#[Abena Frascona]

[artofimmy]

Sounds about right.

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Ohh, sweetie!! Baby girl!! I LOVE spiders!! That is so many! This is so wonderful, I love you!!"

Flop.

".........Do I take this as a good thing that he reacted at all???"

[lookthedevilintheeye]

I have no idea what Captain Ravyn and Abena are fighting over. Whoever stole that beautiful candelabra, who got the last chocolate chip cookie, who has the most wonderful husband, who suggested Omar rob a bank all by himself with just a stick and a ball of twine, it can be anything.

Not to mention it’s just outright rude for a man to interrupt a ladies’ fight.

[hymnofshadows-archive]

@immy-ooc @sins-of-the-sea (Yells at tumblr for not letting me tag your main blog)

'aight so, might as well do all of the Seven because I have So Many Thoughts about this.

Option A:

The Seven are Drowned. They exist solely in service to the Lord of the Whorl, Leviathan. Like any who has been claimed by primals, their loyalty to him is unwavering and knows no end. Their continued existence is only to strengthen their god and to summon him unto the world.

They work closely with the Sahagin and the Reavers - plundering supplies as they can, but naturally prioritizing capturing people to sacrifice to him and crystals with which to summon him.

Option B:

The Seven are just another pirate crew in Limsa Lominsa. On the surface, things seem perfectly legal - they have their privateering license and will gladly assure you that the wares they're trying to sell you was, in fact, stolen from a Garlean ship, thank you very much.

But any pirate crew knows how to manage their reputation, doesn't it? Keep a low profile. Stick to the code when you can so you don't draw the attention of the Rogue's Guild. You can get away with almost anything in a nation like this, can't you?

The Crew:

Captain Josep Frascona Race: Midlander Hyur Nationality: Lominsan Classes: Marauder>Warrior, Rogue>Ninja

Marauder and Rogue are both classes that start in Limsa Lominsa - both with a long history connected to piracy, making them easy choices.

Marauders have long had places on ships, their greataxes useful for both combat and felling the masts of other ships. And, as he is the Sin of Wrath... the Job upgrade into Warrior makes sense. He can have a bit of berserker rage, as a treat.

The Rogues are a covert group who serves to enforce the Pirate Code and police the city-state under cover of darkness. So Josep's canon shadowy stealth skills from his fog form can be translated into him having learned from them. I see the Ninja upgrade as something he picks up during a trip to the Far East - noticing similarities in the fighting styles and adapting it into his own.

Abena Frascona

Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te Nationality: Ul'dahn Classes: Musketeer (non-playable), Machinist, Alchemist

Musketeer was a planned musket-wielding class that never got added (but there's still references to it in game so it exists it just can't be you).

Machinist, added in the Heavensward expansion, however, is a gun wielding Job... and the poor guildmaster will hand out guns like candy trying to convince people they're viable weapons.

Alchemist is a crafting class... that I really don't think I have to explain, let Abena make fucked up little potions to her heart's content.

Rashid al-Qadar

Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn (listen. him big i don't make the rules) Nationality: Thavnairian Classes: Gladiator>Paladin, Arcanist>Summoner

Paladin is your classic sword/shield class. And I know this is absolutely a case of me projecting here but I feel like that suits him somehow.

I choose Arcanist because, well. His ability to summon simulacra in canon I feel translates fairly well to the summoning of carbuncles and egis.

Wang Ruixiong

Race: Raen Au Ra (he's a lizard now sorry i just like the scaley guys) Nationality: Doman Classes: Pugilist>Monk, Lancer>Dragoon

"Adept at martial arts" his bio says. Say no more! I give him the power of punch real good. Open your chakras.

Okay so Lancer is a more strenuous one and I'm putting it on the list because of one glamour item you can get: the Eastern Journey Staff. Become fantasy Sun Wukong.

Guy Duchamp

Race: Woodwight Elezen Nationality: (New) Sharlayan Classes: Thaumaturge/Black Mage, Red Mage, Weaver

GG ez, give the guy with fire powers the class/Job with fire spells. Black Mage is an obvious choice.

Red Mage, as in many Final Fantasy games, is a combination of Black and White Magics... but also they fence. He's got magic. He's got a sword. He'll do a fancy french backflip and you'll like it.

It's hard to give some of these guys crafting/gathering classes but... I dunno, maybe the fashionable man knows how to keep his clothes looking good even after so long at sea.

Phoebus Duchamp

Race: Woodwight Elezen Nationality: (New) Sharlayan Classes: Arcanist>Scholar, Carpenter, Botanist

Okay so, like Rashid, it's a case of "give the guy with summons a summoning class" but Phi goes into Scholar because he's assigned healer of the crew. And tbh I feel like nothing says Sloth quite like summoning a fairy to heal your friends instead of doing it yourself. That MP is better used elsewhere he promises.

Botanist is another easy one. Phi has gardening knowledge? He can grow and harvest plants for Gio and Abi.

Carpenter... I just picked that cause it felt the closest to sculpture to me, I mean wood carving is a thing. Plus having someone who knows how to work with wood on your Pirate crew is useful so like. Bonus points.

Giovanni Vespucci

Race: Midlander Hyur Nationality: Ishgardian Classes: Archer>Bard, Pugilist>Monk, Culinarian

Gio's good with music... so let him use the music. Inspire your allies! Buff your friends! Rain arrows on your opponents!

I've kinda been avoiding duplicate classes where I can but Rui teaching Gio is a sweet enough idea that I'll allow it. He's obviously not as high leveled in it as Rui is though.

Culinarian... listen that's the "cooking" crafting class I literally do not need to justify any further. He would weaponize his frying pan like Julyan Manderville if you commit enough food crimes though.

[starlightspun-archive]

► (sins of the sea)

"Aww, I can't do anything mean with you, dear~," Abena states. "How about something you like instead? Show me your favorite little dance of your choice, sweetling~"

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

But the ghost didn't know how to dance...

So...

*wiggling*

[dragonskxn]

How do you feel about the Crew of La Demonia Roja, or the ship itself?

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

"I-I'll admit, I am a bit nervous about getting to know all of them -- especially considering they did have to attack me when the Master ordered them to, heh..." Annalise laughs sheepishly. "But I want to try to get to know all of them! Miss Abena seems really kind, and maybe Captain Frascona too (even though he looks rather grumpy sometimes). Guy really likes my horses, and I want to learn more about Phoebus' powers! A-And I'd love to learn more about Monsieur Rashid and Ruixiong, too! And, of course, I want to spend more time with Giovanni..."

She blushes softly.

"And the ship... I've never met a living ship before, but I hope she likes me, too..."

[artofimmy]

Black is beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

It is time.

The fog rolls in….

The civilians at the coastline lose sight of even the lights that brighten the piers. Movement stills as though impeded by water. The colors fade into a listless white as a chill creeps over the crowds. Barely anyone can feel their own breath.

They come….

No one can hear their own voices, or the voices of their loved ones. They are deafened by the waves of the sea as the crushing depths can be felt emerging among them.

They come…

What was supposed to be a wintry holiday to enjoy with family and friends have now dulled into a chilly stop. The salts of the ocean air prickle into one’s neck, the creaking of wood heard among those even while standing on concrete. A whisper in the wind. The sighing of a song.

They come…

O̷h̸ ̷l̵o̷s̴t̴ ̸c̶h̸i̵l̷d̶ ̷F̷o̷r̵s̶a̶k̸e̶n̵ ̶a̸n̵d̴ ̸a̶l̵o̸n̸e̸ ̶S̵o̵u̵l̸ ̴r̸e̶v̵i̶l̴e̶d̶ ̸W̸i̷t̴h̴ ̸n̵o̷w̷h̷e̴r̶e̶ ̶t̷o̴ ̴g̴o̵ ̶ ̶H̴e̷a̸r̶t̵ ̷i̸n̶ ̷t̵w̵a̵i̵n̸ ̷C̷a̸s̸t̴ ̸a̶w̷a̵y̶ ̶e̴v̶e̶r̵m̶o̷r̷e̷ ̶T̴a̵k̵e̷ ̷y̵o̴u̸r̷ ̶p̶a̵i̴n̵ ̷A̸n̵d̸ ̴c̶o̶m̵e̶ ̸t̷o̵ ̴t̷h̷e̶ ̵s̴e̴a̷ ̸ ̶‘̴B̶r̸a̷c̵e̸ ̷t̷h̷e̵ ̶d̴e̴e̸p̴ ̸S̵u̵b̴m̶i̶t̵ ̵a̶l̴l̶ ̷y̶o̶u̴r̷ ̵h̷a̴t̵r̶e̵d̸ ̸G̴o̶ ̷t̷o̴ ̴s̷l̴e̴e̷p̷ ̴S̵u̴c̸c̴u̷m̶b̵ ̵t̴o̷ ̶t̷h̷e̵ ̷d̶a̴r̴k̶ ̴ ̸O̸c̴e̴a̴n̸s̴ ̶w̵i̴d̸e̸ ̴T̷o̵ ̸t̶a̴k̷e̷ ̷a̶l̵l̶ ̵s̴o̴u̶l̸s̶ ̷w̵i̵t̴h̶i̵n̶ ̶Y̷’̵c̷a̴n̵n̵o̴t̸ ̷h̴i̵d̶e̴ ̴F̸o̵r̸e̵v̶e̶r̶ ̶a̴w̸a̵i̸t̷s̵ ̴ ̶T̶h̸e̷ ̵e̷n̷d̸ ̸i̷s̷ ̴n̴e̶a̶r̶ ̸W̶e̷’̶v̷e̸ ̵c̵o̵m̷e̵ ̴t̷o̵ ̴t̵a̶k̵e̵ ̴y̵o̷u̸ ̸i̸n̴ ̸D̷e̵s̸p̷a̶i̵r̸ ̵a̵n̵d̶ ̵f̴e̸a̴r̵ ̷S̴u̵r̵r̸e̴n̸d̷e̸r̷ ̸y̷o̷u̷r̶ ̵s̵i̵n̵

[sins-of-the-sea]

"All dressed up and ready to-"

"ABENA?!?!!"

"What?! What?!?!"

"....You look incredible!~"

"Why, thank you, love!~"

[sins-of-the-sea]

//Getting back to COTL because I'm hyped for the Sins of the Flesh update--

Finally got a snake Follower skin option and for some reason, the original Abena can't be resurrected, so I decided to remake her altogether. And this little snek Abena crushes on a green cat named Humer (didn't bother to rename my followers, I have so fucking many) and wants to be with him, so I take the quest to gather flowers at Darkwood. And then the next quest is...

....Abena being rejected, so she wants to challenge Humer into a fight. She won, I let Humer live, and while she's disappointed I didn't killer Humer, she declares she won his heart anyway.

Sounds about right.

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Briefs!"

"Boxers!"

"Briefs!"

"Boxers!"

*Wolf whistles!*

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

The Master lumbers around like a shadow in the smoke as armed forces move further in while helicopters cover the skies. He doesn’t lift a finger as his own thralls are being fired upon, gravely wounding them all. Ruixiong receives a bullet to the neck while Abena gains two on her torso. Rashid, being the biggest target, has four on his back, forcing him to lower his shield around Phoebus as he falls forward, nearly dead.

And despite the rain of bullets, the Master does nothing but talk. He takes the time to speak to his thralls as the armed forces take cover briefly in case the Seven fire back, not knowing for sure what they were dealing with other than the fact they can clear an entire pier in such small numbers. Sorcery? Advanced weaponry? They don’t know, and they must be careful to act accordingly. And yet still, the Master speaks, unafraid of their approach as his thralls lay on the ground, bleeding and dying.

“Did you think anyone would just come here to thank you for saving lives when you destroyed others? Did you truly believe, for a moment, that anyone would look upon you favorably for discerning which souls to spare and which ones to take?”

The Master takes an unfallen chair and seats himself onto it, going as far as to cross his legs as he rests a hand on a knee.

“Your actions with those hostages proved nothing. Nothing but the very fact you will never be seen as anymore than murderers and monsters. Those hostages did not see human faces; they saw demons. They didn’t see hands, they saw fog and fire. They didn’t see eyes; they saw sin. Your sin. All of your sins.

“There was no righteousness in your actions. Only cowardice. You hide your deeds beneath the mask of goodwill for humanity. But such goodwill is false. You know it. You know there are consequences in defying me… me, who always knows what is best for you. Did I demand you finish the job out of sheer cruelty? Oh, my beloved children… 

“I knew this would happen to you. Because this is what happened to you in Mactan. In Jeddah. In Beijing. And in Tortuga. You come in with good intentions, hoping to survive… only for you to die for doing the right thing.

“...But I am merciful, aren’t I? I gave you what you needed. And it seems, for all your hard work… I will have to step in again.” The Master raises his head as grenades are being ready while the armored trucks and helicopters close in…

“M-Master…”

“N-No….”

The Master turns his head towards Guy in particular. He smirks as he looks upon his leg in particular… the same leg that was wounded and introduced the fever that nearly killed him in 1521.

“Oh, Guy… how much you suffered this entire year. You only wished for it all to end. All because of some little words your brother said around this time last year.”

“...............”

“.......Would you ilke to know… the conditions of Phoebus’ Pact?”

“To… sell his soul…. To save my life…”

“...It was more than that.”

“......................”

“.....Phoebus the First. Son of Avignon. Child of the Persecuted by the Crown and the Cross.”

“................”

“Show them the true deliverer of all pain and suffering in the world. The true meaning of death.”

“..............”

“P-Phoebus…..”

Phoebus rises from the debris….

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And says nothing. Nothing as the men, armored and armed, release their weapons to sip into a slumber.

First their eyes close.

Then their breath escapes their lips.

Then their eyes sink into their sockets. Their tongues roll back into their skulls. Their blood pools. Their skin tightens.

Then they rot. Then the flies and maggots die and rot. Any rat and roach that survived the chaos on the piers fell over and slept before fading away. Kelp that washed ashore curl and dry up even while the tides are still high. Seagulls and petrels lose strength mid flight. Foam and detritus containing dead fish form along the waves as everything dies.

Everything.

Even the drivers of the vehicles still going. The helicopters spin out of control and crash into the sea as well as the armored trucks, drowning anyone left who may have resisted Sloth’s slumber.

No words. No commands. Even the wind is dead. And nothing is left.

Only an eternal sleep.

Sloth.

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Giovanni?!"

"Jinwan!!"

"Captain!! Giovanni is having an episode!!"

Josep drops everything right away and fogs through the floorboards to reach his cousin. He solidifies immediately and holds up his palms to him. "Nani!! What's going on- JESUS CHRIST!!"

Everything Giovanni says is in a mix of Venetian and Catalan. "<She's going to leave me….. she's going to leave me…>"

"<Giovanni! Calm down!>"

<"She's going to fly away and leave me forever! They'll try to take her away from me! They'll come and take her away from me forever!>"

"<Who, Giovanni?! Who?! The Master?! The Little Demons?! Who- >"

"<I WILL NOT LET THEM TAKE ANNALISE AWAY FROM ME!!> I SOLDATI FURROW MA QING ANAK PERMANACER! BISOGNO DIOS!! WALA FUNDO DOS PIASSARE!! GUIXING ELEISON MALAKAS!"

Once any semblance of coherency is lost, in any language, Josep immediately swings the door open. He cries out in Portuguese, "Ohhhhhh, nononono, Phoebus!! Phoebus!! Help!! Put him to sleep!!"

Thankfully Phoebus is close by. "-=Calm.=-"

"Wo xing sui… hindi naiintindihan…." Giovanni collapses on the floor, fully sedated.

Everyone sighs in relief. "That had to be the sharpest escalation of symptoms I've ever seen in a very long time. What could have brought this on?"

"He's likely worried about Annalise's missing dragonskin. We need to keep looking. If he's suffering so much stress his brain literally can't handle it, I can't imagine his bride and unborn child…"

[sins-of-the-sea]

Ulan is envious of Abena in a lot of ways. Her possession of a back-breaking rack is not one of them.

[sins-of-the-sea]

//GFDI, the censorship was even funnier without the mosaic effect.

Featuring @dethqveen.

The fact that Josep snorts when he laughs means his laughter in mockery would be exceptionally ugly.

[sins-of-the-sea]

“….

“Say the word. La Demonia Roja can provide a rescue mission.”