Lilith tilted her head weighing the facts, "I do not know. It is not unheard of for him to have such outbursts, and I imagine that the stress would make them more frequent. Perhaps the only way to see what is going on is to wait, although that is not my favorite course of action," she said with sigh. "I don't suppose he would want us following at the moment," she added frowning.

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

"Is he awake?"

The voice came distantly down the hall, accompanied by two sets of heavy footsteps. A soft jingling was heard, then a click as a key found its way into the lock of Keith's cell. The door opened and two figures were silhouetted against the doorframe. Lantern light spilled over him....


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Haven glanced over his shoulder, feeling Waverly's green eyes piercing him from across the hall. His blue eyes locked with hers and his expression softened sadly. He shouldn't have yelled... Why did he yell? Regret stung him like an angry wasp and he winced at the look she was giving him.

"I love you," he tried, mouthing the words to her, but she only scowled deeper and walked off down the hall.

Haven cursed himself.

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Keith covered his face with his arm, trying to shield his eyes from the bright light. He had not heard any voices for he had dozed off after he'd lost track of time. Keith lay still yet he didn't pretend to be asleep, he still hardly could get up. He waited calmly for what was to come..

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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.

One of the men, who was completely clad in black (the only decipherable color in the dim light), nudged him slightly with the toe of his boot, as though checking to see if Keith were awake, or at least alive.

"Get him up!" the second man ordered impatiently, a heavy air of authority to his voice.

The man in black grunted in agreement and took hold of Keith's shoulders, yanking him to his feet.

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

(I am sooo behind... but I don't have time to do anything. I give permission for you guys to powerplay my character until I can post 'cause I can' only be on real quick right now. But please, don't kill my character or anything... I'm sorry!)

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Keith's cry echoed in the dark cell as a man woke him from his daze by dragging him up to his feet. Whether Keith's leg couldn't hold him or the pain was just too much for him, these men probably couldn't tell. When Keith tumbled back against the cold tiled wall, he only felt tingling pain and he himself couldn't tell what happened.
"What- do ye want?" he managed to groan.

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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, Euraina. Will do. ))

"A few questions answered, Shadin," said the man who still stood shadowed in the cell doorway, staring at him. His tone was cold and reeked of contempt. He turned his gaze and snapped an order to the man in black. "Bring him to the chamber for questioning."

"Yes, m'lord," muttered the man who still had a grip on Keith. He gave the prisoner a stare that suggested he could come quietly on his own or be dragged by force.

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Keith looked at the man next to him, who'd firm hold on his arm, as to judge whether this man was even capable of dragging him. Yet choosing to be wise over stubborn, knowing it would only result in more misery, he started to stagger over to the door. With gritted teeth and a lot of panting he eventually managed to reach the door, altough the cell was relatively small it took Keith a lot of time and even more effort. But his lips remained sealed.. he would not complain nor give away anything.

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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 man in black, who looked more than capable of taking Keith down if need be, lead Keith along as briskly as was possible, following the other man down the hall. They came to a large, open room at the end of the hall.

An iron chandelier held a ring of flickering candles that lit the room, hanging from the center of the ceiling. The walls flickered oddly, and as their eyes adjusted to the dark it was a bit clearer that there appeared to be a variety of iron tools. The air was cold and was faint with the metallic smell of blood.

The man in black cast Keith onto the floor with a shove.

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Tomos grinned slightly. "I highly doubt it as well." he agreed. "Thank you, Lillith." He added as he began to walk back towards the camp.
"You do very good work. We'd be in a world of hurt without you here to heal us." He

Lillith nodded politely and tugged her hair free from its binding - it had been too long a day to keep it held back so severely - she wanted to feel a bit less constrained.

"It is nothing, really," she responded.

She sat outside a bit more before her brother stepped out with a cloak in hand. He thrust it into her hands and Lillith rolled her eyes, tossing it over her shoulders - it hadn't dawned on her that it was cold. Ronin smiled down at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He knew that she was having a bit of a rough time.

"Come on in, Lillith. We 'ave food a fire, drink. An' I don' wan' ya catchin' ya death out here, ya ken," he said. It was more of a gentle order as he tugged her with him anyway.

"Yes, Ronin, I ken," she responded, falling into her accent for a moment.

The two stepped inside and the warmth hit them and immediately cured the chill Lillith felt before. She tugged the cloak about her shoulders tighter, despite the fact that it was comically big.

She spotted Haven and walked off from her brother perhaps in a manner more noticeable than she thought because the large man laughed as she reached their leader.

"Haven," she whispered concerned, placing a hand on his shoulder, "You should have something to eat. You'll have another spell if you don't."

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Set 1: Nurr | Set 2: Me

Haven shook his head somberly, his expression distraught as he sat himself down on one of the benches by the roaring hearth at the end of the hall. He had no appetite at the moment, his mind was too busy whirling. He watched the flames flicker for a long moment before turning his gaze back to Lilith.

"How long do you think she'll be mad at me?" he asked quietly. His eyes were full of sorrow, as though the flame in them had died a bit.

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Waverly strode through the hall, lost in her own thoughts so deeply that she nearly collided with Ronin. "Oh!, Sorry," she said quickly, straightening herself out. Her green eyes glanced about as she asked him, "Have you seen Keith anywhere?"

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Keith who was aware of where he was and what would happen, restrained himself. All his senses seemed to shout: Don't tell. And he wasn't going to do that: his will was strong, still.
"I am no Shadin" he groaned "My name is John Bourne"

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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.

"I've had enough of your games," said the stern-looking man in authority, staring at Keith with cold, iron-grey eyes. "I suggest you cooperate with us for your own sake. You can't fool me, I know where your allegiance lies."

He erased the distance between them in few strides, towering over the form of the man on the floor. "Tell me where I can find the Shadin."

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"I live in the woods.. alone. I never saw any living human being there." Keith responded, making sure that his voice was filled with panic. He didn't have to do much effort for that. Inside him, a panicking feeling slowly grew, yet his head was clear and his mind was set on what he had to do.
"I do not know any of the Shadin."

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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 man frowned, clearly annoyed, and gave a swift nod to his accomplice in black. The dark man slammed his boot hard into Keith's side, knocking the breath out of him forcefully.

"Do you really wish to prolong your suffering?" asked his questioner. "We can make this as hard or as easy as you want."

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