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Um...Savart could be Marran's brother's best friend, I guess.}}

Rubin watched in horror as the battle unfolded before her. When it ended, she was breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide and the color had drained from her face. It took her a few minutes to also notice that she was trembling uncontrollably. As she gazed over the bloodshed she couldn't help but start to cry. The tears were silent at first, but in a few minutes she was sniffling loudly.

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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 had a hand clasped tightly to his ribs, his own wound bleeding badly. He glanced about at the carnage, then over at Rose; his face was serious, but there was a certain light in his eyes that held no hostility. "I thought I told you to go home," he panted, his words accompanied by a slight, weary smile, as if he somehow approved.

(btw, I finally found some pix of how I picture Haven.... only without the spike up hair. eh, close enough....

http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup ... id=2648359

http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup ... id=2647743

http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup ... id=2649026

Like said, he's very young. 19, maaaaybe 20.)

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

A smile flickered on Rose's lips. "But it was obviouse you needed me here. Besides, the soldiers were circling around, they would have caught me on my way home and killed me," she said, the adrenaline now gone, and feeling tired. But that wasn't long, because just in her hearing, there was a loud sniffling that came from the forest. She notched an arrow to her bow, but didn't pull back.

"Did you hear that?" she asked.

(And... this is a little how I imagine Rose. Minus the feathers on the face, and a bit longer bangs. ;D http://keiiii.deviantart.com/art/Phoenix-Heart-96967515 )

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Haven whirled around - immediately regretting the action as he grimaced in pain - trying to let his eyes adjust to the light. The subtle silhouette of Rubin, standing only a few yards away, caught his sharp gaze. "Who's there?"

It was not a demand, more like a soft inquiry - quite against his nature, to be sure, but the battle had drained him temporarily. His hand tightly gripped the knife at his hip as he waited for the reply.

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

She blinked away her tears and drew her breath in sharply when she heard them. Rubin hesitated, drying her eyes with her sleeve. She leaned foreward as if to take a step nearer to Haven, but she changed her mind. "Uh...nobody. I'm nobody."

Part of her wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she sounded. On any other occasion, she would be demanding the respect due to a lady of her stature. But Rubin had never seen a battle before, and she was quite shaken.

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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

"You will answer to me."

It was a demand now. Rubin may not have recognized his face - few had ever seen the famed Haven Maverick, the king of the rebellion himself - but all knew his name. He approached her, knife drawn now, temper rising once more.

"Give me your name," he commanded, not giving his own. "Or lose your tongue, whelp."

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

Keith looked around horrified by the event. His hands and clothing was covered with blood. He tried to clean his sword by wiping it through the high grass and then sheated it again. It was only now that he realised that Rose had participated in the fight and that another stranger, a girl, was present. Did someone place signs in the direction of our hideout? Keith thought. It did seem so. He walked - in fact he limped for his leg almost refused to move- over to the others and placed a hand on Haven's shoulder. "Maverick, take it easy on her will you.. We'll take her with us so she can calm down and then she'll tell us about her whereabouts. No reason to get angry here."
He grabbed his own leg, swore inwardly as he realised that blood was gushing along his thigh.

[ I didn't really follow all the new inter relationships but I'll jus wait and see..

btw this is Keith:http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/williemijnie/Colin.jpg ]

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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.

(Ooh, him is a baaaabe!)

Haven shrugged his hand off his shoulder in annoyance, still staring at the girl. "Well?" He motioned at her with his blade.

(Oh, and Waverly -

http://www.istockphoto.com/file_closeup ... id=6862651 )

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

Ronin brushed himself off, and straightened his posture that had become crouched due to fighting. He too was fairly soaked in blood. There was a nasty bruise forming under his eye and a gash on his forearm, but otherwise he was little worse for the wear. He wiped his hands on the front of his shirt and ran them through his sweat soaked curls and took a deep, calming breath.

After collecting himself he caught sight of the new girl and frowned, "Another one? 'ow many more can we handle?" He shook his head, "Alrigh', might as well get 'er into the hideout while we still can." Once again he held a hand up to stop Haven from harrassing the poor thing, "She's overwhelmed, Haven. Give 'er a breather and wait til we get back. She can keep the other one company." With that he walked over to Keith and slung his large arm around the man, keeping his slouching form up with ease. "Hold on, mate. I'll help ya back. Righ'?"

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

"I can walk myself Ronin." Keith said with a smile. But when he wanted to set another step pain shot up in his leg and he almost collapsed if Ronin hadn't grabbed him. "Thanks mate.." he said with gritted teeth and wounded pride. While limping to the hideout he bit his lip from pain but also from the painful thought that he should have taken better care of himself.

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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.

The large man let out a rumbling laugh and patted his friend's shoulder. He grinned, tilted his head and raised a brow, a look that clearly said, "I told you as much." Instead of voicing the fact he settled for a nod, "Welcome. We'll get you inside and Lilith can go on and stitch you up. With luck she'll be fussing over you too much to take time to give me a good look over."

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Heavens no. Hell Yeah.


Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven lowered his knife slowly, still eyeing the girl with unnecessary caution. The men were moving on without him, a fact that peeved him, so he was forced to save the interrogation. "Back to camp with you then," he grunted.

He directed her with the handle of his weapon, pushing it into her lower back with a slight shove.

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

The girl was about to reply when she saw Keith's wound. She gasped and closed her eyes, brushing some hair out of her face. "So much blood..."

She gasped again as Haven shoved his knife handle into her back. She choked back a bitter remark, instead sending him an indignant glare over her shoulder.

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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

He smirked at her, if anything he seemed amused by this. "I suggest you don't run," he advised into her ear. Haven lead her after the others, back to camp, the procession weary yet victorious.

....

Waverly bit her lip, staring out into the woodland night. She'd tried to join the others as they slipped off so silently, but Haven had obviously prepared for that - guards watched her every move and halted her before she even had the chance. She paced restlessly, waiting...

A shout was heard through the night as one of the watchmen announced that the men were returning. Waverly rushed to meet them, taking in the sight of the strange girl being led along with them. Not one of the Shadin.... not the way she was dressed. Waverly's eyes flicked over the wounds on the men, especially those of her cousin and Keith.

"Thank the Fates you're safe!" she said with relief evident in her voice. She grabbed her cousin's shoulder and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, then turned and caught Will in a careful embrace. "I was worried."

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

Tomos lowered his glaive as he cut through the last of his opponents. He glanced around and was relieved to find that none of the gaurds were left. He leaned up against a tree for a well deserved break, taking time just to catch his breath. He must have put up one hell of a fight. He was tired to his bones, and he felt unstable, like his limbs were turning into mush. All Tomos wanted was to take a nap. He would have, but his arm and chest hurt terribly. Why? he wondered, confused. He felt his chest and arm. It was too dark to them well. His hands came away warm and wet with what Tomos knew to be blood. He stumbled towards Haven, but he had already turned his back and was leading an unfamilar woman at knife point. "Help!" He tried to call, but it came out as little more than a groan. "Wait."

(*is ferosciously searching for pictures of Tomos*)

Rose watched, as she put away her bow and arrow. She stayed where she was, wondering if there was a reason for her to go back now. She had no one to welcome her. No one to welcome. Then a groan broke her thoughts, and she looked around to see Tomos calling for help. The redhead ran over to him.
"Tomos! Are you alright?" she said, putting one of his arms over her shoulders to support him when he stumbled after Haven. In the dark, she could still make out the dark blotch on his chest that was blood...

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