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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]♛ Well, her life was pretty good. She was pretty chill with everything. Lucinda couldn't name one thing that was stressful on her mind. Since she began dating Emptyskies (finally, she had been waiting so long), the former leader spent a lot of time in the medics den, right now she was organizing herbs. A long time ago, Lucy had been a nurse. And she still retained some information from those days, so she was trying to remember what things did, to some degree of success. Lucy had promised herself that if she wanted a position within the clan, it would be in healing. She wanted to finish what she started.


    "Dock, and alfalfas, and comfrey..." She group them together before placing them in the right areas. The Warder pricked an ear. Sometimes she missed the old medics den, maybe she'd take a trip there sometime. Ah! She could take everyone on a field trip to the old territory.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 18pt; letter-spacing: -1px][color=#F0F3EC]“ vengeance is very sweet ”[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 140%]soren was spending a fair portion of his time in the medic den as well, though he was studying new ways to use traditional medicines. mixing them, experimenting, all of those were his forte. the tiger would look up from a chemistry book he had been reading, recognizing lucina immediately. [b][color=#F0F3EC]"nothing to do?" soren would question, standing and walking over towards her.


    [spoiler=MOBILE TAGS][align=left][color=#F0F3EC]BASIC INFORMATION &&
    › soren memorial-xerses-sixx
    › male, identifies as male
    › 12 months
    › colouredclan
    › field medic
    › aspiring medic
    › currently: bengal tiger
    › bisexual biromantic
    › leviathan memorial-xerses-sixx xx npc
    › quarter angel, three quarters mortal
    › slightly based off of severus snape from [i]harry potter
    › sarcastic, bitter, and cold


    [color=#F0F3EC]POWERS &&
    › absorbing spirits ( 0/9 lives )
    › afterlife communication
    › conjuration
    › flavor manipulation
    › invisibility
    › soundwave manipulation
    › scent manipulation


    [color=#F0F3EC]BATTLE TAGS &&
    › extreme physically, extreme mentally
    › attack in bold [color=#F0F3EC]#F0F3EC
    › no kill, ask to maim, capture or rape
    › will kill, capture, maim and rape enemies


    [color=#F0F3EC]NOTES &&
    › all opinions are ic

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]♛ Traditional medicines had always been something that Kestrelflight had taught her, she regretted stepping down as a medic apprentice sometimes, but she knew Emptyskies trusted her enough in here. After all, she had been a field-medic on top of being leader, Lucinda had been pretty much everywhere among the ranks of ColouredClan. It felt nice to relax. So Soren was exactly right. "Pretty much, I just like organizing things." Like the male, she also liked to mix herbs. Mostly poisons, after all... she was a scientist. "Butterbur?" She looked down at the plant, her head tilting. Ugh, it had another name too, right? Started with a P, or was the substance inside of it that one that started with a P? Lucinda shrugged, she knew that it treated migraines, which was pretty useful after a night of reading. The herbalist put the plant with the others. "Herbin' is fun, isn't it?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; text-align: justify; width: 375px;]Copperkit waddled over, taking a seat next to Lucinda with an emotionless visage. "Hi mommy," The kitten stated, her tone unusually mundane. Normally it was filled with hate and disgust, but she was trying to learn some demeanor of social etiquette. The demon tried to maintain good social etiquette around and with her mom at the very least.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]"Butter-wha?" Night would inquire, making his way over and towards the small group. Though, despite his bemusement, he was still slightly entertained, nevertheless. It seemed as if Soren would be capable of getting along with Lucinda, possibly? They did happen to both enjoy herbs, after all. Huh.. Maybe Lucinda wished to become a medic, too? He didn't know, and he did suppose that only time would really tell.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;font-family:verdana;text-align:justify;font-size:10.5px;line-height:1.5]curtainpaw had discovered her mother's love of reading, but had seemed to miss out on her love of medicine. oh well, it was always something she could learn later in life, though she supposed that it would be useful now. "organising things is fun, i guess. at least these herbs don't smell too awful."


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