[ I had a long day.. I'll be able to post tommorow morning Thanks for the patience ]

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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.

((It's alright.))

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

Keith softly stroked her hair as he let her sob for a moment. "I'm sorry Wave. I am to blame for all of this. But we will figure this out.." He pulled an arm around her waist and helped her over to Rose, who was still one of the bystanders. "Take care of her."
He looked then at all the faces around them. Some showed reproof, others worry. Keith slowly edged back and limped outside. He needed time to think.

The air outside was now pleasant warm. Keith sat down with his back against a tree and let the sun warm his face. Had he destroyed the friendships within the Shadin by starting to feel affinity for Waverly? Destroy the relationship of the cousins? Probably. But then Haven had changed also. The sympathic leader of the Shadin somehow turned into something they were trying to fight. And Haven obviously didn't value his past or present services.. Was this still for him the place to be?

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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 watched closely as his friend left the room, his brow furrowed in both thought and worry. This would be a difficult bridge to cross for all of them, nothing to do now and wait to see who would give in first.

Lilith's brow twitched in annoyance and her lips drew together. She was not fond of being ignored, surely she could make herself anonymous, but she was not ever ignored when she wished to bring herself from the background - she was quite sure she did not like it. Her step quickened and she tugged at Haven's forearm. "Haven Maverick, stop this instant and talk to me."

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven froze at her touch, muscle giving an irritated twitch under her grip. His cool blue eyes glanced over his shoulder at her a moment, then he turned. Slowly, his movement one of either hesitance or anger. His face was passive, his eyes void of anything, so it was hard to tell which.

"What?" he said flatly.

(( Soon I will reveal all... heehee.... ))

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

"What? What do you mean, 'what?' That, back in the hall. What in the world were you thinking? That hardly was complementary to your character, you have gone and made everyone upset with that move....I understand Keith may have been out of bounds to comment on your family, but you should not have treated him so cruelly," she reasoned, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation. All the men of the Shadin had gone mad, she was sure of it.

"I had thought...I do not even know. Why are you so thickheaded and foolish sometimes?" There, she had said it. The leader of the Shadin was thickheaded and foolish, the rest of them had wanted to say it at one time, and now she had voiced it. The thought alone made her quail, he would be angry. She frowned and stammered out an apology, "I am sorry, that was uncalled for."

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

He listened, stone-faced, rubbing his bruised forehead. Passive... until she spat that name at him.

"Foolish?" His expression went taunt, as if in disbelief that Lilith would say such a thing. "Is that what you think of me, woman? Foolish? Because I care about my family? Because I want to protect them? That's foolish, now? Huh?" His voice was raised his temper was up, but there was something else in his gaze... Hurt, maybe? He almost looked confused...

He stepped back from her. "Well, you know what? Maybe I don't need this! To hell with it!" He was shouting now, and maybe he really meant it... "Damn it, Lilith...!" He glared at her, something he never had done before. He'd never been so uncivil to her before.

"Damn it!" He turned on his heels and stalked off, but only got a few feet before he wobbled, as though he had tripped over something (though nothing was there), leaning heavily against the nearest tree, clasping his head with a barely audible groan.

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Waverly sat down hard on the bench of one of the long tables, shaking her head slowly as she wiped her eyes across the back of her hand. "I don't understand him anymore," she said quietly to Rose. "He... he didn't used to be so..." She glanced over at Ronin. "You know, right? I'm not just remembering wishfully? He used to be so different..."

She stared at his feet. "Now he's changed..."

{I'm not really participating in this RP too much and my character isn't at all important to the plot, so I'll just drop out now, if that's alright.}

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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

(( Um, okay, if you want... Whatever. It's fine. Oh, and I added to my last post, btw. ))

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

Ronin looked down at Waverly sympathetically and then shot a pleading look to Rose, for all his kindness he was still very unused to dealing with women's tears and women in general. "Aye, I know what ya mean, Waverly..." he replied, unable to think of anything else.

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Lilith scowled at the man's back. "Woman?" She stammered annoyed at the common term her referred to her with.

That whole outburst was uncalled for she thought, and she was not opposed to showing her displeasure in her facial expressions.

"That was not what I was referring to. I was suggesting that you could have handled your quarrel with Keith in a more mature manner, you know very well you could have. Do not act as if I am the cause of your troubles nor the first to bring them to light!" She said letting her voice rise in anger - the woman rarely yelled and it felt strange to her.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

(( um, you kinda overlooked the fact that Haven's practically having an episode... But okay, I'll roll with the punches. ))

Haven apparently didn't hear her as he leaned against the tree, a hand clutching the back of his head. His thoughts were all wrapped up in regret for his earlier actions - the shouting, the anger, the head-butting. You made it worse, you idiot! His head was throbbing unbearably, he couldn't... "M-make it stop," he gasped out, his head in his hands, the words almost inaudible.

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

Tomos was disgusted. What had happened to his tall, proud leader? A once intelligent, thoughtful man now being eaten by anger. And his fellow commrades put fuel on the fire by thinking they could talk to Haven and fix him with nothing more than a few stern words. No, that wasn't the way to go about it. To be truthful, he didn't know how to cool Haven down. Leave him alone? Would that lessen the preasure, or simply bottle it up? Tomos was about to take a walk in the forest to calm down when he saw Haven stumble into a tree. "Clumbsy ba-" Tomos murmured, but cut himself off when Haven began clutching his head. The man seemed to be in exrutiating pain. "Haven?" Tomos called, concern in his voice. No answer. Running to his leader as quickly as he could, he clasped Haven's shoulder his his good hand. "Haven?"

"Make it stop" was all Haven said.

"Lillith!" Tomos called to the healer. The two of them may have been having a spat, but Haven was in trouble. "Can't you see there's somthing wrong with Haven? You need to help!"

Lilith watched as Tomos went to Haven's side and frowned as he yelled at her. Today was filled with things she did not like to do and have done to her. She was about to bite back at the man for ordering her about, but gave up seeing Haven's state. Nervousness crawled into her stomach and she hurried to the man's side, looking him over quickly.

"Have him lay down, Tomos. I am going in to get my things," she said curtly, turning on her heel and hurrying inside.

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven tried to collect himself, wrenching his shoulder out of Tomos' grip. "It's fine, it's nothing," he assured them, though his face had gone pale. He tried to shake off the feeling, he couldn't let them see... He couldn't afford to show his weakness...
Perhaps they had already seen, though, as he ran a hand through his hair. A long flash of bruised flesh, yellow and purpling, surrounding that jagged line of stitches...

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

Tomos shook his head with disbelief "I will believe it is "nothing" when you have the ability to say it without cringing in pain." Tomos looked Haven in the eyes. "Lillith will be back soon. She can help." What has hurting him? Had he been injured in the fight as well? Tomos had been so preoccupied with his own injuries that he hadn't thought of any one else. He watched Haven run a hand through his hair. A head wound maybe? The throught worried Tomos. Head wounds were difficult to heal, and could mess with people's minds. "Did you get hurt in the back of your head during the fight?" He asked tentively.

"I fixed it," he growled softly, hating being fussed over. He was the leader here, and more over he'd taken care of himself his whole life. He was not some paltry little child who needed help. "It's fine..." He forced his hand away from his throbbing head and straightened up, wobbling slightly.
Something inside Haven seemed to loosen and his ice blue eyes went a bit wider. "You can't tell anyone." It was almost a plea, as though he feared that the others would find out.

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