{OOC//Aiieee! Guys, can you please slow down? I go to school for a day, and I'm three pages behind! I'm not trying to be rude or anything, please don't take it that way, but I really don't want my character to be completely ignored. On other RPs, I usually try to let everyone have a chance to reply before posting again. And it's hard to write detailed posts when you're not 100% sure of what's going on...}

Rubin sighed and slumped against the wooden wall of the shed. "I don't know where to go," she mumbled, looking at a dead tree. It was ironic, how peaceful the forest was. Here there was bloodshed, war, and pain, but the trees seemed to provide the perfect setting for a frivolous romance.

She glanced at Trystan. "Where'd Marran go?"

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

(( So it's been said. I'm trying to get everyone taken care of, k? ))

Trystan shrugged his shoulders a little, leaning against the wall carelessly. "Dunno. Said she 'ad ta use the loo, b't I doubt it. She couldn't 'ave gotten far. Besides, I don't know what harm you two could cause that you need to be so strictly guarded. You're not even armed."
He rolled his grey-blue eyes and grinned lopsidedly. "Maverick makes suuuch a fuss about everything.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

(ack, another two pages... what's happened? never mind... I'll go back and read...)

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Alright I'm caught up now.)

Ronin shook his head, and unsheathed his own broad sword. It was a nice weapon considering his status, but then again it should be. He had to have it made for him as most of the other sword hilts were too small for his oversized hands. He cirlcled his shoulder and swung the sword in an arc to loosen his joints.

"If ya ask me, it sounds like complete and utter tosh," he grumbled, his normally upturned mouth frowning.

"Sounds like a set up, and badly planned one at tha'. Stupid, that is what I think of it. I've been in this rebellion long enough to spot somethin' like tha'. Even if the King doesn' know about this...passage. Someone 'as got to. More than likely the staff members, and by now they probably wen' off and told 'em. They don' wan' that castle taken down. They'll lose their source of income. No, someone else knows about that little hidin' spot and we'll be in tight spot if they catch us there."

He cast his friend a sideways glance and added a reminder, "Dannae go and re-injure yourself, Keith. Lilith'll have my head if she hears I'm lettin' ya do this. So, be careful...for my sake." He grinned as he finished.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(( Haha, love how Ronin seems to be getting more and more Highlander. zomg, I almost forgot about my lovely lady! ))

Waverly's ears caught the sound of other out on the training field and froze. She lowered her bow, having been about to let off the umpteenth practice shot that morning. She'd only missed twice - okay, maybe three times - in the past hour or so. Good, true, but not good enough. If Haven was ever to approve of her, she had to be perfect.

Her green eyes shot over in the direction the familiar voices and let out a grin and a sigh that it was Ronin and Kieth, not her cousin. "Hey!" She waved to them, smiling ear-to-ear. "Morning, you two!"

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{OOC//Sorries. Didn't mean to sound pushy. >.<}

She smiled for the first time that morning, allowing herself to chuckle quietly at his comment. She crossed her arms and continued to stare at the tree. "I don't even know what I'm doing here. I would go back to the castle, if I knew the way..." She sighed heavily, the smile gone from her face.

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Trystan shrugged again, as though that were all he were truely capable of doing. "Unfortunately that's one thing I can't allow, princess."

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Keith spit on the ground, then with a pretty move threw his sword into his left swordhand and started to circle around Ronin, rasing his sword, ready to start the duel. "I do not want to injure myself Ronin. You know that. I can't say the same for Haven though: he suggested something otherwise.."

The warmth of the sun loosened up his left leg so he was now able to stand on it while he could just bear the pain. "But Haven believes this girl. I'm convinced he does," he continued. "He risks the lifes of us all if with such an operation. What should we do?"

"Hey! Morning, you two!" A clear voice sounded. Keith turned and lowered his sword. Unnoticed a smile crept over his face as he beheld Waverly who looked like a mythical goddess as she was standing there in the morning sun. "Good morning to you too" he smiled. "I trust you slept well?"

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Ronin's brows shot up and then furrowed in clear confusion. "Did 'e now? You two 'ave been gettin' into a few too many tiffs. I don' know why I am surprised. All the same, you should be watchin' your back their Keith. I cannae do it all the time. As for the girl, I don' trust as far as Lilith can throw her," the man finished. His sister would have laughed at the comparison, after all he could not have used himself in the same situation as he could probably toss the girl a good distance.

He frowned at the question and used a few warm up swings to ponder his answer. "Well, I think we are gonna go with 'im. After all, it isn' just Haven -however much he'd like it to be sometimes."

Ronin stopped talking and laughed as his friend was dumbstruck by Waverly's prescence. "Mornin', Waverly," he replied with a jovial a grin.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Waverly's eyes linked with Keith's, gifting her smile to him as she inwardly noted how handsome he looked standing there, sword in hand. "Slept well enough, I guess," was her reply, though she left out that her night had been filled with nightmares. She placed the arrow she'd been about to let off back into her quiver, which was slung over her shoulder.

"Had to wake early though. Haven doesn't much approve of my being out here practicing. I'd hoped to get in an hour or so before he came looking for me." She shrugged her slim shoulders.

"You look well today," Waverly said as she noticed that Keith was able to stand a bit more comfortably.

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She sighed and muttered something under her breath. "Not like I'm a threat..." she said, rolling her eyes.

"Then why don't you show me to the main camp?"

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Haven shrugged his lightly muscled shoulders. "Whatever you say." He gave her a look, never having cared for females much. Such a nuisance... Though, he supposed, there were a few exceptions... He glanced distractedly over his shoulder at Lilith, lost a moment, then swiftly remembered himself and returned his attention to Marran.
"Where's that other girl gotten to, then?" he asked.

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"I guess that'd be a'right," was Trystan's reply, his gaze shifting from left to right as though afraid he would be caught disobeying orders. "But if anyone asks, you forced me to."

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Lilith looked down at her hands and wrinkled her nose. They looked like she had aged twenty years. With that thought in mind she happily placed the dishes on top of one another glad for them to be done.

"Where is that broom..." she mused to herself, spinning about her eyes searching the corners for it. After about two minutes more of searching she espied the old straw broom hidden behind a chair.

She walked over and drug it out of the hiding spot.

"Better put up this mop," she muttered glancing sideways at her hair. Quickly she untied a leather thong from her wrist and retied it about her lengthy blonde curls. It was obvious that she would be doing chores all day and she did not feel like having to worry over her hair.

With her hair in place she grabbed the broom and started to sweep up the kitchen.

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Ronin stood quietly at Keith's side watching the interaction between he and Waverly. It always warmed his heart to see the two together, they seemed to fit so well.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven watched Lilith with observant blue eyes. She was so dedicated to the Shadin, he noted. Always working so hard... Too hard, usually - she deserved a break now and then.
"Hey, girl," Haven said to Marran. "You wanna be a part of the Shadin? What'ya say you start earning your keep?" He nodded over in Lilith's direction. "Go give the lady a hand, right?" Lilith deserved some help after all she'd done for the cause. And besides, Haven had too much work to do himself to worry about keeping the newcomer under supervision.

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Marran smiled, one that made her face glow. "Of course." she said and limped over to Lilith. "I was aked to help you If I am to be an Shadin."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

She rolled her eyes at his comment. "Right," she said sarcastically. "I forced you. Well, where is this camp?"

Rubin wasn't pleased at all at how she was being treated, but in the back of her mind she noted that it was, after all, her fault that she had gotten into this mess. 'I should've stayed home,' she thought, frowning at her messy, torn clothes.

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You