Waira HELP!

2022.01.29 10:24 Apprehensive-Show450 Waira HELP!

I'm on sub mission "An Error in Calculation" and I'm doing a Katana, bow, light armor only playthrough. I have now died more times to this enemy than any of the bosses thus far and to be honest I'm starting to think this enemy may be just cheap in design. Does anyone have any honest(none item spam/ no whack and run tactics) for dealing with this enemy?
I'm admittedly a bit frustrated right now, because all of the enemies up to this point I've found to be challenging but fair while the Waira I can't find any tactics that are effective because I'm really struggling to read it's movements and attack patterns.
My understanding the Waira have a weakness to poison and have been using Galnut Broth on my blade, but I'm really not having any success landing enough attack with out taking major damage
I apologize if this comes off as bitching, but I have a personal rule that I learn to take on each enemy honestly before moving forward in the game as I know I'll see them again. Thanks in advance!
Just to be clear: not looking for yokai tactics(ie burst counter),to change weapons, or to spam range items as I want to be able to take it on honest in case I don't have access to these abilities or items
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2022.01.29 10:24 ketocreeter Instant Pot Creamy Crack Chicken

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2022.01.29 10:24 choo_choo_i_see_you [Japanese->English] Are these sentences describing my hometown grammatically correct?

Translation: My hometown is Sayan. Sayan is in Peru. There aren’t many people in Sayan. But, there are lots of old houses. There’s also a small convenience store. The famous park is pretty. There’s a lot of students, but no schools. Sayan is not a fancy town, but it’s a nice town.
I’m mainly confused about the third line where it says “not many people live in Sayan”. At least, that’s what it’s supposed to say. Would I use “で” or “に” for this? There’s also a lot of sentences without context and places where I don’t know if it’s technically correct to use kanji.
(post deleted and reposted because I didn’t follow formatting rules beforehand, I apologize)
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2022.01.29 10:24 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Local] - Questions about lack of diversity and racial bias roil major California water supplier | LA Times

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2022.01.29 10:24 Omfgfoxes Where did the Yahiamaice ending music come from?

This may be me being an uncultured nicaraguan boy but where did it come from, it's a bop.
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2022.01.29 10:24 Robinwasfound101 Kinda Relatable

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2022.01.29 10:24 flynnhealy_ AMBROSE WOOOOOOOO

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2022.01.29 10:24 HarryHood699 420 Days Sober

Cannabis has been integral to me not drinking any alcohol over the last year and a bit. I wake up well rested at 5am these days and count my blessings. Don’t let anyone tell you that your sobriety is worth less because you still have a vice, the kush keeps me cool, calm and collected in situations where I previously was not. Happy Saturday IWNDWYT
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2022.01.29 10:24 RODRIGOFCEL Tia rouba avó e pede pensão dos irmãos

A vários anos minha tia depena minha avó, acabou com todo o patrimônio dela. Fez minha avó alugar a própria casa e ir morar com ela em um kitnet. Minha avó tem 84 anos e não anda bem mentalmente a ao menos uma década.
Agora, minha mãe, que é aposentada e uma pessoa com diversas comorbidades, recebeu uma intimação, onde minha avó requere o valor de 1,5 SM.
A questão é que sabemos que minha tia está usando minha avó para continuar vivendo sem trabalhar às custas da própria mãe.
Minha mãe recebe cerca de 4 SM, mas gasta a maior parte com plano de saúde e remédios. A situação agravou os problemas da minha mãe e ela retornou a demonstrar tendências suicidas, está com planos de passar tudo pro meu nome com intuito de se proteger financeiramente.
Como proteger o patrimônio da minha mãe?
Lembro que minha avó, possuía (possui?) o próprio patrimônio, uma boa quantia na poupança, imóveis, mas ao longo dos anos minha tia aproveitando-se disso conseguiu acabar com tudo.
Minha avó possuí outro filho(que também foi intimado) que possui uma excelente situação financeira(juiz), além disso o próprio se apropriou de todos os bens do meu avô, e nunca repassou os valores devidos aos herdeiros. Essa última questão já tramita na justiça a vários anos.
Na intimação apenas os dois são intimados, pois consta que minha tia já ajuda minha avó oferecendo residência(?? Como disse, ela fez minha avó alugar a própria casa e a levou pro kitnet onde minha tia mora, que é "da família") e fornecendo remédios(minha avó sempre comprou os próprios remédios, sempre possuiu independência financeira).
O juiz levaria em consideração os gastos que minha mãe tem com a própria saúde, com os netos, saúde e alimentação, antes de decidir o valor que minha mãe teria que pagar de pensão, ou minha mãe corre o risco dela própria entrar em dificuldade financeira nesse processo?
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2022.01.29 10:24 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Local] - Column: Now we know Tioni Theus' name. Her family asks: 'Don't let her be forgotten' | LA Times

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2022.01.29 10:24 sleepyheadjane Sharp pain between shoulders?

For a while now I’ve been getting a really sharp uncomfortable pain between my shoulders, sometimes I’ll feel it more on one side or right in between. Pain ranges from a dull discomfort to sharp throbbing pain that makes me cry. Has anyone else on here dealt with a similar symptom and could help me identify this.
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2022.01.29 10:24 quahqueen I woke up from a dream where Taylor kissed me and left (but was nice about it). That’s all. It was a nice dream.

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2022.01.29 10:24 LawlHeyman Richtig Danke auf Türkisch sagen?

Ich versuche etwas türkisch immer nebenbei zu lernen. Ich habe demnächst Geburtstag und wenn mir jemand auf Türkisch Alles Gute zum Geburtstag wünscht, wie antwortet man dort richtig auf türkisch?
Ein simples "Sagol" oder sagt man da was anderes
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2022.01.29 10:24 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Local] - California's Leondra Kruger emerges as contender for U.S. Supreme Court | LA Times

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2022.01.29 10:24 Spirited-Seaweed-867 LAST CHANCE to get in before $3?

This is a ticking time bomb for a MOASS and you don't want to be chasing once they are done playing with us.
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2022.01.29 10:24 withbite Last night, the strangest thing happened

They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
I beg to differ.
I started out as gentleman's barber. Sounds pretty stone age, I know, but bear with me.
I opened my shop in '99 on Swanson Street. This was the place to be back in those days. There were designer clothes shops, restaurants booked out for months, art galleries and cafes.
My place rode the fashionable wave in style. I offered hot towel shaves using a cut throat razor and classic hair styles. I had my services and prices painted in a beautiful script on the window. Most weeks I'd see someone taking a photograph of the shop, carefully considered shots from the time taken. It even featured in a glossy weekend supplement. I still have a copy. Boy, do I look stiff standing in a posed portrait in front of the door.
Good times. Five years of them. And then the drift began. New areas of the city were being gentrified and offering cheaper retail rents for bigger premises. The chefs lauded by the food writers were tempted away by bigger salaries.
One once fashionable domino after another fell and the empty units began to dominate the street.
I stayed put. I liked my shop. I liked my regulars, though there were less and less of them as time went on.
In 2011 my window was broken for the first time. The lettering and numbers that had been skilfully applied had faded in the rain but they were still little works of art in my eyes.
I felt sick to the stomach as I surveyed the damage. I don't think it was an attempted robbery. It was just a mindless act.
I spent money I had set aside for basic bills on new glass and new hand painted signage.
Six months later it happened again. I had plain glass fitted and shutters, which I pulled down at the end of a shift.
My heart was still in it though. I loved being a barber. I loved chatting to my customers and I always took my time and did the best possible job I could.
Call it good old fashioned pride.
I was open seven days a week, from 7am to 6pm and lived in a small apartment over the shop. There was a storage room next to the salon as well, which I used for storage and to do the books.
I never married. I was in love once, crazy with it, but we went our separate ways.
I try not to have regrets. Some days I succeed, Some days I fail.
In 2015 I was beaten up when I was opening the shop up. Again, I don't think there was any thought of robbery. From the way they laughed and hollered, kicking the hell out of me and spitting on me as I lay curled up on the sidewalk, seemed reward enough for the two men who attacked me.
It was three months before I was well enough to open the shop again. A few days after I took this tentative step to getting my life back on track, a young man came into the shop. Blood ran from his nose and one of his eyes was swollen and starting to close.
"Can I use your restroom?" he asked in a shaky voice.
I helped him upstairs where he could at least wash his face in the bathroom. It turned out he had been attacked feet away from the shop. When I asked him why, he replied, "Because I'm not like them."
I didn't press him any further.
He called round a couple of weeks later to say thank you. He brought a young woman with him. She was very quiet and looked around the shop skittishly. They were about to leave when she asked, "Can you cut my hair?" She had long auburn hair that fell almost to her waist.
"Gee," I said, "I'm not the right person to cut your hair."
She looked at me and said. "I think you are exactly the right person to cut my hair so I feel more like me."
I didn't press her any further. I sat her down and, while her friend waited, we spent the rest of the day cutting and styling her hair.
The next morning another young man walked into the shop. He wore a bandana on his head, told me that he felt low because of burns to his scalp he'd suffered years ago in an accident , and had heard that I was a nice guy who might be able to help.
I didn't even get as far as Gee, just said I would do my best.
Without me ever planning it, without any end in mind, over the next two years my gentleman's barber shop slowly transformed.
I'd always worked on my own before but I took on two members of staff. Both had qualified at college as beauticians but that was such a limited term for what they did. The way they helped people.
The shops opening hours also changed over time. We'd vary. Sometimes it was a standard 8am to 5pm. Sometimes we'd open up at midnight, close at dawn, because some people felt more comfortable at night.
We didn't discriminate. We just wanted to be there.
As for the people who walk through out door, there's no definitions I can apply.
Sometimes there are people with visible scars, some heartbreakingly so. Some, maybe, whose scars are carried inside them.
We never ask for anyone to explain, but will always try and listen if anyone does want to talk.
So, yes, that's me. That's what I do. I'm sorry if I haven't explained it very well. It feels a lot of the time that the world keeps shifting and I'm an man growing old in my little shop and doing the best I can.
Something happened last night, though. Something which has thrown me.
We’d closed the shop early evening, after a six am start, and, as ever, I was left alone. My back ached and I felt like a cold beer.
I was giving downstairs one final check over. Everything had been cleaned and packed away. It was all fine.
And then I heard:
Raised voices.
Someone out in the street shouting: “Freak, where you hiding?”
A second voice: “Yeah, scumbag. Show your filthy face.”
I tensed. Told myself this was none of my business.
I took out my mobile. I should just call the police. But I knew how long they took to respond to requests to help from round here. The rich folks got priority in this city. Fact.
A bottle smashing made me jump.
I swore.
I couldn’t just hide in the shop.
I had to try and do something.
My skin felt like it was turning to ice and my hands shook as I unlocked the shop door. Ever since I had been attacked I had suffered from panic attacks.
This was a nightmare situation for me.
I tried to swallow. My throat was tight, I started to feel like I couldn’t breathe.
I pushed the door, tried to see the people who were shouting.
But the street was empty.
Apart from the figure crouched down in the doorway opposite.
They were a dark shape.
Hiding, I thought. Afraid.
I tried to get their attention. Waved, said in a quiet voice, “Over here.”
They weren’t the only one who was scared.
At last they looked up. It was a man. His face was pale.
“Over here,” I said again and gestured that he should come to the door.
He glanced nervously up and down the street, then hurried towards me.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t know what their problem with you is, but you can shelter in my shop if you want.”
He nodded and followed me back inside.
With the shutters still down over the window the shop would look dark from the outside.
The man was breathing heavily. “You shouldn’t have helped me,” he said.
“I’m a sucker for a waif and stray,” I replied, trying to be funny to ease the tension.
I failed.
A bead of sweat dropped from his face onto the floor and he sounded terrified as he spoke. “Those men who were after me, they suspect me of being something. They won’t stop looking.”
“You’re safe in here,” I said.
The man shook his head. “You’re not.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He looked me in the eye and I saw darkness in his gaze. “Beyond the clouds it calls,” he said, each word a struggle. “It screams in all its terrible majesty and I cannot resist.”
Suddenly his head jerked upwards and the sinews on his neck seemed to become more prominent.
He reached out, his fingers twisted, like claws. As his skin was lost beneath dark, thick fur.
His face blossomed into a snout, beneath which fangs glistened.
I froze. My fear of earlier meant nothing. The terror that consumed me at that moment was beyond reason.
The thing that the man had become, the beast, snarled.
We were inches apart and its breath was a burning, fetid wind on my face.
“Freak!” someone shouted outside. “You’re dead when we get our hands on you.”
The beast’s pursuers were back.
If I can get to the door, tell them it’s here, I’ll be safe, I thought.
The beast’s low guttural snarl continued. Its ear were raised as well now. It had heard them, and its jaws slowly opened as it stared with primal intensity at the door.
Seconds, I thought, that is all it will take, and got ready to make my move.
“Freak!” The shouting continued in the street. “Freak!”
I hesitated.
Freak was a word I had heard too many times in my life. People I knew had had this shouted at them. People who came to my shop had told me they had been abused because others thought they were freaks.
I knew then that I couldn’t expose this beast. Strange as it seemed in my eyes, as scared as I was of it, if I turned against it because it had been branded a freak then I was betraying everything I believed in.
I remained still and tried to breathe slowly.
The voices outside continued to call but grew quieter.
The beast listened, until the world fell away into silence.
It’s past dawn now, and the man - who is just a man again, fragile and flawed - is asleep in the room next to the salon.
After the men outside had gone, the beast had backed away from me and curled up in a corner there. Its breaths came ragged and its body swayed from side to side. It seemed to be caught in some terrible conflict within itself.
Was it fighting against the urge to hurt me?
I do not know.
But as the light grows, I open the shutters and get the shop ready to open.
There’s a new day ahead, what it will bring is unknown, but I will try my best to face it with an open mind and love in my heart.
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2022.01.29 10:24 ReYyal Update with new blood work after treating high prolactin

Update with new blood work after treating high prolactin this is a follow up from my previous post https://redd.it/renmyk TL;DR: normal T (577ng/dL) low free T (22.30 pg/ml) and high prolactin (65.90 ng/ml, range 4.02-12.2). MRI showed no prolactinoma. Symptoms: fatigue and non existent libido.
I took this new blood work last week after managing to bring prolactin down to 10ng/ml in December, and I can't believe the difference it made, especially free T. They didn't test it directly, but if I'm not making any mistake calculating it I should be at 151pg/ml!!
Question 1) Is it even possible to see such a night and day difference just from lowering prolactin? Free t from 22.30 to 151? I'm aware that there could be some margin of error given the different way of measuring it I used (first blood work was direct), but still the difference is abysmal.
Only other change I made from last time was starting supplementing vitamin D, but I don't think it alone could have had such a massive impact.
Fatigue is still here, probably sleep related at this point. At least I ruled out testosterone as the cause of this, gonna have a sleep study done.
Question 2) My only concern now is prolactin: it is slowly rising again, 17ng/ml just 2 weeks after it being at 10ng/ml, with libido going back to being really low after a promising month where I started feeling normal again. What could be causing this to raise (knowing I have no prolactinoma)? I know p5p might be effective at lowering it but I would like to solve the problem at the root, not just treat it.
Thanks in advance guys :)))
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2022.01.29 10:24 sustainabilityfan Tattoo suggestions to document climate change?

Seeking all neat ideas about to document climate change effects in the form of a tattoo. I figure they often are conversation starters so might as well serve a purpose. Location will be probably my leg, ankle, or arm. (I already have several tattoos on my ribs and pain isn't a problem.) I assume this is a tattoo I would add to every few years to update.
Current ideas are (but I'm not sure how to visually represent them): 1) Tally marks for every animal that's gone extinct, with maybe a time scale since industrial revolution to show speed increase? This runs the risk of just coloring my entire leg/arm black. 2) Islands names or outlines that have gone under water. 3) Something about sea level rise?
Anyway, would love to hear some brainstorming ideas. TIA
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2022.01.29 10:24 polymute 2meirl4meirl

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2022.01.29 10:24 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Local] - In an abandoned Koreatown building, homeless Angelenos create a community | LA Times

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2022.01.29 10:24 _VadimBlyat_ Is it possible to be worse in english after using it so much?

i dont know whats going on,but i feel like my comprehension is worse than usual these days. but i use english every day. so how is this possibe? can depression make you forget languages?
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2022.01.29 10:24 cereal-kills-me People are hating this game for the DUMBEST reasons

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2022.01.29 10:24 jseney93 In your opinion, what was a small step for man but a giant leap for mankind?

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2022.01.29 10:24 LudiGamer11 i got bored and made this

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2022.01.29 10:24 Moneypenny3121 Rant *spoilers ahead!*

Florence’s departure both times felt premature and rushed.
First in S8, they build up this happiness with her and Patrice being in love and planning to get married, only to kill him off and have her leave the island grief stricken.
Then S10 is spent building up a will they won’t they with Neville, only to shut it down in the first episode of S11. In this past episode Florence only had a few moments to say goodbye, then she left us again! They teased a romance between them only to drop it and leave poor Neville heartbroken. I’m kind of tired of the writers teasing a romance only to have one character leave (or be killed) and it ends up going nowhere. Like don’t hint at a romance if you aren’t interested in developing it!
I remember an interview with one of the producers where he said people would be happy with the storyline this season, but I don’t think many of us are very happy 😂😩
Anyways that was my rant, sending love to you all!
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