#regarding the date translations: i’m sorry but i’ll really need to delay the translation since-

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] 6th Anniversary Countdown - 100 Days of Traces (Victor)

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✦ Details regarding the event: here!

✦ Part 1:

– Victor’s to-do list || MC’s to-do list

– Day 1 (mail)

– Day 2 (mail + progress)

– Day 3 (progress)

– Day 4 (mail + progress)

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– Day 5 (progress: failed to meet one task)

– Day 6 (mail + progress: failed to meet one task)

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Surprise Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Acquaintance Collection:  Kiro // Lucien // Victor

The date begins with MC waiting in a coffee shop for Gavin. They planned to meet so Gavin can provide a professional viewpoint regarding bizarre events in Loveland, which MC plans to do an episode on.

Gavin calls and tells her that an accident cropped up. He tells her to wait in the coffee shop and that he would go over once he’s done.

Soon after, two ladies walk in:

Woman A: That group was too much – several people bullying one small boy!

Woman B: There was that tall and handsome boy who looked like he can fight though… he should be able to protect the boy.

MC asks the women for more information and gets increasingly certain that the “tall and handsome boy” is Gavin.

Following their directions, she walks along a secluded path and hears the sound of fighting.

Borrowing the darkness of the light, I hide in a corner and see a familiar profile cross my vision.

MC: It’s really Gavin!?

Under the faint streetlight, Gavin is clothed in black and standing tall, while seven or eight hooligans are on the ground around him.

In a second, he twists to the side, cleanly ducking the opponent’s fist while at the same time violently kicking another two hooligans to the ground.

Gavin raises his hand and rubs his chin. His eyes are sharp and sweeps across the bodies on the ground scornfully.

Gavin: That’s all you’ve got?

Suddenly, a hooligan rushes towards him from behind!

MC: Gavin, be careful!

The words leave my lips instinctively. Even though my voice isn’t loud, it catches Gavin’s attention.

With a nimble twist of his body, the hooligan is subdued.

Gavin straightens up and hides me from the hooligans’ view.

He narrows his eyes, looking at his surroundings.

Gavin: Scram!

After the hooligans flee, Gavin walks to my side.

Gavin: What are you doing here?

MC: I heard two ladies talking about a fight when I was in the café, and I had a feeling that it was related to you. I should be the one asking you this question though. Was that part of a sudden mission?

Gavin: No.

MC: Then what was that fight about?

Gavin looks at me, then turns his eyes to a streetlamp at a corner.

Gavin: I’ll explain it to you later. I have to go somewhere. Come with me.

While he says this, Gavin has already started walking. I immediately follow after him. When I turn, I suddenly see an abrasion on his arm.

MC: Ah, wait…

I point at the injury on Gavin’s arm and purse my lips.

MC: Do you want to deal with your injury first?

Gavin: It’s just a bruise. It’s no big deal.

Before I can repeat my suggestion, Gavin arches his eyebrows.

Gavin: Actually, it was very dangerous just now. If they…

MC: I’ve practiced the self-defense skills you taught me! If you don’t believe me, watch!

I cut him off. While speaking, I try to make myself look more formidable.

MC: Moreover, you’re here with me, right?

I turn to meet his eyes, which have a slightly complicated look in them. After a moment, Gavin lets out a gentle sigh.

Gavin: Never again.

Hearing the worry in his voice, I nod.

Gavin takes MC to a decrepit house.

He lifts his hand, ready to knock at the door. A gust of wind blows up a corner of the curtain, revealing a small, alert face in the window.

Boy: Grandma! Big brother is here!

While shouting excitedly, the boy rushes to open the door. In a moment, he’s in front of Gavin, wearing a look of utter adoration.

Gavin gently rubs the little boy’s head. At this moment, an elderly woman walks out of the house slowly, beckoning us with a big smile.

Elderly lady: Come in and sit!

Gavin tells the elderly lady not to trouble herself, but she says it’s the least she could do Gavin has protected the boy from bullies on multiple occasions.

Boy: It’s been a long time since I had visitors… big brother, sister, can you play with me for a while?

Seeing the anticipation and pleading look of the boy, Gavin lifts his eyes to mine, as though hesitating. I hurry to respond.

MC: Sure!

The boy explains that he got bullied for selling sugar figurines.

The little boy sees Gavin as his role-model and wants Gavin to teach him how to fight. Gavin offers to teach him self-defence.

The elderly woman returns with a few cups.

Elderly woman: I feel bad that your date was interrupted because of us.

MC: Eh? N-no…

I immediately wave my hands in front of me to explain, but the elderly woman just smiles as she observes us. For some reason, my voice gets softer, and my heart begins to race.

Feeling a little shy, I turn my head to the side, and coincidentally see Gavin’s side profile. His hand is rubbing his neck, and his ears are a faint shade of red.

The bruise is still onto Gavin’s arm, but I’m unable to link the Gavin in front of me to the Gavin who was fighting just now.

A gust of night wind enters from the window, rolling up the the ends of the curtain, and also gently rolling across my thoughts.

Gavin meets my eyes, and I purse my lips into a smile.

The elderly woman offers them sugar figurines. MC takes one on Gavin’s behalf.

After leaving the house, Gavin and I walk along a brightly lit street. His side profile is illuminated by the gentle streetlights, and I can’t help but toss him several glances.

Gavin: What’s wrong?

MC: …ah? Nothing!

Gavin looks at me in suspicion. He suddenly thinks of something and stops in his footsteps.

Gavin: I’m sorry, We agreed to meet tonight to help analyse your materials. It’s gotten delayed for such a long time.

Hearing Gavin’s sudden apology, I widen my eyes and wave my hands in front of him.

MC: Don’t worry about it. I feel like what happened today was much more meaningful. If I were in such a situation, I’d definitely be like you. I wouldn’t just stand idly by. Furthermore, it’s the first time I’m seeing Senior like this!

Hearing my voice take on a playful tone in my voice at the end, Gavin turns to look at me, his eyes revealing warmth and a smile.

Gavin: Really? It’s nothing special. If you’re in a hurry, you can leave first. I’ll send you the report once I’m done with it.

Understanding Gavin’s meaning, I smile and shake my head.

MC: It’s still early, so I’m not in a rush to go home. Before we go home, shouldn’t we finish this first?

While saying this, I gently shake the sugar figurine. Gavin’s eyes trail to it.

Gavin: Yes. It’d melt if it isn’t eaten soon.

MC: So you should hurry up and eat it!

I raise the sugar figurine in front of him. Gavin has no idea how to react, widening his eyes slightly as he stands rooted to the spot.

After regaining his senses, Gavin coughs lightly.

Gavin: No, it’s okay. You can eat it.

MC: How can I do that? I already said that I took this on your behalf. This is your payment for teaching those bad guys a lesson today.

At this moment, I see a bench and walk towards it.

MC: Let’s sit here for a while so Officer Gavin has some time to eat the sugar figurine.

Gavin stands under a tree not far off, and behind him are busy, colourful streets. He stares at me, his gaze gentle, and walks over.

With a resigned smile, he takes the sugar figurine from me.

Gavin: All right, I got it.

Before I take a seat, Gavin suddenly stops me.

Gavin: Hold on.

MC: What’s wrong?

Gavin doesn’t respond, lowering his head as though searching for something.

I look at him in confusion. Under the streetlamp, I realise that there is a wet spot on the bench.

I rifle through my bag and pockets, looking up to see Gavin’s embarrassed expression. He coughs lightly.

Gavin: You can sit. I’ll stand.

I turn back to the bench. After a moment of hesitation, I open my mouth.

MC: Let’s just sit together…

Saying this, I sit down, then scoot towards the side, leaving some space.

Looking at Gavin who has not moved an inch, I take a breath in preparation to speak again, not daring to look at him.

MC: …I can move over a little more then?

Gavin: …no need. This is fine.

Gavin sits down beside me. The moonlight shrouds Gavin’s profile in an extraordinary glow.

The leaves rustle, the night wind blows gently, and Gavin’s scent travels along with it. My face starts to heat up.

I raise my head.

Dressed in all black with a bruise on his arm, Gavin looks like he’s struggling to figure out what is the most appropriate way to bite the sugar figurine. This scene tickles me.

Gavin: …is this very strange?

Redness appears on Gavin’s ear.

Gavin: Sugar figurines don’t suit me. Anyway, thank you for agreeing with my actions tonight.

Gavin looks at me quietly, the faint streetlights illuminating his face. His eyes are as bright as the stars, and as tender as the night.

Tonight’s events suddenly replay in my eyes…

The ferocious Gavin during the fight, the gentle and respectful Gavin who interacted with the grandmother and the little boy, and the Gavin who is currently “battling” with the sugar figurine…

MC: I feel that you’re different tonight. Let me think about how to best put it… “Jekyll and Hyde”!

Gavin is stunned for a moment, then he smiles.

Gavin: Perhaps.

MC: Also, even though I understand your actions tonight, I don’t approve of this-

I point to his arm.

MC: No matter what, you have to take care of yourself. Don’t get hurt again.

Gavin: Okay.

The corners of Gavin’s lips turn up slightly.

The stars flicker above us, and the cool evening wind blows towards us from the trees and leaves.

This gentle evening has only just begun.

[izzyovercoffee]

Su'cuy, vod! I read through basically all your Mando'a posts and had some thoughts I wanted to share. I semi-actively work on a Mando'a-English-German dictionary, which opens a whole new chest of translation problems, but you gave me some great ideas, so I incorporated them into the dictionary. For example that whole sheath thing, for that I added a remark to the original word, to warn about it's connotation (didn't remove it, because 'real' dictionaries include slurs sometimes as well) 1/X

Only thing, where I differed from your idea on this was cab'gam, I used this as ‘protective case/cover’. Now some other things I thought of: On colours - you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive

Woo this is a long ask. I’m so sorry I’ve taken so long to get around to answering this, I’ve been very busy!! Also, I think I’m missing part 7? But I think I can extrapolate what was in it, unless you’d like to send it to me again if you still have. I’m so sorry again anon!

I’m good w/ defining cab’gam that way too, maybe as a general term for protective case, since we do technically need a general/generic word for that. So cool, that def works !! I’ll go back and note that on the original post.

Also, yeah. YEAH! You know, when I was working on that post, I didn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context.

I’ll notate that in my personal references. I’ll probably come back to this in the future if/when I put one long complicated color references/resources post together again. 

Thank you for bringing that up, truly.

Meanwhile I also really like your thought and explanation on yellow and orange maybe being the same for Mandalorians. Another thing I wanted to tell you is sth you already found yourself, that saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name 3/X 

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages 4/X

Ohhh that’s such a good point! I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly. But that’s such a great point ??? 

If anything it might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame). 

(lmao this is so awesome tbh thank you for mentioning both !! I’m like vibrating from excitement from these two points !! is that weird to say lmao let me make this hard to read so I don’t embarass myself too much)

Then I wanted to ask where you got the words cingaanar and din'waadar, as they aren’t included in the dictionary I have, what confused me little, as I also only got search results linking to your very post about it. In another post you questioned the missing of a word for child of parents sibling or was it child of sibling? Anywy, I’d say the explanation is for both rooted in the way Mandalorian society is made up. As we know the ideal is a big clan living together kinda like a commune…. 5/x

so the words cinargaanar and din’waadar were pulled from mandoa.org dictionary, which is the most popular resource. it’s also in one of the editions of the mando’a dictionary that was released via spreadsheets back in the day from Karen Traviss’ site. It looks like those spreadsheets are no longer available to access, so take that with a grain of salt, but essentially mandoa.org was/is the most comprehensive of “canon” mando’a we have to date in easy access to the general person.

Going along the common phrase “it takes a village to raise a child” any capable adult is expected to participate in bringing up the kids, so while it’s known who’s whose child it doesn’t matter enough to be shown in language. So your parent-sib-kids are just your vode (remember, vode an!) and your sib-kids are “ade” as well as your own children, it’s consens that mando'a relies heavily on context, so speaking family internally context tells who your own childs are and who aren’t. Aruetiise.. 6/X 

view about love. For Mandalorians love isn’t really an emotional thing, that’s also why we shouldn’t take “kar'taylir darasuum” lit. as “hold sm. eternally in the heart”, but rather just as “knowing someone forever”. Knowing someone for so long (or so good/deep it feels like forever) that you can unconditionally trust them and you have a strong bond with each other, that’s the mandalorian meaning of “love” With having “love” as such a hard-to-achieve state of sentiment it isn’t surprising… 8/X

Okay so it looks like I’m missing part 7/X and I’m so sorry if you don’t have it around anymore. I think I can extrapolate the meaning/context though. Again, I’m so sorry for the delay in responding.

wrt children of my siblings, I can see what you mean by that for sure. If anything, maybe instead of inferring them as vode, maybe the “proper” way is to refer to them as if they are your own children? As you mentioned “it takes a village to raise a child,” I’m wondering, now, if it’s more like … because mandalorians are so community-centered / focused, if the polite thing is to indicate that these children are “your” children, as they’re just as much an aunt/uncle’s responsibility as anyone else.

We certainly see Kal Skirata refer to all children as kid/s, or his kids even if he has no intention of adopting them. Since he’s supposed to be a representation of appropriate parenthood (all of our issues regarding him notwithstanding), perhaps niece/nephew isn’t a specificity that is seen as necessary — maybe it’s considered an unreasonable boundary specifically when it comes to children. Notsomuch the adults, as mandalorians can divorce authority, but children are sacred and unnecessary boundaries may interfere with that?

It’s something to think about at least.

edit:: with some mulling over w/ @cassiansfuzzyjacket I’d like to note that it may be inappropriate to claim that one’s sibling’s child is “your” child, as a child’s parents still inhabit an entirely different role and space than aunts and uncles. it’s more likely KT never thought about it and thus that’s why it’s missing, but ultimately YMMV. 

wrt love, that’s definitely a possibility. I feel like love and its interpretations is contingent on … cultural … interpretations? Notsomuch in-universe as the general audience (like you and me) and what we bring from the context of our lives and perception and place upon difficult concepts such as love.

I’m definitely informed by my experiences, and so how I view love is dramatically different than maybe how you do (or the same!). and I feel like when it comes to defining love from a mandalorian point of view, we need to get into the perspective as its available to use.

what I mean is that I agree with you, when you put it that way. At least, for a good subset of mandalorians if not all of them, love may then require trust, or knowing not as knowledge but deeper than such, exactly as you said. 

it’s certainly how I’ve personally come to view love, and love as a bond that requires a foundation of trust and reliability as opposed to passion that may not be entirely well placed despite best intentions … but then again I have a difficult time myself with the conceptualization of love so I might not be the best person with which to develop words for it. 

It also concerns me bc mandalorians may have this deep difficult and complicated understanding of love, but then also culturally expect people to marry young and stay together … and we’ve seen many, many instances where this often leads to unhappy marriages, or even dramatic power imbalances within the relationship, maybe even rendering them inescapable. So how does one bridge these dramatically opposing ideals?

I mean context and culture already has, as divorce is a clearly supported thing across different power differentials so maybe the expectations aren’t restricted by law. Something to think about, in any case.

Thank you so much for your thoughts! You’ve given me a LOT to think about and mull over, and I deeply deeply appreciate it. Thank you. Vor’entye.