Trystan snorted at her. "I could keep you here in your room if you'd prefer. You're being awfully rude, princess. We don't treat people like that here in the Shadin. Everyone is equal, which means, yes, even you have to treat a lowly guardsman with respect." He gave her a smirk and rolled his eyes right back at her.
"So then... this way." He nodded in the direction and began to stride down the hall, swiftly enough that she would be forced to follow him or else be left behind.

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Lilith nodded and pushed the broom into Marran's hands. This would be the work that would affect her wound least. "Finish up here. Sweep all the rooms and sweep the dirt out the door," she ordered. It was not pushy, but to the point. She hardly had time to explain everything to the girl.

"If you need me, I shall be out on the lawn working on the laundry," she added over her shoulder.

She nodded and smiled at Haven as she swept passed him. It was obvious that it had been his doing. And she greatly appreciated it. "Thank you, Haven," she said continuing out the door to continue her chores.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

"You're welcome," was his reply. Haven smiled to himself, satisfied that she was pleased. He quickly remembered that he, too, had other things to oversee. With so many recent changes amidst the Shadin, he collected his papers from his quarters and went out to one of the tables to work, where he had more room to spread out.

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[ I'm sorry for delaying the RP for so long but I can't post before tommorow afternoon [ which will be in 12 hours ] This weekend I've been really busy. Thanks for waiting ]

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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 okay, I've been swamped too. ))

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Rubin frowned at his comments, not wanting to admit that she was wrong. She followed after him at a run, not wanting to be left behind in the confusing camp.

{OOC//Ugh. My inspiration is running dry.}

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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

Marran started sweeping and hummed to her self. She would never admit it, but she enjoyed sweeping. when her family still lived, they all did chores, she would sweep, and her mother would clean the laundry, and they would eventually start singing the same son together. It helped pass the days. Marran smiled sadly, the song they sang most, was one she had sung to her mother as she laid sick in bed.

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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)

(ok... unless I figure out whats going on soon, and find a way to put Rose into the main plot, I might have to quit this. I'll be keeping busy lately since alot of stuff is starting to happen at one time in my life... But I might be able to stay in this if someone could tell me in moderate detail what has happened the last two pages... please?)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

((Um, not much... Just some chit-chat. Waverly's out talking to Ronin and Keith in the training field, Haven sent Marran to help Lilith with the chores while he looks over his strategies and such, and Trystan is leading the other girl (I forget her name) around the camp))

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(Soo.... what might they be talking about? Don't have to go into too much detail, but just overall for each little group...)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(( Well, Trystan's telling off Rubin for being a 'princess', and I think Waverly, Keith, and Rorin might be getting into a discussion about Haven....))

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(ok, thanks! *works on conjuring a post with a brain that's mostly asleep, and the rest falling asleep*)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(( Take your time, deary. ))

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Rose had to luagh at Tomos's antics. For a split second she felt her worries lift at his grin, but she quickly became serious.
"I'm no healer, but I'm guessing that's kind of a good sign. At least you're not running a fever, which meant I stitched the wounds properly," she said, and found a plate near her with some grapes and she idly picked at them.
"Though... we should probably find where the others are. I mean, since that attack last night, Haven might be planning a counter attack or something. Who knows. I certaintly don't entirely know his mind."

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(*hath returned*)
Tomos nodded in reply as he ate the last of his bread. Wearily he rose to his feet, knowing that although it was uncomfortable he should get at least a little exercise. "I am completely and utterly thrilled that this general "inside of a used loincloth" feeling is just a sign that my recovery is underway. Absolutely marvelous." He muttered. "Now, where's Haven, or at least somone that would know somthing."

"O'er here," came Haven's voice, apparently having been within ear shot for quite some time. Further down the long table in the hall, he had spread the contents of his desk and was now up to his ears in paper work - notes, maps, letters, and the like. His face was creased with its usual look of stress, marring his otherwise handsome features. He glanced over at Tomos, then returned to pouring over the old map, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip anxiously.

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