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”Interesting names you both have there,” Liberty retorted, chucking faintly to herself before straightening out her posture again. “I kid. It’s nice to meet you both; I might be old as shit, but I’ll offer whatever I can. Medicine’s my forte. And- a tour would be great, if you’d ask me. Dunno how much senseless wandering my crumbly bones could take alone.”
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“Oh? Thanks. You all have got one hell of a warm welcome,” Liberty laughed, finally allowing herself to stand up. She noticed the firebrand’s somewhat cold stare and chuckled to herself; good to see people around that still had a fire in them. “I’ll see myself to wherever I need to go next, I suppose.”
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”Do some of you dipshitted morons get off on bullying your clanmates, or something? Not exactly ‘loyal,’ if you ask me.” Maybe Liberty’s words were too far full of malice, considering she was as unfamiliar with the place as a half dead rodent scrambling for shelter; but bullying wasn’t something that sit right with her, let alone with it was someone’s own clan-mates. Not to mention, not much scared the scarred feline anymore. She had seen some shit in her times. “Take your inferiority complexes somewhere else. I don’t know if you think harassing someone is a good fuckin’ past time, but it sure as hell isn’t funny.” After speaking, she whipped her head in Rentarou’s direction, frowning. “I know I’m the new batshit grandma around here, but if ya need to go somewhere to clear your head, I’ll watch your back.”
(sorry if this is ooc at all for exilers, im still p new to all the new clan stuff + libbys a sassy girl qwq)
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Did Liberty like meet and greets? No. Absolutely not. Even during her times leading clans and healing cats, even as a mother, every part of her recoiled in horror thinking about reintroducing herself to a bunch of tiny, bastard little kids; but nevertheless, a new home was a new home, and she wanted to make a decent impression before she ruined it entirely with all of her battle stories and cuss words. “Oi! Anyone around?” She called out, pawing at the prison ground. “Figured I’d get to know all of you, and maybe share any medical knowledge I might have left in this old bitch of brain of mine.”
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// i’d love a tour thread! i’d love to learn more abt how to describe the territory so qwq
“You serious?” Liberty’s ears perked up when she heard him mention a medical syndicate. “It’d be my damn pleasure to join something like that. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to properly get a chance to take care of anyone.” Despite the fact that she towered over people and (definitely) had scarred up looks that could kill, she still enjoyed medicine. Leading in her younger times had been nice, but being able to contribute medically had always been her calling.
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Liberty toothily grinned when she saw Jimin walk up; she had already taken a liking to him, considering his medical position and his gentle personality. It reminded her a lot of Cerulean in some ways, she thought. “You’ve got some good talents, kid,” she retorted, tail swishing around as she spoke. “I was never good at the practical stuff like that. Medicine was an exception, but I’ve always been suited for battle and things of the like. I didn’t become a bitchy grandma for no reason,” A laugh. “You’re lucky to have only two siblings. I’ve got a clusterfuck of a family. Are any of them alive? Do I know any of their names? Hell no.”
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i havent popped in here yet since ive been chatting in the discord but!
im knox/kayla if any of yall recognize me and i play libby prae. i’m still getting used to the roleplay ropes again but im glad to be here!!!
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A cafeteria, huh? Liberty eyed all of the strange assortments of food and utensils suspiciously, her blue eyes trying to make sense of what half of it was. “Holy hell, kid, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a big place just for food.” She couldn’t recall if Scarclan had every carried such diverse meal options in her time, but that wasn’t important now. Not anymore. “I’ll pass on eating for now. But cells? Fuck yeah,” Liberty’s response was rather enthusiastic, but barbaric and strange living places were really the only kind of home she enjoyed.
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Liberty nodded to everyone that had arrived, and a exuberant grin spread across her face when she heard the fellow exilers speak. “So you’re Eisuke, huh? Nice to meet ya. I’d love to teach you a few of the tricks I have up my dirty sleeves sometime, kiddo.” Once she finished her statement towards the commander, she turned her attention to Nyria, ears perked. “Burning people alive. Wow. Bold! I like the spunk!” She laughed loudly, bemused by how much the statement reminded her of old friends and family.
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HI HI!!!!
1. yes i love miss cinder and she was libbys fc back in the day so, why not bring her back
2. (becomes the cursed grabby hands emoji) praelium...
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Now that wasn't a statement Liberty was expecting to hear upon joining. Another Praelium? "You're a fellow Praelium, eh? Good to know the bloodline is still kicking, somehow. Even more t'hear that're you're deputy. The leading blood doesn't seem to fade!" Truthfully, she was just happy to see someone that shared some blood with her. She could care less about position, but it certainly was amusing how many of her family members had led clans.
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id love to get cell 26 for miss libby!
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"Hm....What about Cell 26? Any sneaky bastard living here?" She peered into the room, noticing its visible emptiness and lack of feline smell. "I don't mind sharin' with anyone if I have to. I'm prickly, sure, but not picky." Her blue eyes blinked slowly, awaiting for the Commander's response.
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"Throw em' at me," Liberty walked up nonchalantly, noting the familar faces and the ones she had yet to meet. Although she was new around the Exiles, the feline wasn't planning on sitting on her ass and expecting her clanmates to kiss it simply because of her old age. That wasn't Liberty's style, and no way it would become one.
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"We've got another set of bold paws, don't we? Good to know!" Liberty smirked, intrigued by how many of the people here had no shame in their bloodthirsty habits. She wasn't a senseless murderer, no, but having been raised in Scarclan as a Praelium, happy smiles and pink roses was far from the living experience she enjoyed. "Bitchy grandmas your thing? Damn, who's stealing my thunder?"
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Death. A familiar smell, unfortunately, to the old feline, and so when she stumbled out of her cell and was greeted with the wafting smell of blood, her breath caught momentarily in her throat. Fuck. Running towards the source of smell, Liberty crouched down, trying to find any signs of life; a breath, a movement of the chest; but there was nothing. Even if this was her new home, death was an unfortunate fate that she wished she never had to see clanmates go through.
"Oi, someone! Get your asses out here! Fuck- they need help!" Liberty shufled the only surviving pup closer to herself in an attempt to keep it warm and breathing. She wished her medical knowledge could do her some good in the situation, but there wasn't anything that could be done for someone who had already passed on.
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"No fucking way," If she wasn't awake before, she was certainly awake now. So it was true? "Break was really here? Damnit all, Break- disappearing before I can even say hi?" The last part of the sentence was more directed towards herself, than anything, but she couldn't stop herself from saying it out loud. "Break was one of my best friends, too. We went through a lot of shit together, back in the old days. I take it she put you through the same wonderful Breakdance traditions?"
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Liberty winced at the sound of echoing screams coming from Jimin's mouth, but she had to maintain herself; freaking out as well wouldn't help, especially if both of the people in midst of it were one of the few prepared to deal with something like this. "I'm sorry for your loss." She murmured quietly, wrapping a comforting tail around the shivering canine's body in an attempt to calm him down. "But you're right. Go as fast as you can to get blankets, and I'll stay here and keep the pup warm. I won't let them die, I promise you. Oath from one healer to another." Things were looking bleak, and there was absolutely a high chance of this pup meeting the same untimely fate; but Liberty said fuck all to chances and outcomes, when had she ever been someone to accept something as it was? She pulled the pup even closer, nuzzling it into a protective curl like she once did with her own kits. "You'll be okay, little one."
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"Hell yeah I knew her," The jean blue feline grinned from ear to ear, ignoring the lingering pain that came from talking about long-gone family. "We lived together in Scarclan for a looooong time. We held power around the same time, y'know, leadin' and doing all that important fancy shit. I'm technically her aunt, but I always saw Break more as a sister and a best friend. Loved that bitch till the end. Still do. But you're really her great-great...damn, Break's family got busy."
