The initial scare of the fight that Teu had not witnessed was still raw at his forefront; he had reviewed the footage from his security cameras all throughout his office, feeling that raw fear bubble in his gut every time he watched the beast take Nova down with supposed ease.

Even then, his info was short. He needed to know more; and he needed to see if the large man was doing okay today.

Holed up in the Higher Echelon ER overnight, the Warmaster pushes through the door to Nova’s temporary room, specially accommodated to fit both the giant and his metal appendages. Rath has a small boquet in one hand, the other gently closing the door behind him.

Walking over cautiously, he scans the man’s current crippled and bandaged form, his natural frown deepening with his sorrow. Not only was the sight depressing, but also terrifying.

Two in a row? Shit that’s a record, innit?

No, not really, lmao.

Anyways.

What did i do today? Today i did about half of what i set out to do.

Waifu was a blast, i still love this event so much and i’m going to miss it when it’s gone. Sad face. i did say i was going to do more stuff in the game, more bosses and such buuut...

RP things! i have new and advanced ghoul sheets! so That’s what i spent the day doing, for the most part. Got Charles done and Tracy almost done. Just need another one or two Merits for her! ...Then i need to do three fucking more oh gods that’s gonna be forever whyyyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. It’s FINE. At least Googledocs won’t fucking eat them.

i also read two chapters of TEW yay. On Ch.17 Now. Mhm.

Hair did not get done. It was very fucking cold. Tomorrow. Hopefully.

Groceries will be delivered Saturday. A little spicy, but, we’ll make it. Sir might have to go on a walk to the dollar store, which’ll suck in the cold, his lungs are not good (asthma, which has gotten better over the years, but that’s something that doesn’t just poof go away) and walking that long sucks just in general.

Oof i miss having a car. ;_;

Didn’t get any writing done on this longform, gottverdammt i’m never getting it done. Ugh.

Didn’t get any RP done either! Oh well. Eventually. x_x

Food: A - Tasty tasty food, my tongue is basically back to normal (No, it’s not a Covid thing, it’s a side-effect of the Acthar, it’s happened before and it’ll happen again - i lose most-if-not-all taste of sweet! So weird.) and all the food was so tasty. Liquid: A - Saving half a bottle of water for night-time pills, but drank the rest of the three, had some cranberry juice, coffee, and some monster coffee, did well. Pain: B- - Hands achey! Oof my hands are achey, they do not like this cold. Bleh. Head a little achey too. Overall just kinda achey, my joints ache bleh. #JustArthritisThings 😩 Brain: A- - Definitely ADHD brain frazzle, but nothing Bad, like, no SI no real anxiety peaks, exhausted, ofc, but ya know, that’s #JustMSThings.

Tomorrow: Hairwash?????? Ghoul sheets!!! Reading~! Cleaning?

That boi

is

MINE

YAS

Phew, delicious, so happy. 😻😻

In other news - got dailies done, hecked up the picture event a little bit (oof sending pictures to friends, waow did i not realize that those were friends i was sendint to. xD)  but that’s ok there’s always tomorrow~ BUT GAME??? HELLO??? Taking pictures of OBVIOUSLY red things - why are you giving me different colors?! Jeeze. It’s gatcha inside the gatcha system. xD

VtM-wise, chitty-chatted and stared longingly at doing RP stuff - but never did it. Never got around to starting on my longform either, not sure which’n i’ll do...hm.

Watched the first two episodes of  The Haunting of Good Society. Decent enough, thus far, and i’ll probably finish it off.

Read a bit of my book, on chapter 7 now.

Played flash games.

Dealt with IBS nonsense all day, constipated and the like. Bleh.

Had some breathing trouble, like...it just kinda felt like i wasn’t getting all the oxygen from the air i was breathing in? Bleh. Not fun. Still kinda feeling it, but it’s better now than it was this morning. Keep an eye on it.

Food: A (had some tasty food, and some not-good-for-me-food which led to the IBS issues...cheese, my dearest friend, my mortal enemy. Weep.) Liquid: B (Hot damn was i thirsty today, for whatever reason. Just. So thirsty. So this is a ‘b because i couldn’t drink enough, but it could have been an a++++ because i drank SO much’.) Pain: C (Headache, earache, hands are swollen and achy, guts are achy, that kinda thing. Bleh. Then the grunky lungs and blah. Just blah. As of note: The inhaler did not help with the lungs, taking Mucinex helped, for whatever reason. my brain really likes to focus on the placebo affect or sommat. Heh.) Brain: B (Exhausted, had a couple of brief ‘oh i’m so fucking stupid’ times, hit myself once or twice, that kind of thing, but it was an ok day.)

Tomorrow: Waifu is a no brainer, maybe i’ll actually work on something VtM, maybe i’ll do...anything? Else? i hope to clean a bit more tomorrow, Sir’s garbage needs changed and my ‘can’ (i use that word loosely, it’s a cardboard box, lbrh) needs a bag in it. Maybe a bit more in the kitchen. Tomorrow we get groceries in.

Sir did Brekkist :((((((((((((((

Beware of the Villainess! - Wait...WAIT! Yuri...???? What the actual fuck???? O__O

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion - Oh that *bitch* oh my fuckkkk!

Survive as the Hero's Wife - Oh Ricardo you precious peach you.

Solo Leveling - WELL SHIT HERE WE ARE. NOW, IT'S TIME TO WORSHIP GOD.

Played Genshin Impact all day. That was fun. 

It is now Acthar day 0 redux. sigh. They came at fucking 9 am. NO fuckin’ way we would have been alive for that. So, since Accredo damn well demanded us do it signature required - even though we’ve gotten it from them before no signature required - we get to get up tomorrow at 9 am and...hope they show up the sameish time? So we can...uhm... get our package and go back to sleep???? And that means we’re going to bed early which is why this post is up early. This sucks. i am displeased with this. :/

Did a bit of VampRP stuff, editing, etc.

another loaf of bread was made.

That was about it.

The frown stuck on the large man’s face. Something was clearly bothering the Jennerit despite his words.

“Is there something that I can do to help?” Nova asked as he followed Rath, staying just a few paces behind him.

“Just...” Teu’s lip thins, scrunching his face to try and word this the best he could. “...lend an ear, that is all I ask.”

He looks over his shoulder at him, untangling his hands from behind his back to lay limp in defeat at his sides.

@tasarbasal

“What?!”

The words that left Garce’s mouth-- combined with the jerk and tussle of the Viper-- instilled quite the spark of rage within Rathteu, leaning harshly over on his seat to look over to the cockpit ahead.

“I ‘neva lie to you, lovey! Ship’s not fit for goin furth’er. Gotta land or else we gonna add to th’ pile of rubbish out ‘ere,” she responds.

The Grayhorn pilot lifts her shades and pivots a look over her shoulder back at Teu, who scoffs and shares a dumbfounded look with his mate beside him.

“Land?!” He shouts.

Garce grimaces-- hard to tell on a Thrall, but it was there.

“I ain’t happy ‘either, love. Gotta do it.”

With a frustrated slap to his legs, Rathteu leans back into his seat with a harsh thud, getting jarred around once more by the continuous debris smacking the ship from all sides. That important diplomatic conference doesn’t happen often-- and the first time he’d have to attend with Rathrey, under their Warmaster titles, they can’t even get there on time.

“..going to be late,” he growls, resting his face on his hands as Rey rubs over his back reassuringly. Garce frowns, but rolls her eyes, shifting her attention back ahead. The Detritus Ring was rightfully named; it was causing a lot of interference with... just about everything. Driving through the dumpster of space on their way to this formal get together surely didn’t help.

After a bit of rough driving and not-so-strategic planning, the Viper finally finds itself clumsily docked in a heavily packed bay, the stench of sweat, rust and cabbage stinging the air.

Rogues called this home. Maybe this wasn’t the reason. Either way, Teu found this place the exact opposite of pleasant.

Quite the stark contrast walking out from his ship in his clean, vibrant robes among those who didn’t give two shits about their presentation, he kept his head up, frantically looking around for someone who could help. There’s an echo of a kick resounding behind him as Garce pops the hood open on his Viper, smoke billowing out of it at an unhealthy rate. A groan leaves him, but he presses on; they needed to get this done, fast, then get out. That is all.

His trek leads him to a rather larger vessel a few slots down, carefully lifting his robes to step over cords and large wires. The telltale sign of feet sticking out from under this vessel catches his eye, and that only meant one thing.

His ears go back in determination. Climbing the platform and approaching the grimy pair of boots sticking out from under the ship, he leans down, knocking gently on the hull-- though it was easily drowned out by the sounds of metal and welding, steam and chatter.

He’s bent over his Warmaster desk with both palms flat and arms bent sharply, nails digging into the fine wood as she enters. He doesn’t turn towards her until she speaks, pivoting right quick and balling up his hands into fists.

Lyra looked up at him with curious intent. She had never seen this person before. She attempted to climb onto the furniture with him. To her it was almost like a mountain.

Day watched close by with a proud smile on her face. Her daughter was such a social butterfly! “Lyra, can you say hi to Rath?’

Lyra looked up after attempting to get onto the couch, though it was a failed endeavor due to her small stature. Her chubby cheeks stretched into a smile and she gave Rath a wave. “Hi…”

Verod. Verod. Snap out of it-- With a startled snortle, he shakes his head out to try and break his anxious trance, leaning back with unease when Lyra started to climb-- but settles when she fails.

Then she-- then she said hi. It was at that moment that Rathteu wished he was good with children-- outside of conventions, at least. This was a much different endeavour, one that he somewhat felt a personal connection with.

It made him feel off.

“...GreetingsLyra,” he says quickly, lifting one of his large hands-- that could probably wrap around her scalp from how much bigger he was, comically-- and flitting his fingers in a wave back at her.