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Who: Misery, OPEN
Where: The Rooftop of Libra, at night. May result in a 13th Hour Thumping session later, if desired.
Summary: Even talented witches need to clear their heads.
Warnings: Potential Misery snideness.
It was all well and good to talk about doing something, but Misery has been forced to admit after a few days of this that she's mostly just going in circles.

The astrology stuff hasn't helped. Certainly, there's no easy "snap your fingers" solution to the effects of the zodiac on people. Normally, one could probably cut off the effects by just not believing in it, but a fat lot of good that had done back during that night considering most people weren't even aware their birth signs were related.

The search for baku wasn't working too well either. She'd been out and about blasting demons, but none of them had looked like the one she was looking for, and none of the components she'd found seemed to have any effect on the subconscious mind. Which had meant far too frequently dreams forcing her to think about days she'd rather not think about.

That's not really an issue tonight. She can't sleep.

She sits on the edge of the building she lives in, looking out over the city. So many buildings. Mother had told her the island had been like that once. Full of buildings, bustling crowds, life. All destroyed in a night. Such power had fascinated her once. Now she just wants to forget she had anything to do about it. And her own brain isn't even letting her do that.

"Blast it all, what will it take to be free for real," she mutters under her breath.

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"..."

There was a little pause at that, and Anant tilted their head this way and that as if in deep consideration. It was a difficult question to answer!

"Yes and no. I do not feel emotions as humans do, but I get little slips of them on occasion," Anant pressed their hands against their mask, letting out a pleased little noise, "The more I observe humans, the more likely I am to learn how to feel! A species that drown in such passion and vibrancy can be imitated if one is determined enough to!"

"'Learn' to feel? Truly? Feeling isn't a learnt thing, you nit. If you don't already feel something, you're not going to feel it." Tch. Better to set him straight now, she thinks.

On the other hand, she can't really bare to see that horrible hangdog look again. It's aggravating. "Although... perhaps you should focus more on why you have these... 'slips.' Someone who cannot feel except on occasion? Rather peculiar, don't you think?"

"A bit," Anant agreed, their body rocking back slightly as they cupped their chin in thought. "Truthfully, these slips only occur in moments where - things get hazy in those times, so I cannot tell you much about them. Last time it happened I felt what I believe to be rage."

Their voice dropped a little, becoming eerily flat. "...I do not want to focus on that. I prefer to focus more on watching humans instead. Imitation is fun."

Well. That's reassuring. "I DO hope you left a little of the place intact after your last emotional experience." A God that can only remember rage? Not a good sign, really.

She sighs. "Well bully for you then. Imitate to your hearts content, I guess. Just don't expect it to MEAN much in the long run."

"I don't. I know imitation and falseness detracts the value somewhat, but I still wish to try," Anant said, clasping their hands before their chest. "Humans try and try even when things are hopeless, and I wish to do the same!"

They lowered their hands, tilting their head slightly. "I thank you for this interesting conversation."

"Interesting. Yes. That's one word for it, I suppose."

Whether she likes it or not, she's beginning to think she should keep an eye out on this one. Like far too many she's run into in this city, honestly.

"I will be watching you," Anant said, oblivious to how threatening that sounded. "Out of sight though, so you do not feel uncomfortable."

They turned away.

"I shall leave you to your star-gazing."