[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Ugh, this was abominable. Zjarr had no qualms with reading and could even consider it a pleasant escape from time to time, but the concept of astrology was not one he had a particular interest in. Especially the star signs. He had some respect for the Ascendants' culture and traditions, hence his staying for such an extended period of time, but aside from the lifestyle of the Clan he didn't find learning about the stars and alignments and shit all too fun to study and research. Moonmade probably pulled the task from his ass, though he could somewhat sympathize with the guy, since it seemed like just about every resident of the territory pleaded for something to do. At that point all you could do was spew the first thing that came to mind.

But a weekly task was a weekly task, and rarely did he ever skip out on his designated duty. For now he'd suck it up.

The demon would admit that sifting through the quiet halls of the Observatory was soothing in a way, surrounded by the wistful feel of all of the books he had discovered along the way and compiled into one location, untapped knowledge and entertainment that he could easily access with a flip of the page. It was strange, for he could not consider himself a bookworm, not now and not ever before. It was only now that such a feeling arose within him in such a setting, and yet he found it tiring to exit the room by the time he collected what he needed. Perhaps it was the work of Flamey, slowly leaking such behavior into the rowdy and blunt Zjarr, who found more solace in the forge than in some room full of books. He could not hear Flamey, but he could just feel him, if not only barely. He was here. And maybe he was watching every move he made. Cut it out, asshole.

The magic was worn out by the time he regained his composure, resolving the books as just part of his task and nothing more. The cyborg canine pushed onward to the main corridors and set himself down with a few of those horoscope astrology books, his metal claws clicking on the hardcovers rhythmically. "A'ight, y'all, come 'ere if y'wanna know some shit about ya star sign," the demon drawled as he rolled his broad shoulders.

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]The canine nodded and clicked his tongue at Eternalwar's arrival. Hmm, she seemed to always be there for the crowd, really. And for the drama. Especially when it came to brawling children—maybe she had a thing for sitting on people? Hmm. All he knew about her was that he found her to be a greatly amusing being, one he felt that he could be loose around. Then again, he was relatively loose around just about everyone here. If anything, he had to offer her a sliver of respect—he did not want his death to spawn from a massive Cretaceous beast taking a nap and using his body as a pillow...or a mattress, even.

But the urge to fly right back with nicknames and act as a sarcastic fool took over almost instantly. "Well, Jurassic Park, I dunno when I was born either," Zjarr replied, "but it ain't 'cause I got a shitty memory. It's 'cause I don't really...have a birthday. I don't, at least. Now, as for the guy up here—" He tapped on his temple twice with a metal claw for emphasis. "—he's a Virgo, I believe. September somethin', before the 22nd. I don't share his birthday. I don't care for it, either." It was a somewhat half-assed response, for he wasn't exactly sure when Flamey's birthday was. "September something" seemed just about right, but all he knew was that it was sometime six years ago that the guy came to be birthed. Thus for the sake of conversation he'd keep the detail as such.

Next came the Astral Seraph, who just felt completely off. He didn't feel like Bastille, and the fact that he was making flirtatious remarks towards Etty and seemingly checking out the goods on the demon only proved it. A metaphorical eyebrow was raised at the bizarre behavior. Maybe it would have been tolerable if it was someone else, but it wasn't what he was expecting from Bast. Regardless he was going to quietly brush it off, releasing a soft sigh before flipping through his astrology books to find some Cancer heading that'd bring some fun fact to light. "Mmm, here. Says your color's...silver. Oh, and your lucky numbers are 4 and 6. Quick, run down to the mart and grab a lottery ticket."

At Moon's response, he would merely shrug as a means of expressing his indifference. Nah, he'd take the task anyways—he knew the dude was just saying stuff. There wasn't an issue there, and it was better than laying around.

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]A child's silent inquiry was something he felt was difficult to ignore, and his unnaturally heterochromatic gaze fell upon the young kitten that tapped upon the book without a word towards the wolf. He could identify the young feline as Harland, a kitten that seemed to hang around Moonmade more than anyone and anything else in the Observatory. He found it cute, the clingy nature of a child, though it wasn't intentional. Perhaps he saw the lion as a fatherly figure.

Maybe he was curious about the contents of this book, the phrases Zjarr chose to deliver to others, many of which were simply mumbo-jumbo bullshit in the demon's eyes. But he was still doing the job. "Star signs, kiddo," the observer remarked to the kitten, offering him a soft yet warm smile. "Y'got a birthday, y'got a star sign. There's...a bunch of facts related to that star sign, stuff about, like, personality and traits." Once again, he didn't believe in much of that astrological crap, but this was perhaps the best explanation he could offer to Harland at the time.

Now, the fellow that arrived next was someone the wolf was unsure of whatsoever. He had never seen the other observer before, yet would still heed his request and flip through the book before him until he landed upon Aries. "Okay, fella, it says here you're a doer; dead set on shit, goin' all out for it, 'n' you've got the energy to spare for it. I'm...not sure if it applies to you or not, honestly, since I haven't seen ya around. Really, though," the wolf added, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Zjarr. And you are?"