#[Josep x Abena]

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"It seems the Jar of Dirt is an actual participant of the games rather than just a joke entry. I wonder what everyone is saying about it."

"What?!" Josep checks on the speakers. "Gah! The sound's fucked!"

"What?! Why?? I just got this laptop after throwing the other one away and having Guy burn it!"

"I just hear this scratching sound. Maybe we watch on our devices?"

"I am NOT watching this stream on a piddly phone screen! Especially without my glasses"

"You should be wearing them either way."

"Details, details."

-=MEANWHILE….=-

Guy somehow turns Thonias in a newt. "Relax, fella. It frankly doesn't make you look too different."

He proudly looks at his work. "This looks like a spell that you could pull off, Phi. Maybe if you practiced your Breath of Life more, you can teach yourself shapeshifting since you already know some levels of carnoma-

And then he has no more jar. "FUCK!! WHERE'D YOU GO?!?!"

The Jar of Dirt went off to team kill other folks including Davoth, of all people. Especially Davoth. Praise it, it's doing far more than Phoebus ever did alive in the Hunger Games.

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"Lord Malik and Miss Kara? In the Love Cave?"

"I think.... am going to be sick."

"For God's sakes, just turn off the stream!"

Meanwhile, just outside the Love Cave, the Jar of Dirt tries to uh. Invite Thonias to snuggles with its sexy new Hello Kitty bandaid. Come on. You know you wanna do it. At the very least the Jar won't pillow talk your ears out.

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"I suppose this is the part where you would gladly and proudly flaunt your impressive bosom, love?"

"You don't look all too thrilled about it. Are you feeling upset that I would be exposing my chest to other men?"

"Love, you know I have no issue with you sleeping around as long as I am in the know. That isn't it at all. You're the Sin of Envy. More than likely you'll be doing it to compete with the other women or make them feel jealous of your bosom."

"That's a 'them' problem. Haters going to hate.

"And besides. Why flaunt just mine when I can flaunt yours too?~" She pops open her husband's shirt.

"ABENA!!!"

"You're right. I AM the Sin of Envy. And I will cause envy among other women--in that I have a husband whose rack is as impressive as mine.~"

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"Am I the only one with a healthy relationship with my paramour?"

"You didn't start healthy."

"Details, details."

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"Ohhh, my love!! Thank you for the new book and the roses!! Is this for (belated) La Diada de Sant Jordi?"

"I don't usually care for the holiday, but I will not pass up an opportunity to give roses and a book for the love of my life.~"

"This is so lovely! How about we encourage Giovanni to do the same for Annalise?"

"Uh.... About the holiday. Are you not familiar with the tale of St. George--which is what Sant Jordi translates to?"

"Uhhh...."

"St. George and the Slaying of the Dragon?"

"YIKES!! Forget about it!! Nevermind!"

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“‘Pretty-eyed’?!?!”

“Ohhh, but your gray eyes ARE beautiful, my love!”

“Our artist doesn’t even draw them with highlights and pupils, what are you-?!?!”

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Meanwhile as Giovanni is trying not to die at a baby store, Guy is flirting at the beach, Ruixiong is running around foolish errands, and Phoebus and Rashid are undoing Rashid's curse...

"Think we should head back to the ship? We're into March, it's long past the Valentine's holiday."

"Are you getting complaints through the poppets?"

"I'm not. None whatsoever. Not even from Giovanni."

"I am genuinely enjoying my alone time with you. What's a couple days or weeks more? It's not like any of us can die of old age."

"Ohhh, love. I am enjoying this extra time with you too!~" She then leans to kiss her husband on the neck... and turn to a poppet standing on the hotel night stand behind him.

"Go back to the ship and check up on the Crew. Especially on Phoebus." The poppet Beanie salutes and heads out the window.

"What was that??"

"Nothing, dear!~" She distracts Josep by peppering him with more kisses.

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//One thing I am most definitely looking forward to besides giving Abena her time to shine as a solo-focused muse in Supernatural Ladies' Night (which she needs and I'm hyped for):

Josep going "I MISS MY WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE ;~;" even though Abbi will be gone likely for just a few hours.

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Somewhere along the beach, 1650s

Josep: Those are some nice seashells!

Abena: *holding up some nice big seashells in front of her naked bosom* ….Really.

Josep: Yes! They seem really strong and sturdy with bright colors, and the spines seem to suggest… *nerdnerdnerdnerd*

Abena: …(thinking) I want to jump this man's bones right now.

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//Oops, suddenly in a big Josep x Abena mood, though this didn't help:

They are so disgustingly sappy, I hate it

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"Oh, amor! We should talk about that time we dipped a mannequin head in paprika and sugar water before throwing it over a bridge and onto that nobleman below!"

"That was entirely your act! And you were drunk!"

"It was your idea to use paprika for more convincing red coloring."

"Yes, well, I was drunk too. And you initially were going to use ground cinnamon. That is best used for the coagulated look, not fresh blood."

"So THAT is what happened to my wooden bust!"

"Take pride, Phoebus! It was so well sculpted, it convinced the nobleman it was a real severed head!"

"And for a good while the city patrol really did think a murder took place!"

"Can't you two go to restaurants and take walks along the beach like normal married couples?"

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//Dammit, Abena.

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Another letter flies towards the ship, but now this time hitting the Captain in the face. The letter on the inside reads: "Dear Captain Frascona,

I know I had written to you just earlier, but this time, I need your help. As we speak; Lyna is currently throwing up the baiju that she had consumed - and she didn't even drink much from it to get intoxicated and sick! Please help her, break this cycle before she turns into someone she is not - I miss my child's bright and bubbly personality, this is not the girl that my wife gave birth to.

It will be your choice to either come alone or bring your crew. Just please come to Fodlan as soon as possible. I have a doctor currently monitoring and caring for her, and she's only getting worse. - Viscount Castiel Tremayne"

Abena looks upon her husband with great concern as he holds the letter in his hand with his face planted onto the desk... and his own bottle of baiju in the other. "Amor??"

Josep groans as he raises his head, his nose and forehead red from apparently slamming his face onto the desk's surface then keeping it there. Thankfully he hasn't drunk enough to lose any sense of lucidity--just enough to numb the pain. "Why is this all happening, all at once, at the end of the year, when we should be relaxing and spending a good holiday? I can't tell if this is worse than earlier this year or not. I don't want to say that the Master is right in that we should have remained isolated...."

"You are not obligated to go. I can go. Miss Lyna and I have bonded the most so far."

"No, amor. I need you here. Please. Just-...." Josep extends his hand, hoping for his wife to take it. And she does. The Captain finally calms down before pushing aside the baiju and letter. "It seems no matter what we do, no matter how we help, we are being punished for our efforts.... without the Master's involvement. I don't know what to do, love. We're being stretched thin. But I do not have the heart to just leave the girl. But at the same time... I am uncertain if I should stay here for the boys. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go."

Abena seats by her husband, holding his hand before planting a kiss on his cheek. "How about you go to this Fodlan place and I stay here as acting Captain? It may give the Viscount a better impression of the rest of the Crew besides Rashid. I'll keep an eye on the ship and the Crew. I'll even keep the poppets close to me to make sure they're safe. Keep yours close so we can stay in contact." She firmly places a poppet of herself in her husband's palm before gently curling his fingers over it.

Josep sighs in relief before corking the bottle. "Thank you, Abena. You truly are the light of my life. I still can’t believe I have lived at all for over a century before I’ve met you.” He keeps his the poppet close to his heart before planting a kiss on his wife’s lips. “I will return shortly. Keep me posted." He then gets up to ready himself for his way to Fodlan. However he'll get there.

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((What if (hear me out)... Power Ranger AU? I dunno, I just like to imagine the Sins as silly kid show villains sometimes. Also, MAKE MY SIN... GROOOOOOOW!))

"Well-"

"THIS IS A MINORS-FRIENDLY BLOG, GUY!!

"With that said, Abena and I did cosplay as Lord Zedd and Rita Repulsa this one time back in 2006."

"And Phoebus can actually make his golems grow as long as he has enough materials to increase their mass."

"As for being or dressing up as the Power Rangers themselves, you kind of have to be heroic to pull it off, and we're good staying as villains. We’re not teenagers with attitude, and the bad guys were much more fun anyway."

"Can the Heyder kids ( @der-karibisch-heyder ) and I be the Power Rangers? We’re even the right age! Aaron can be Red, Jacob can be Blue, Helen can be Yellow, and Alice can be Pink! And then I be the Black Ranger!"

"Why don't you be Red because of your hair?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of Johnny Yong Bosch..."

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"Is anyone here on this boat actual good husband material?"

Abena opens her mouth to answer.

"Don't. Please. You two are practically attached by the faces, we get it."

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((You know that Simpsons episode where Homer sells his soul to the Devil for a donut but the contract is judged void because Homer already pledged it to Marge when they got married? That's Frascona and Abena all over. :) ))

//D'awwww!! That is so sweeeeeet, I love it so much! They would solemnly claim their souls belong to-

"Not exactly. Both their souls were bound to me independently decades before they even started batting eyes towards each other. Whatever marriage vows they made in Guangzhou, it's null and void when it comes to souls. Also, don't forget it was done to legitimize their daughter. If it weren't for the child, they probably would have never bothered with signing marriage papers of any kind."

//Why do you have to be a major poopypants, Diablo, you're the reason I'm taking a break from this blog!

"Oh, come now. If you want a significantly more suitable analogy of a man selling his soul for food, I'd say Rashid and his long-lost wife, Sukhbir. Befitting for Gluttony."

"But I didn't sell my soul for a donut. I sold it so I could see my habibti again."

"Remember how you treated your family. Like apple cores to be discarded once finished. You were so starved for that sweet taste that is love after misusing it that you would go through lengths to get it again. Did I not fulfill my end of the bargain, Rashid?

"Did you not see Sukhbir after being separated from her for ten years?"

"I-...I did, Master."

"Simper no more for her. Even I am tired of your drunken mewling over lost love. Have a good night." He vanishes again.

"....Something about taking a break from this blog, Immy? You are working on making my progeny at @lookthedevilintheeye available for interaction, yes?"

//Of course. I just finished completing Loraine and I just started Om-

"WORK FASTER!!"