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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..."