#finn highcliff

[syngigeim]

The other hilarity in Tomodachi Life is seeing that Aubinaux and Finn are the same guy assigned by it's personality thing and that it also puts Estinien as that guy and it's like "Ah. I have a type when I'm writing very-much-meant-to-be-stoic-masculinity guys."

[syngigeim]

So with the final raid tier in mind...

...here be the desires my raid team would be corrupted by.

Syngigeim: Her noble heroic desires would twist her into becoming a god above all others who would offer salvation.

Mariko: Like Lahabrea, and so many of the other wardens, his desire for a singluar person would be twisted against him. And I think you all know who that would be.

Q’hara: Quite similar to Erictonios, despite all of his accompishments as a hero, he downplays them and always feels the need to prove himself. To be self-sufficent and not weak.

Finn: Finn’s a fun one in that I haven’t spent that much time with him. But a lot of him is defined by the trauma of losing his home versus his desire to see what’s out there. Don’t quite know what would be the corrupting point yet.

[syngigeim]

MMM! I have a brilliant Pandemonum brainworm.

My team for Pande is Syngigeim, Mariko, Q’hara and Finn. The crew that went into Elpis initally. Mostly because I want to keep who can actually go into Elpis quite small compared to all the ocs I felt I needed to pull to the First. BUT ALSO.

So Themis works that magic spell that pulls from the WoL themself eh? Let’s make it personal. Let’s make it so that the people who manifest are those of whom they wish they could really adventure with.

Syngigeim - Ardbert

Mariko - Yotsuyu

Q’hara - His sister Q’yannta. (That one NPC from that one sidequest chain in the Forelands I REALLY LIKE and based his design off of being her sibling)

Finn - An old friend/crush that he lost upon the Garleans invaiding his home.

(Q’hara’s just looking at everyone and their grieving selves and going WELP)

It also works as it does in SB Dark Knight. These are pure just replications based on what they themselves believe them to be.

...but also YOTSUYU BEING SO PUT-OFF ACTUALLY HAVING TO FIGHT THINGS. (nehehehehehehe)

[syngigeim]

I like how my mind immdeately thinks of things for specific characters when I log in with them.

For example, I decided that Finn goes “Lancer” in Endwalker first because his whole thing about joining up with Syngigeim and co is...”okay...I heard this mysterious call and so whom the heck is this Syngigeim?” Not quite the protective tanking that I first thought for him.

And then Endwalker.

[syngigeim]

HOT DAMN I GOT ME A HOT BOY!

[syngigeim]

Also I do think now that as I level this, while Paladin is still a job I think Finn aboslutely should have, I don’t quite think it should be a main. Like, I’ll finish leveling this for leveling sake but Finn is coming more in mind to be a DPS main than a tank main.

It just so happens that this is sorta my ACTUAL alt so that means that I still want to level Red Mage as a DPS first and foremost. Mostly for the ilevel grind that I have to keep up with in patch content. I’d rather have something I’m much more comfortable playing with than otherwise in fresh new and endgame content.

[syngigeim]

Day 23 - Soul

Everything in life might change, but the stars still remain, Finn thought, gazing up at the night sky again. He hated that he had to climb to the tops of the trees now to see them now. Perhaps this is the curse of living so long, he thought. That those who remain are so resistant to change that when change comes, it blindsides us.

He stretched out his hand to the night sky. He had his eye on one, star, a bright orange looking one. And if he stretched out his hand and cupped it gently around it, even if he knew it was futile, he could grasp the impossible. Even though in his heart, he knew it wasn’t true, he tried anyway.

And then...something caught his ear.

It was faint, and yet it demanded attention. A desperate, pleading cry that cut through the rustle of the leaves. He wasn’t even certain there was anyone speaking it. It was more of a call, a feeling stirring within the depths of his soul.

If there is anyone who can hear my call, please help me.

Where?! Finn thought. Where do you need me to go? But just as soon as the tugging came, it drifted away. And he was left desperately reaching for something. His hand still outstretched before him.

[syngigeim]

Day 5 - Slope

Another clear day on the mountainside. Finn glanced out over the horizon. From here, he could see beyond the trees and towards the city upon the desert. Just spires on the horizon. He leaned on his spear. Fairly often did he glance out on these rocky crags. Most of the time, he welcomed his solitude.

But just a moon ago,  enormous metal ships flew overhead and explosions ripped through the spire. While he just huddled within his cave and witness it all silently. Now those ships were next to the spires, black dots in the desert. But obvious and looming ones. Was Finn- was his tribe’s home under threat?

It was just at that moment he heard the sound of crumbling rocks. It was to the left, and down. Finn glanced and saw a shape. Of someone attempting a climb. For his point, it was impressive this person managed to make it past the wood defenders without being expelled. But that left it up to him. He grabbed his spear, took out his shield and used it to slide down the slope towards this intruder. Spear out and at the ready, he leaned down, ready to kick off and strike. Slowly the person came into view and he could see the stark terror in their face as this blur of fur was rapidly approaching them. Finn crouched down and launched off of his shield, readying his lance and pointing downward to the ground, landing just ilms in front of him, causing dirt and shattered fragment of rock to burst forth from the impact.

“Mercy! Mercy!” The person cried out. Finn reached out, and managed to grab their jacket. Pulling them towards him, he was surprised to see that he grabbed a large man, with a bulky frame. His face was terrified as Finn pulled him closer, so close that their noses nearly touched. “P-please sir, I-I have this!” One of the man’s hands, trembling, brought forth an emblem to his side. It was an emblem of his tribe. “I-I have been granted safe passage by your kinsman.”

“So it would seem,” Finn said. “Very well.” He let go of the man, and picked up the shield as it slid down towards the two. He would have to do some maintenance of some sort, though he wasn’t the best in dealing with wood.

“Sir?” Finn turned towards the man, giving him a glare. He shrunk back but still continued on. “May I ask for you to be my guide? I-I don’t know these mountains at all and I...oh but I have lots of provisions I could share you with you! A-as soon as I gather them all.” The man hurried around to gather up some bags of stuff and stray apples and the like.

This man will die if I do not do something to help.

“Right. Then you better be able to keep up. I’ll give you a few moments to gather your things.”

“Thank you sir!” The man shouted and then set back to gathering frantically. Finn sighed. The mountain range took a week or two of harsh climbing with just one experienced hiker. This man would need all the help he could get.