has paid off in my placement auditions for the university's masters program." She extends a hand to Brigid, "My name is Kimberly Mallory. I'm Keith's older sister."

Kristine's brows raise slightly at the name, green eyes snapping to Brigid for a moment, before glancing back at Kimberly.

Brigid takes the extended hand in her own slender one, giving it a gentle shake as she returns the greeting in her English-accented tones, "A pleasure to meet you, Kimberly. My name is Brigid St. David, and this is Kristine Vaughn." She waves a hand to introduce the other woman next to her.

Keith has arrived.

Kimberly's eyes glance from Brigid to Kristine. "A pleasure indeed." She looks at the young woman in the yellow and white sundress, and notes her discomfort. "Perhaps we can go out shopping sometime," she suggests in a sympathetic tone as she lets her smile widen a touch.

Kristine takes a step back, positioning herself just a little behind Brigid. "I'm just borrowing them until I can get back home. Thanks for the offer though, Miss Mallory." She then tugs on Brigid's sleeve, leaning to whisper in her ear,the tone only she could hear, "She's kinfolk, right? Derrick told me about that."

Brigid chuckles softly and then blinks a bit as Kris whispers in her ear, looking a bit surprised. Turning her head a bit, she manages to whisper back, "I'd not even known that."

Kimberly holds her portfolio a touch closer, the young woman's only reaction to the flurry of whispering between the other two women.

Kristine wriggles her bare toes, keeping Kim always in her line of sight. Coughing, she raises her voice, "Keith, huh? I met a Keith a while ago, he's quite a character. Would that be your brother?"

Kimberly chuckles and nods. "Well, if this was a guy a few years younger than me with similar coloring and the physique of a young Adonis, there's a good chance that it we're talking about the same person. By the way," she adds with a smile to Kristine, "there's really no need to be too formal around me. Please, call me Kimberly."

Kristine gives a hint of a smile, accompanied by a blush, "I was in no condition to take in the finer details of his person, I'm afraid." She nudges Brigid, probably for the sake of nudging.

Kristine does note the resemblence between the woman before her, and what she remembers of Keith.

Brigid nudges Kris back, with a perfectly angelic look on her face, "So you're Keith's sister, hmm? Good to meet a relative of his." She smirks a bit as she asks her next question, "He's a rather exciteable fellow at times, isn't he?"

Kimberly stifles a soft laugh at this, "Well... that's -one- way of putting it." She arches a black brow then gives a sly wink to Brigid, "Has he gotten himself into any trouble I should know about?"
Brigid snorts and smiles, "None yet. At least, none that I've heard about."

Kristine shrugs a bit, weasling herself into the conversation. "We haven't seen him lately. Well, I haven't, really. He hasn't been by here. Almost everyone's been by here, and he wasn't one of them."

A knocking at the door is heard.

Brigid looks to the door, "Speak of the devil...could that be him?

Kimberly glances over at the door, "Would you like me to see who it is?"
Kimberly chuckles to herself at Brigid's comment.

Brigid nods, "You happen to be the closest to the door at the moment."

Kristine grumbles as she weaves through the two. "I'll get it, I'm the butler here, I believe." That comment given with a giggle as she opens the door. "Ahem, hello?"

Kimberly smirks and walks over to the door with a purposeful stride... only to have Kristine walk past her and open it.

Keith peeks his head in through the doorway. "Boo!"

Kimberly laughs and shakes her head as she sees who is at the door, and a flush of pink comes to her cheeks.

Kristine schreeches and jumps practically into Kim's arms. "Jesus Christ!!"

Brigid blinks and hurries over to the door, "What in the world?"

Kimberly takes a break from her laughter and the other chaos at the door to quietly remark, "Speak of the Devil, and soon you shall hear the rustling of his wings."

Kristine takes several deep breaths and decides to cease trying to become one with Kim, and coughs. "It's yours, you claimed it," she mumbles up to Kim.

Brigid shakes her head as she sees the source of the commotion, "Keith, you are incorrigible!"

Kimberly shakes her head and tsks at Brigid, "The last thing he needs is 'incorrig'-ment, believe me."

Keith walks in, a big smile on his face. "What Devil, sis?" He looks at Kristine with much bemusement, looking positively cherubic.

Brigid rolls her eyes and smirks at Kimberly, "Oh, that was terrible, Kimberly."

Kristine grumbles moving past Keith, kicking his ankle with her barefoot along the way. "That wasn't very nice," she murmurs crossing her arms over her chest, frowning, still breathing a bit erratic.

Kimberly asides to Brigid, "I guess it runs in the family." She then laughs and looks to her brother, "So, where -have- you been? I haven's seen you since I started my placement auditions."
Keith flashes a cherubic grin at Kristine, still smiling, then turns to Kim. "Well...I've been at the Caern. Catching up with news and all that. Nothing much, except one of the Garou she killed a Wendigo. However, the Wendigo elder absolves her of the slaying."

Kristine frowns a little, looking at Brigid. "Wendigo? Lemme guess, we're not talking the Incredible Hulk here are we?"

Kimberly lets out a low whistle and shakes her head, "Interesting times, I guess."
Brigid shakes her head at Kris' question and frowns a bit, "I'm farther behind on news than I thought I was."

Kimberly raises an eyebrow and looks at Kristine. "I take it that you're... new to all this."

Kristine sort of blinks at the three of them, taking the moment to chew her lip and slowly back away. After all, she knows absolutely nothing about the topic, really. She doesn't need to say anything, her actions clearly answer Kim's question.

Kimberly then falls silent, giving a glance to Brigid and Keith.

Keith shakes his head at Kristine. "It's a tribe of Native American Garou. Yup, interesting, Apparently, abovementioned Wendigo called her names, so she kicked his ass. He refused to say sorry, so she killed him?"

Brigid shakes her head and turns to head back to the living room, "Temper, temper..."

Kimberly's lips purse and she shakes her head, "Either there was an especially -bad- name used or tempers got just a little out of hand. Either way, I can see how that could be a complication."

Kristine frowns again, stopping Brigid. "Why would she kill another Garou? I mean, if he wasn't a Dancer. I don't get it."

Kimberly opts to let the others answer this question. She takes a setp back, to make sure that she is not in the direct line of conversation.

Brigid pauses and sighs, frowning a bit before finding the words, "Remember the guy in the Quad? Now, imagine if you'd been angry enough to think of killing him. You could actually have done it, if the Rage had been great enough."

Keith nods to Kimberly and Kristine, then cracks a smile at Brigid's comment. "Well erm...he called her a Charach..meaning a Garou who screws other Garou. He did it after they stared each other down and exchanged blo...." Keith stops in midsentence. "Yup. Brigid's point. Rage rules us, most of the time."

Kimberly's cheeks blush a bit as Keith explains the insult.

Kristine's brows continue to furrow. "Well, he tried to rape me. Namecalling doesn't constitute a reason to murder someone." She snaps her eyes to Keith, then to Brigid. "Rage? I'm sorry, I don't lose my temper often, and I've already been drilled on that Litany thing-twice."

Brigid thinks a moment, "Kristine, think of a time when you've been so thoroughly angry that you could have wreaked havok upon anyone and anything in your path. Take that and increase it three times over, and you have a good idea of the Rage that is part of us."

Kimberly steps over to where Keith is, allowing Brigid to explain matters to Kristine. She arches a brow toward her brother in a questioning look.

Keith pats his elder sister on the shoulder, "Well sis...I heard that most products of Garou-Garou matings inevitably turn out to be sterile and usually deformed. Very nasty...I've met one or two and they're physically handicapped, though sometimes obvious and not-so-obvious."

Kristine frowns a little, a hint of moisture coming to her eyes at her failed understanding of the subject. "But I've never been that angry, Brigid. Never." She looks at Keith for a moment, sighing, then back to Brigid. "I'm sorry, I'll keep quiet from now on."

Kimberly grimaces and mutters under her breath, "Yecch. I think that I'll pas on the experience." She then leans in to discreetly whisper something to Keith.
Brigid smiles a bit, "It's all right, Kristine. With time will come understanding, I assure you."

Kristine chews the side of a finger, then thumbs behind her. "Would you all like something to drink? to Eat perhaps?"

Keith nods in agreement to his sister, then gives Kristine a smile. "No no no, feel free to ask questions. It is of utmost importance that you are prepared and schooled in the ways of our Tribe and race."

Brigid thinks a moment, then nods, "I'm a bit thirsty from my...studying."

Kimberly smiles and clears her throat with a gentle <ahem>. "I could also use something to drink. I had the last of my auditions today. Remind me to -never- select an ornamented piece for a morning audition." She chuckles and shakes her head, "I pulled it off, but it wasn't easy."

Kristine snorts. "Not to mention fashion tastes," she mutters, tugging on the yellow sundress before scurrying off the the kitchen. "Okay, so what exactly is this Rage business?" she calls from the kitchen.

Brigid fails to suppress a small giggle at Kris' mutter and brushes her hair back.

Kristine returns with a tray she found, with a pitcher of ice water, and four glasses, as well as a small bowl with lemon slices. "Derrick said he was going to Dedicate my clothes sometime. It was funny, Frances, he and I were doing some weird charades trying to figure out who was who the other day."

Brigid chuckles, "That must've been an...interesting sight."

Kristine sets the tray down, and begins pouring the water. "It wasn't real charades, more like word play. I won."

Kimberly smiles to Kristine as she brings out the tray, "Thank you." Her brows then furrow at the names, "I don't think that I have met either one of them, I'm afraid."

Keith reaches for one of the glasses, then passes it to his sister. "Well, Derrick's this nice guy. Garou. A good teacher of cubs, Brittany's protege. Frances...ach...one of Scott's would-be brides. The fun one. Not drop-dead gorgeous, but smart."

Kristine squeezes a fair amount of lemon into her water, then stirs it. "Frances is like you, Kimberly," She pauses and frowns as if remembering that talk, then nods satified.
"Derrick was the one who taught me about the Litany in depth without Velia's stuffiness. I got along with him quite well. Frances is pretty nice, she was quite most of the time but I think she was just being polite while Derrick was drilling me."

Brigid smiles, "Frances is a smashing person, a barrel o'fun to be around when there isn't an inquisition going on."

Kimberly tsks and shakes her head, "It's a true pity that isn't what most people look for, but that could be a blessing in disguise. Whoever -does- marry her will most likely do so because he -truly- values her, and not a trophy."

Kristine giggles suddenly, "I think she and Derrick are sweet on each other."

Kimberly takes only the slightest hint of lemon with her water then allows the slice to rest on the side of her glass, one end adding flavor to her drink. She takes a sip and chuckles, "It seems there's been a cattle call audition for kinfolk around here. I've heard about quite a few, though noone has introduced me to any of them." She grins to Kristine, "Are they?"

Brigid takes a glass herself and settles into a chair, "If there's been a call for kin, it seems the majority of them have been female. Not that I'm complaining any."

Keith waxes eloquently and says, "Well there should be a call for male kin. We've certainly got plenty of female Fangs to go around."

Kristine nods to Kim, "Yeah. I think so. The certainly act like it." She takes a sip from her water, mumbling about too much lemon. "Why is there a call for kin?"

Brigid rolls her eyes, "I'm certainly in no hurry to get paired off." She mumbles the rest of her sentence into a sip of water, so it comes out unintelligble.

Kimberly glances to her brother, "Care to explain the birds and bees?"
Kimberly nods to Brigid, "Amen to that. The way I see it, I have -plenty- to time."

Kristine frowns a little. "I know about that. Paired off? Wait a minute, your saying I'm going to be married off or something? And you guys too? Against your will?"

Brigid clears her mouth of her sip of water, "Brittany's made it her current goal to get the unattached attached to someone."

Kimberly sighs and takes a sip of her water. "Oh, dear."

Kristine snorts in her water, a very unladylike action. "I'll become 'attached' when I'm damned well ready to be 'attached'. Sorry, my last relationship sort of crashed and burned."

Brigid nods, "I agree with you there, Kristine. No one's forcing me into marriage until I'm damned ready. I'm not ending up like my parents."

Keith laughs a little. "Well Kristine, it's a matter of breeding. You see, since Garou are forbidden to mate with each other, that pretty much leaves the kin to mate with. Kinfolk are like Kim here, people with Garou blood, just that they can't change. Genetics or magic, I don't know. Well, the idea is that if a Garou mates with a kinfolk, there's a higher chance that the products of such a union will be a Garou."

Kimberly shakes her head, "As much as I bristle over the idea, I understand the necessity for someone 'suitable'. However, I'll take my time finding that person for myself, thank you very much." She then tries to change the subject, "You said that you were in campus, Kristine. Are you a student?"

Keith pauses for a breath, then continues. "Most tribes aren't as picky as the our tribe, the Silver Fangs, so leave some leeway in the pairing. What makes our tribe unique is that we preserve the lineage of the First Wolf or something or other. Hmphf. That's why our coats are pure white near silver....that's why."

Kimberly sighs and looks over to her brother as she takes another sip of her water. After swallowing, she suggests, "Perhaps this is a discussion for another time." She gauges her other companions' reactions with a careful eye, seeing if they are as uncomfortable as she is.

Kristine stands up, nodding to Brigid, "Nor mine, and you know what mess I was borne from." She retreats to the kitchen then returns with a plate with cheese and crackers. "I'm not argueing the notion, I'm just in no hurry to do so. And I would want someone that I love, that I can depend on. Not just to be a brood mare. It sort of takes the value off of individual necessity, Keith. Believe me, I know all about needing to be necessary." She sets the plate down, and smiles to Kim. "Yeah. I'm a Theatre arts Major. I sort of missed my finals, but Brig said we can work around that. I love acting, really."

Kimberly's expression brightens and she turns toward Kristine, "You -are-? My BA is in music, though I minored in Theatre. We'll have to at least go to a few shows around here and see what this town has to offer."

Brigid smiles, "I'm into the Theater Arts also, part of my double major."

Kimberly's grin turns conspiratorial, "...and then there were three. Anyone else I should be aware of?"

Brigid chuckles softly, "None that I'm aware of."

Kristine takes a cracker, nodding to both Brigid and Kim, "Definately. I know most of the good places around here. I used to take part of a local Ballet Theatre. But if classical isn't your thing. I know a few Clubs that N--an Old boyfriend and I used to hang out." She thinks. "Newp."

Kimberly grins at Kristine, "My vocal background is primarily in opera, but I run the -whole- spectrum."

Kristine nibbles on a cracker, and chuckles. "Mom put me in singing lessons. I had them throughout most of school. Hated them. Especially when they kept trying to get me to Soprano, and I can't sing that high."

Kimberly nods, "It's sad to say that many people force female singers out of their range. There are some nice pieces in a mezzo-soprano, and even alto range. It's just that sopranos are what get the attention." She shakes her head, "I've even seen a few more counter-tenors as of late." She chuckles, "It seems that a falsetto isn't quite as much of a sin against masculinity as it was a few decades ago."

Kristine smirks and shakes her head, "Whoever sang the part of 'Annus' in the Movie version of Jesus Christ superstar was a beautiful Falsetto. No, I'm low. Alto-contralto-ish. Singing's not my thing. Ballet and Cello, are. Well, there's the acting thing." She finishes off a piece of cheeze, then shrugs. "Mother about flipped when I told her what I was going to do. She didn't want me in school to begin with really. Wanted me married, and settled so she could forget about me. I'm like, I'll go to school, move to California, and you'll forget about me whether you like it or not."

Kimberly smirks and nods, "Ah... I see that she wanted you to pursue the old 'Mrs.' degree. I guess that I can't quite blame some of them for a touch of schadenfreude." <ooc- that is pronounced SHAHD-en-FROY-deh, for you English speakers. ;-)>

Kristine moves to sit in a chair instead of on the floor. "Really. I guess she didn't want what happened to her, happen to me. My parents turned out to be a not so pretty sight."

Kimberly winces and lets a lull develop in the conversation. She looks at Kristine and quietly says, "I'm sorry" before pouring herself some more water, then offering Kristine some, "Would you like some more water?"

Kristine nods holding out her glass. "Don't be. I'm not. It was Mother's fuck up, not mine. She can take the heat for it." Perhaps it's a more bitter outlook than the situation demands, but she's not telling the whole story. "Are you going to pursue a carreer in Vocal Music?"

Kimberly lets the delicate subject drop and ventures back into familiar waters. "I plan on it. I'm lucky enough to not -require- an income of my own, though I am hardly a Vanderbilt or a Lauder. It's allowed me a little freedom when ti comes to following my heart."

Kristine smiles and takes a sip of the water, liking the Kin very much. "I try to. Save my attention span bites. From what I've read and been told, I think that's part of my Auspice. I need to ask Velia about that, or at least Brig." She waves off the absent mutter before continueing. "I was minoring in American History. What a change huh?"

Kimberly chuckles and nods, "Any reason for the change, or did you just 'feel like it'?"
Kristine shrugs, grinning. "I felt like it. Wanted something to fall back on in case the Acting didn't work. And I like history."

Kristine stands up, and turns. "Well, I'm going to go stick my feet in the pool. You're welcome to help yourselves, I gather." She smiles then disappears through the balcony exit