the use of honorific and titles are important in japanese language, especially in ivalice where there’s many sorts of alliances and nobles. higher ranking, lower ranking, or even equals. in here i have compiled what the upper-ranking archadians call each other.
in here we can see the judge magisters refer to vayne as 殿 / dono, meaning “lord vayne”.
with the exception of judge ghis, who refers to vayne as his name directly without honorifics. this is considered rude, considering the context of ghis’ dialogue, yes this is very ambitious of him.
judge bergan is also an exception, he starts with “lord vayne / vayne-dono”. when gramis is assassinated he calls vayne 阁下 which is “his excellency vayne / vayne-kakka”. he is the only judge magister to say so. this is considered high respect, and in context of the scene, bergan readily accepts vayne as the new emperor.
NOTE: that 阁下 / kakka is not a japanese kanji. that is chinese hanzi. meaning “your mightiness” “one that is directly under the line of succession”, like ... next in line to rule. however this translates to jp as “your excellency” only. but now we know the connotation.
judge drace refers to larsa as 様 / sama. in english this means the same as “lord larsa”, but sama implies closeness and yet respect. this makes sense considering drace is larsa’s mentor and guardian. they are very close, yet she still respects him as a lord. this is different from doctor cid and vayne as seen in here;
doctor cid calls vayne あんた / anta. and vayne’s name directly. no titles, full casual. this is not considered rude because as written in ultimania, they are comrades/friends who see each other as equals, not higher or lower despite one of them being much older. (okay, maybe a little ‘you, young man’ in context of anta).
and next we have house solidor. phew, they are...quite something.
gramis refers to his sons by name. he is the dad.
larsa calls his father 父上 / chichi-ue (lord father). high level of respect and acknowledges gramis as his father, larsa calls his brother 兄上 / ani-ue (lord brother). larsa is very familial unlike vayne,
vayne calls his father 陛下 / heika / gramis heika (your excellency. and in rabanastre, lord gramis). japanese imperial style, the most formal style of nobility in japan. which can be considered odd, he is speaking to his own father in context, why such formality? even larsa calls gramis “father”ーーーthis is because vayne dislikes gramis, he refers to him in a distant, cold way. not familial at all. he never called him a father.
vayne calls larsa by name. familiarity.
and last we have the senate;
the senate refers to vayne and larsa as 殿/ dono (lord vayne, lord larsa). the same honorific as what the judgimagi call their masters. i think this is the common honorific for vayne and larsa, common archadians would refer to them with this 殿 / dono, too.
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{out of dalmasca} Can we just please talk about Judge Drace's set of armor in FFXII for a second? Because... um...
She... she has a skirt. Made of metal. Why have I never fully noticed this before or given it the proper attention it was due?
It looks to me to be in the shape and style of like a Victorian bustle (worn under the skirt of a dress to give shape) or an overskirt (worn over a skirt for fashion purposes or sometimes for added warmth. In this case, of course, it's just part of the armor, but even so...
They're literally hinged metal plates designed to look like frills or ruffles. She even has matching spaulders? Also made to look frilly? That's... so cool?
Nothing says, "I am a force to be reckoned with who can easily kill you and also I'm going be a fucking lady while I do it," like wearing skirt armor. She's not at all shying away from the fact that she's often the only major female Judge Magister in a room full of enormous, posturing male egos. She's handling her shit and looking good while she does it.
I love this because it smashes that horrible "strong woman" trope in writing whereby, in order to be or seem strong among men, women must become more masculine. Or conversely, that by being strong women, they are somehow less feminine. As if, in order to achieve one, you must give up the other. Nope, Drace is here to say that's total crap, heh. She's such a badass and I love her. I really wish they hadn't killed her in the game. Would've loved to have seen more of her. T_T
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: final fantasy xii
Rating: mature
Warnings: alcohol abuse/alcoholism, implied/referenced character death
Characters: Gabranth | Noah fon Ronsenburg, Basch fon Ronsenburg (mentioned)
Summary:
His brother was chained, yes, but so was he – bound by the neck like any sick dog with chains too thick to break. His armor a cage of his own design. His blood his own downfall.
He reached for the decanter and took another drink.
For @ffxiiweek
Day 1: favorite character/"The past can bind a man as surely as irons."
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gabranth meta
note below: left is the in-game model, not cutscene model. this is the model you fight in pharos and aboard bahamut, thats why he looks .. crunchier.
the right model is dissidia NT
as you can see above, they nerved his curves (chest-waist-thighs ratio)
a lopsided knot instead of a perfect bow
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@tarnishedxknight - continued from here
Gods, never did Maris think she would be so taken by a Judge Magister, and, yet... she was. Drace had come to mean so much to her, she no longer could imagine her life without her, and nor did she want to. Not only had Drace reunited her with her dear cousin, but she had nurtured life back into her heart that had been so heavy with grief, Maris oft struggled to get through the days without falling apart and wanting to give up.
Perhaps it would have been easier to dismiss Drace as another Imperial. To cling to her old belief that they were all the same - faceless and cruel - but... she couldn't. Even with Noah as a Judge Magister himself, as one so vitally important, she couldn't hold it against him. And because she couldn't hold it against him, she couldn't hold her pain against Drace either, because she had proven herself to be hume. To be a dear friend to her, and something more. It was a love Maris had never seen coming, nor a love she expected to find again. But this...
Maris smiled as Drace lifted her hand to her lips and kissed the back of her fingers. Her expression soft and full of love and affection, and a brightness to her eyes that had only just found its way back with the beautiful and brilliant Magister. Her heart felt lighter than it had in years, and, oh, how it sang with her beloved's words. To hear her own sentiments shared - to know how much she meant to Drace.
"And I will gladly have you," she promised softly as she squeezed her hand. As she closed her eyes with her forehead still pressed to her lover's, and as she breathed her in. As she simply just... took everything about the Magister in, and relished in her presence. In her warmth and her love. "You have done so much for me, my love. You healed my heart when I felt like I had long since drowned. To have you is an honor and a blessing."
Tears slipped down her cheeks as Maris pulled her head away, but she was far from sad. Her expression still so soft and loving as she leaned in to give Drace a proper, gentle kiss - still holding onto her hand before she pulled away. "I love you so much, Drace," she whispered, "and I always will. And I will do anything for you."
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