//update The wind has thankfully calmed, but it gave us a fright last night. Currently at planet fitness, where the money I earn usually goes. I love Reika and WANT to write her. I'm just kinda fuckin' terrified atm

//URGERT HURRICANE WINDS NEAR MY CITT I NEED A HOTEL ROOM PLEASE IM BEGGING PLEASE

//debating leaving BlueSky for good. I have zero desire to write anymore; with my life being constant anxiety. I can't in good conscience write, when I'm in a bad mental spot. I don't know. Im just tired, I think.

// Sitting outside with the sign today again. No one has donated. I just want a bed to sleep in again for a night. I am desperate, please help me Me and my wife have to sit out in the heat and beg, because I don't have enough hours to pay for basic shelter Please please please help us

//post delayed today, I'm kinda pissed atm

// How bad are things? My wife has to stand outside to beg.

//gonna scrape a Halloween costume together this year. Got a cheap purge mask from Walmart, but truly the scariest thing is the way my leg bends inward when I stand straight wtf.

> The cultists ran off, and Reika turned back to her Captain. "Eventful day so far, it's hardly noon." Reika jokes softly with her companion.

> more cultist came by, seeking to drag their brother back to one of many implied sanctuaries. Reika refused to let the two, much calmer and weaker men, to back off. "I am at about my wits end with your lot. Retreat, please. I'm asking nicely." >

The man was resilient, thrashing about knelt on the cobblestone. Eventually though, he found slumber. Reika looked to Erik with great concern. "What in the divines compelled him to do such a vile act? He called me a bitch." She softly tapped his back with her sheath, out of frustration. >

> swing his free arm. "Sir, please. Stop this madness now, or you will force our hands!" The cultist looked at her enraged, and for a moment, was able to scream out actual words. "Puta madre! "¡El Padre te dará la muerte, estirge inmortal!" Sadly, ones Reika did not understand.

The cultist swung at Verdugo, teeth gnashing and blood and spit flying. Reika thwacked the man across the back with some force, but it did nothing to subdue him. Another blow to the head, and the man turned lunging at Reika. His arm trapped by Verdugo, all the cultist could do now was snarl and >

> bite of the bystander, tearing a huge chunk of their bicep out. People got the idea now, and began scattering and screaming. Reika looked at Erik, then to the man, her palm resting atop the handle of her own blade. "Enough, human! Stay yourself or be punished!"

It mattered little what Reika thought; the deranged man's skin began to build up and turn shades off sickly yellow and orange. She insisted to townspeople to give them some room, shooing them in a hurry. The enraged man reached out to a bystander who did not need the warning: he took a vicious >

// So desperately want someone else to roleplay a Samurai Yautja, so I can have horror shenanigans and sexy alien times in the same roleplay. Just look at those mandibles...

The vampire read the words and yet they seemed to only aggravate her heart; reports of murder, crime, and I just punishments,all over the land. She had isolated herself for too long, and let the world around her fall to ruin. Reika knew what was due next: adventure. She smirked, just a little.

"That sounds quite like a turn of phrase I picked up from a traveller; What a load of bull's shit."

Iajutsu takes incredible patience, when you outclass your opponent in strength. Moreso when you do not. Reika knows restraint is key to good form, so few see her blade draw, and live to gossip about it.

"The very divines themselves see fit to taunt me, punish me, berate me; you opened your mouth again, and naught but garbage came rushing out." The vampire did not understand the internet, but she saw someone disliked her post. Nothing personal.