#bravo to rings of power and the new french translation

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The Tolkien hyperfixation coming back after 10 years was not on my bingo

[motownfiction]

oblivion

When Sam dies, no one really asks Lucy how she feels.

And that’s not entirely true. Her parents call every day for the first week after the funeral. If Lucy and Will hadn’t gone back to New York, they said, they would have made dinner for a few nights. Lucy thanks them and says it’s no matter. They’re in New York City – on the pulse of arts, culture, and food delivery. Besides, she can take care of things. Her mother says she can’t believe how brave Lucy’s being after losing a friend. Her mother-in-law says the same thing on a different phone call about an hour later. Lucy tells them it’s fine, and for a few seconds, she means it. She’s always tried so hard to be tough. When other people notice … there’s nothing like it.

But when she’s all by herself – when Will’s in the office, and Elenore’s in class – that’s when everything shifts. Lucy’s always been good at being alone with her thoughts, but she’s shit at being alone with her feelings. It’s hardest during that first week back in the city – during that first week after they put Sam in the ground.

Lucy sits in the living room with her records on – the records she bought with Sam on Michigan Avenue when they were just kids in school uniforms. The Power Station, or as Sam said, the only way Lucy would ever tolerate Duran Duran. Talking Heads ‘77, which Sam definitely played for her so that she could translate the French verse for him. Parallel Lines, which Sam didn’t introduce her to, but she’s so glad he always thought he did. In the end, it’s this silly one-hit wonder, “Suspicion,” that does her in.

She still remembers how Sam made the recommendation.

It’s a classic, he said. Vocals have no passion, like they were made in the knock-off Elvis factory. Kind of like The Hollies and Los Bravos were made in a knock-off Beatles factory, you know? But this one. It’s the background singers that make it. They go ‘woo-woo’ every now and then, and it’s hilarious. You should buy it immediately.

So, she did. And it was exactly the cheesy she’d always been looking for. Sam was good at that – figuring out the song you needed before you were even looking for one. Charlie might be a jazz pianist, but if you asked Lucy, Sam was the musical genius in the family.

Therein, of course, is the problem. No one would ever dream of asking Lucy Callaghan about Sam Doyle. Everybody knew they were friends; that they ran in the same circle for thirty years. Some people even knew that Lucy made Sam the godfather of her child, and a few people knew she’d asked him to make the rings for her wedding. But no one ever thought about Lucy and Sam as friends on their own. Lucy was just his best friend’s wife. His sister’s best friend. His goddaughter’s mother. No one ever doubted that her friendship with Sam was real. It was just … subtle. Lost in the shuffle with life insurance and “Here Comes a Regular.”

No one ever really asked Lucy how she was holding up. Almost like it never really mattered, or that it mattered less. It’s only been a week, but in that time, Lucy’s been telling herself it’s OK. She doesn’t have the right to grieve Sam. Not like Will does. Not like Sadie. Not like anybody. She can miss him, but she can’t cry. She didn’t earn it.

All she can do is sit in the living room, old records on, and stare into oblivion.

Woo-woo.

[chibi-jing]

FFXV in French - Translations for Ardyn (Ep.Ignis - Altissia)

Hi everyone!

Since Ignis DLC is out with new scenes for Ardyn, I’m gonna post here the French text with literal English translations so you can compare the differences!

First you have all the French text, followed by the English translation and videos (FR no subtitles).

Stop here if you don’t want spoilers ^^

(check below for all the text)

Français

Autel

Français Gladiolus (Ardyn) «Ignis !» Ignis «Ah ! Gladio !» «T’es tout seul ?! Où est Prompto ?!» Gladiolus (Ardyn) [looking at Ravus] «Attends une petite minute… Parfait.» Ravus «Ardyn !» Gladiolus (Ardyn) «Bravo… Quelle clairvoyance !» Ardyn «Tu auras fait tout ton possible.» [noir]

«Dis-moi... Qu’est-ce que ça te fait de voir ton seigneur dans un tel état ?» Ignis «Ngh... Qu’est-ce que tu veux ?!» Ardyn «Avoue-le... Tu dois être quand même un petit peu déçu ?» «Tu espérais qu’il deviendrait un grand roi. Tu as même risqué ta vie plusieurs fois pour lui...» Ignis «Le touche pas !» Ardyn «C’est pareil pour moi.» «Franchement, c’est désespérant... Terminés, le petit voyage et l’avenir radieux.» Ignis «Hrrr... Ngh ! Tu es complètement fou !» «Ah...! Noctis ! Noooooon !» [Ravus jette son poignard] Ardyn «Eh bien ! Vous vous êtes très bien entendus, on dirait.» «J’ai une petite proposition... Je vous tue maintenant, tous... Ou alors... Je les laisse et tu me suis bien sagement. Qu’est-ce que tu choisiiis ?»

[Affronter Ardyn] Ardyn «Hmm... Tu préfères donc souffrir ?» Ignis «Haaa... Haaa... Il n’y a aucune alternative... J’en ai fait le serment : quoi qu’il arrive... je protégerai Noctis jusqu’au bout !» Ardyn «Tu t’imagines que tu vas maîtriser son pouvoir, peut-être ?» Ignis «Aaargh... Tout comme cette Lame royale... si je dois offrir ma vie... pour emprunter le pouvoir de l’anneau... je le ferai ! Aidez-moi...! Rois du Lucis...!» Ardyn «Tiens... Voilà qui est intéressant.»

[combat] «Si tu veux sauver ton petit roi, il va d’abord falloir que tu arrives à me battre.» «Tu ne devrais pas trop traîner, tu sais. Tu pourrais te consumer avant de me tuer... Quand même, ce serait ballot !» «Noctis a de la chance d’être entouré de sujets si compétents. Mais vous ne devriez pas être aussi laxistes. Ce n’est pas comme ça qu’il va se prendre en mains.» «De toute façon, tu vas mourir. Et ton petit roi aussi. Tes espoirs vont s’envoler. Pouf !» Ignis «Je t’arrêterai... Coûte que coûte !» [fin combat] «Ouuuh là là ! Il s’en est fallu de peu ! Arrêtons là... pour aujourd’hui !»

[Suivre Ardyn] ==> Histoire parallèle

English Literal Translation

Altar

Gladiolus (Ardyn)

«Ignis!»

Ignis

«Oh! Gladio!»

«You’re alone?! Where is Prompto?!»

Gladiolus (Ardyn) [looking at Ravus]

«Wait a minute... Perfect.»

Ravus

«Ardyn!»

Gladiolus (Ardyn)

«Bravo… What clairvoyance!»

Ardyn

«You’ve done everything possible.»

[black]

 Ardyn

«Tell me... What does it feel to see your lord in such a position?»

Ignis

«Ngh... What do you want?!»

Ardyn

«Admit it ... You must be a little disappointed, no?»

«You hoped he would become a great king. You even risked your life several times for him...»

Ignis

«Don’t touch him!»

Ardyn

«It’s the same for me.»

«Frankly, it’s hopeless... The little trip and the bright future are over.»

Ignis

«Hrrr... Ngh! You’re totally mad!»

«Ah...! Noctis! Noooooo!»

[Ravus throws his knife]

Ardyn

«Well! It seems you two got along very well.»

«I’ve got a little proposition... I kill you all, now... Or... I leave them and you follow me with no fuss. What do you chooose?»

[Face Ardyn]

Ardyn

«Hmm... So you would rather suffer?»

Ignis

«Haaa... Haaa... There is no alternative ... I took the oath: whatever happens ... I will protect Noctis until the end!»

Ardyn

«Do you really figure you're going to control its power?»

Ignis

«Aaargh... Just like this Kingsglaive... if I have to offer my life... to borrow the power of the Ring... I'll do it! Help me...! Kings of Lucis...!»

Ardyn

«Here ... that's interesting.»

[fight]

«If you want to save your little king, you’ll have to fight me first.»

«You should not hang out too much, you know. You risk to consume yourself before killing me... It would be wacky, though!»

«Noctis is lucky to be surrounded by such competent vassals. But you should not be so lax. That is not how he’s going to take himself in hand.»

«Anyway, you're going to die. And your little king too. Your hopes will fly away. Whoosh!»

Ignis

«I'll stop you ... Whatever it costs!»

[fight ends]

«Wow wow! It was a close call! Let's stop there... for today!»

[Follow Ardyn] ==> Parallel story