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Who: Misery. Open.
Where: Misery's Hut, Capricorn District, and various areas during the 13th Hour.
Summary: Never any eye of newt when you need it.
Warnings: yeah you know what we'll just stop that "misery" joke here. Some fighting in the 13th Hour stuff though.

With all the brou ha ha lately, Misery's been keeping it fairly low key. She's already spent several lifetimes dealing with conflict and trouble, and she really doesn't need any of that rot in her nice, comfortable life here in Hinoto-Ri.

What she DOES need, however, are healing potion ingredients.

She sighs. Shifting her life into making potions and the like has been for the most part relaxing, but she has to gather new ones every so often even with the basement greenhouse she's made for herself. So many people wanting healing potions, or "luck" potions. She's barely had any time to research some of her element guards, either, what with business lately. And that's not even dealing with the occasional person trying to egg her house for being an "outsider." People she's dealt with rather harshly, of course.

(She's pretty sure the last one isn't a frog anymore.)

Grabbing her satchel, she heads out into the woods. Some of the things he can just get easily from the various random plants that grow in the woods near the hut. What she CAN'T get... well, that's what the 13th hour is for now, isn't it?

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What a coincidence! There so happened to be someone in those woods, a gigantic amount of hair who was busy...standing...in a a tree's branches...alright so she wasn't being busy at all. In fact she was quite bored.

"This city is soooooo boring!"

See? Completely bored. With a groan she turned over, her feet moving back and forth in the air, as she tapped the branch she was standing in.

"Urgh! At this rate I might just go to school instead like everyone else."

"Hm..."

If Misery had been on the down-low, Atsuro had vanished off the face of the city entirely. The reasonable guess would be that he had gotten ahold of a new game (and to some extent, this was true; late hours spent on The Last Illusion XVI had consumed some amount of his life), but perhaps there had been other pressing matters on his mind as well...

The last place one might expect to find Atsuro after weeks of being absent were the woods. Yet here he was, nonetheless. In his left hand, he holds a book; in his right, he holds a stick absentmindedly tracing words on the ground.

"........verse yawning... Where the black planets roll without aim. Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or luster or..."

This is different. Usually winos show up in the park, not whiners. "They say only those who are boring themselves get bored. Perhaps you should take up a hobby," she replies, bending down to pick a few more herbs. "A good education WOULD do wonders, though. We need less ignorant fools in this town anyway."

"If you're going to summon some sort of ancient demon horror, could you possibly do it somewhere else? This IS my primary herb gathering place, you know," she comments wryly, standing behind him with arms crossed.

"Oh! Hey, Misery."

Atsuro continues to read aloud almost without glancing up.

"In chasms of nebulous chaos, there dwelleth damnation and pain. Take heed of the sign of its 'wake'ning - the blue-crownèd witch is thy bane."

At some point, one has the suspicion that he is poking fun. Perhaps one admired his improvisational skills or perhaps one would be inclinèd to giveth him a well-placèd thwap.

She thumps him mildly upside the head with her staff. "Cute. What IS that drivel you're reciting anyway?" she asks, mildly annoyed.

"Ow!"

Atsuro drops the book.

"...It's H.P. Lovecraft." A short pause. "You know. The guy who wrote about Nyarlathotep in the first place." He bends to retrieve it while continuing to speak. "It might not be the same Nyarlathotep, but I thought it couldn't hurt to read up."

"Is that so? Hmm." She crosses her arms. "All right, then, what has this... Lovecraft revealed of use about our erstwhile foe?"

"That he dwells in places that are 'Cyclopean'. I think it's his favorite word; he uses it every other paragraph."

This is very important.

She raises an eyebrow. "I HARDLY see what a single-eyed giant has to do with describing a location. Unless he's claiming it's full of single eyes or something." Tch. What unnecessarily purple language.

"It might mean a type of building design that doesn't use mortar."

A pause.

"Either way, it's a pretty bad word." He gives a shrug. "Anyway... I'm still working through it, but it sounds like we're up against a pretty tough customer just from what I've gotten so far. I guess it's too much to expect him to just list off his weaknesses. ...Mistletoe, maybe."

"If he were that simple to polish off, we wouldn't even need to BE here. They'd probably just locate your standard heroic set of brats and have THEM deal with it." She looks at her nails. "Things like this need to be struggled with."

She looks at him, eyebrow raised. "You're making another reference. It bothers me," she says, annoyed. Apparently either she hasn't read Norse mythology or it just plain doesn't exist in her world.

"H-Hey! I thought I was supposed to be your standard heroic brat; am I not living up to my job anymore?" Atsuro is deeply offended.

"That's a private joke that, uh, only one person here would get. You can just ignore me." It was Norse mythology, but it was also Real Life. Atsuro gives a shrug. "It probably doesn't matter anyway. Nyarly hasn't shown his face in months, and I'm just wasting my time again. Like the stuff with the zodiac - it's probably not gonna be relevant again."

Oh, irony.

At the noise, she pushed herself to she faced the person upside down, her strangely enough, somehow still staying on the branch.

"Wow thanks for the insight! NOT! I don't need to go to school. They don't even teach quantum physics at my grade, let alone uses for plutonium."

Idly she brought out a gun from her hair.

"Would you consider gun building a hobby? Cause I like doing that a lot, tee hee hee!"