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prismatoxic · 2 months

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okay, shipping brainrot from my last post aside, i'm still thinking about the shapeshifter arc. the other sites i use don't have inline posting or do but it's clunky, so i guess i'm theorizing here. some of this may seem obvious; bear with me, i'm not trying to be patronizing, just working through things. this will probably be long.

(edit: i've since learned there's canon explanations for all of this. regrettably i don't like them. enjoy my ideas of what would be better maybe? but keep in mind i wrote this before i knew it had been explained anywhere else.)

laios reveals what he knows of shapeshifters, and that they function on memory:

no one ever really suggests in chapters 39 or 40 who thought of which fake except in the case of which ones laios must have thought of, but i want to posit who i think each one came from, and what it means narratively if i'm right. so, mostly a thought experiment/character study that i could be wrong about or that was never meant to be clearly defined in the first place. but maybe fun to think about? (i'm sure other people have done this before too, but i think it'll be fun to write up.)

from the outset, i think it's worth mentioning that chilchuck knows all three laios fakes are, in fact, fakes. two chilchucks say this, but the one on the right is the real one. senshi and marcille immediately corroborate this, though we can't tell which of them it is except that it's not any of the really obvious fakes.

what i think this suggests is that, brought to the surface, the warped perceptions of the rest of the party that chilchuck, senshi, and marcille have can be easily discerned when compared with the real thing. each of these laioses is from one of them, but they immediately figure out none of them are right with the real laios right there in the room. this is important.

as for who's who...

i think it's fair to assume that giant laios is from chilchuck. laios is the tallest member of their party, at six feet; while chilchuck sees marcille and senshi as their correct heights, laios is a giant to him, and his bulky armor doesn't help. that's why, even if this is his perception, it's glaringly obvious that it's wrong as soon as it's made physical. it's the only big one, and easily falls into the camp of "doesn't seem to know much about monsters" that the others also do.

stupid laios is, i think, from marcille. because the giant one is so likely chilchuck's and i don't think senshi sees laios as someone who stupidly wants to eat everything (even if senshi's opinion of him isn't stellar right now, "i have to eat it" wouldn't be paired with being an idiot to senshi), it tracks that marcille would be the one to remember him this way. to someone who doesn't appreciate their monster eating and otherwise thinks he's an idiot just as much as the others do, dumbly muttering about eating things seems like a reasonable portrayal of laios.

feminine laios, then, is from senshi. i think his physical perception of the other party members is the most off-base; this is likely because he's known them for the least amount of time, and his idea of what they look like is based more on their races than anything else. i think the resemblance to falin might not be intentional--someone suggested to me the other day that the dwarf perception of tall-men is probably more feminine in contrast to how Macho dwarfs are. i think that makes sense (if it ever comes up canonically, i haven't seen it yet). laios and falin do just... look like gender-swapped versions of each other, also. so if senshi sees laios as a feminine person, well... that just winds up looking like falin.

so this leaves us with only the real laios. confronted with their perceptions of him, his friends can immediately tell all three are incorrect.

moving on, we eliminate the three most obvious fakes from the rest of the party, starting with marcille:

if we take into account what i just said about senshi, i think this is his. racial stereotypes about elves being what they are, him not knowing the party as well as the other members do... she stands out, and that's why.

now this is where things start to get interesting.

the next two fakes to be eliminated aren't so blatantly incorrect that they can be struck right out at a glance, but it's not hard to notice the flaws when you look closer, and chilchucks A and B are the ones to point it out. chilchuck is naturally observant; most of his fakes seem to emulate this. (the one who addresses the fakes is A, the real one, but B is proving himself able to pick up on the things A notices. this is important.)

notably, chilchuck and senshi assume these must be laios's versions of them.

we can assume this is correct, if we want to. we can take the framing of this as being an intentional reflection of the truth.

or... or... we can look a little deeper. we can wonder if, perhaps, this isn't a reflection of laios, but a reflection of his friends and what they think of him. laios may not immediately notice the problems, but i don't think it's because he doesn't remember these details. i don't think laios sees much of anything in vague terms; he's observant in his own right, but in ways he doesn't really recognize, nor does anyone else. i think he was so focused on their faces and mannerisms that he didn't notice the bigger picture, glossing over something because so many other factors are at play.

senshi and chilchuck think laios doesn't take notice of things, but the vast majority of the shapeshifter arc is about them and marcille not trusting laios's judgement as it is, given how things went recently. is it possible there's more to their assumptions here than what the text explicitly says? i think so!

so then who do these two belong to? marcille, i think.

if we assume dumb laios is hers, then we can also assume her perceptions of the others are kind of broad and vague. she doesn't think poorly of them, necessarily (at least not in as obvious a way as she does with laios, who, i'll remind you, she's currently upset with), but she doesn't commit unimportant details to memory, like chilchuck's neck band or the damage to senshi's helmet.

we've got three more "obvious" fakes to get through, and laios offers another lore tidbit on how the shapeshifters work:

anyway, the first of the next round is marcille again, setting the stage for how these three next fakes are eliminated.

marcille changes her hairstyle all the time, so this isn't a surprise. the last one pictured here winds up being our next fake, as indicated by her grimoire:

so the fake marcille in this section is the one with the most visibly different hair texture (who even draws attention to this), and the spellbook that's woefully incompetent. i think she's from chilchuck.

he's observant, as i said before; even if he didn't commit her hair to memory, he did remember the stuff she's said about how important hair is to magic. maybe that's why the texture is so striking. more importantly, chilchuck isn't wary of magic quite the way senshi is, but he also doesn't understand it. the general tone of the low-quality grimoire also just... sounds like the way he'd frame something like that. (plus, the "how to turn back time" bit is a thing he specifically called her on when she suggested it a few chapters ago.)

so the next fake chilchuck and senshi are revealed via their tools:

i think the chubby-cheeked chilchuck with the simple lockpicks is from senshi, and i think the ordinary-looking senshi with the simple cookware is from chilchuck. the former speaks for itself--senshi sees chilchuck as a child, and knows absolutely nothing about picking locks. as for the fake senshi, chilchuck has a decent mental image of him but knows nothing about cookware.

so now we're down to the final three fakes, and there's only one person left who they could be from: laios. nobody thinks this, not even laios himself, but i want to explore the concept because i think it has extreme merit. the three remaining fakes have some key similarities between them, namely in that they're all close enough interpretations that making a distinction is difficult. they look a tiny bit different, but both the real people and their fakes make plausible cases for why they're the actual person. i want to talk about why i think laios is the one who made that so, and what that means about him.

chapter 39 ends with all his companions--real and fake--doubting his skills. seeing a pattern?

chapter 40 opens with laios determined to regain his friends' trust in him...

...while his friends (and their fakes) talk about how he's liable to like the fakes more, because they're monsters.

this is a needlessly cruel interpretation of laios, but after how things went post-falin-rescue, it's not a surprise. they see him as reckless and single-minded, more interested in the things he's weird about than in the people around him.

laios is really bad at talking about what he's thinking--not because he's hiding it, but because it doesn't occur to him that it's important. meeting the lunatic magician in the paintings is a prime example of this, but he does it a lot. they likely have no idea why he told toshiro about falin and the black magic; to them, laios was being flippant with sensitive information, not worrying about their safety. to laios? he was trying to get help. he trusted toshiro, and his perception of their friendship made him think the information would help them gain an ally who cared about falin as much as they do. he wasn't trying to put falin or marcille in danger--far from it, in fact. but he didn't tell his friends about his thought process. he didn't think it was important to share.

(he's autistic but we all know this. moving on)

so, we have laios's plan: the pairs cook together, while he watches for behavioral differences to discern who's who. it doesn't occur to him, or anyone else, that the people he's watching for mistakes are his own perceptions of his friends. and now we get into the meat of why i wanted to write this post.

assuming i'm correct... let's talk about laios's view of his friends, and how he challenges those perceptions.

starting with my favorite, chilchuck:

chilchuck A, of course, is in fact the real one. this is a pretty significant character moment for him too, in my opinion; we know he has difficulty expressing his emotions, and that a lot of his conflicts so far have stemmed from that. the fact that "chilchuck B asked for help with a menial task" is a gotcha moment to him is... telling. not only because it's so obvious to him, but because it's not obvious to any of his companions. he thinks they know this about him, but he's never openly expressed anything to make them think this is an issue he'd have, in addition to having sought help in the past.

his "convictions and pride and all that" seems to them like someone trying to convince them of something, not someone reminding them of facts he assumes they know.

anyway, back to laios. if we accept that chilchuck B is made from his memories, this suggests several things. first of all, chilchuck B is, despite his softer eyes and willingness to ask for help, still a fairly accurate portrayal of chilchuck. he's easily annoyed and he's observant, two traits chilchuck is known for. i think the reason chilchuck B has the kinder eyes and the more gentle disposition is because to laios, those things are indicative of someone being a good person, and he very much thinks chilchuck is a good person.

we know laios isn't especially good at reading people in general. thus, his idea of who his friends are is skewed in broad strokes, but not in the ways they think. he knows who chilchuck is, but he also associates chilchuck with his own ideas of what makes someone "good", which results in a chilchuck who's less rough around the edges. confronted with this--the real chilchuck asking him if he can tell--laios compares the two and thinks, reasonably speaking, the nicer one who trusts him has to be the friend he respects so much.

senshi and marcille also want to accept this chilchuck, likely for similar reasons. they also respect and care for him; they've seen him go through a lot. laios's ideal of him is just that, ideal. in a roundabout way, it's only their deep fondness for who chilchuck really is that makes them want to see him this way.

next up, we have marcille.

the fake, marcille A, is a radical departure from what makes chilchuck B a fake. laios notes that the real marcille is exactly the same as she always is. the reason, then, that marcille A confuses him--and the others--is that after everything they've been through, their perception of her has changed radically.

if we look back to senshi and chilchuck's marcilles, it's readily apparent when they're eliminated that both interpretations hinge on the knowledge that she performs black magic. senshi's tries to use it to prove herself; chilchuck's has a grimoire loudly proclaiming it's what she does. contrast this to marcille A: she doesn't mention black magic at all, and her grimoire looks strikingly similar to the real one.

that's because laios doesn't think her performing black magic changes anything about who she is. her doing so proved her to be just as dedicated to falin as he himself is, and the knowledge that her goals involve it doesn't faze him. (additionally, marcille has been teaching him magic, and falin had tried in the past. though his image of a grimoire is flawed to someone experienced, to anyone else it looks fine.) thus, marcille A isn't a flagrant black magic wielder; she's someone who's been fundamentally changed by what they--and falin--went through.

let's go back to chapter 27:

chilchuck and senshi are appalled, and will continue to be. while they ultimately don't prevent marcille from doing this, and care enough about both her and laios (and in chilchuck's case, falin as well) to be in tentative support, this changes their view of her in a negative way. she's dangerous now, in a way she wasn't before, but she's still marcille--goofy and a little reckless. thus, their views of her, and the illusions that result.

laios's opinion of her changes for the better.

she is, all at once, both competent and loyally dedicated. she will stop at nothing to help falin. whatever goofiness she exhibited before now is gone, replaced by the cold demeanor of someone who is doing something extremely dangerous for reasons that are inherently selfish, but ultimately too important to reject.

thus, we return to marcille A: cold, sharp, dedicated. not reckless or goofy, but methodical and haunted. she may have returned to "normal" since they left the castle town, but laios's opinion of her, and understanding of her love for falin, has been forever changed.

so faced with the real marcille--still silly, still whining, still frequently annoyed with him--he's confused, because that's deeply familiar, but it doesn't line up with what he knows about her now.

the truth, of course, is nuanced--these things are true about marcille, but only under duress; it's similar to how laios becomes a competent leader when the going gets tough. she has this within her, but it's not her default state of being. still, the shapeshifter picks up on the strongest memories laios has of her, this new interpretation of someone he thought he knew.

now then--onto senshi, the punchline of this particular joke about the differences between the copies. i still think it says a lot.

i think this one speaks for itself, though i find chilchuck's agreement interesting. senshi is the newest member of the team; little is known about him. laios happily notes that senshi "always looks cool" while chilchuck says he looks normal (and chilchuck B insults the real one). laios sees senshi this way because he thinks senshi is cool as hell, and this manifests in an idealized version of a face he's not as familiar with as he is with chilchuck and marcille.

this is clearly comedy, but it also speaks to the same desire to see the best in the rest of the party. marcille is the only one who notices likely because her opinion of senshi isn't so romanticized. chilchuck's senshi, of note, wasn't a perfect replica: we don't see much of him after the obvious fakes are hauled off, but he's a little squashed (he's the top one):

which indicates that chilchuck's visual memory of senshi is already flawed. if we compare this to giant laios and the marcille with the unique hair texture, it tells us chilchuck's attention to detail is more specific than the others'; he can remember the hole in the helmet, the importance of hair, but he doesn't quite see the bigger picture. giant laios is also surprisingly... rugged? which i imagine has to do with chilchuck's perception of him as a tall-man. (or maybe how he clearly has trouble seeing laios's face half the time, lmao...)

anyway. laios thinks senshi is super cool and chilchuck has an imperfect idea of what senshi look like as it is. (i wonder if chilchuck is some degree of faceblind? not enough to not recognize someone at all, but can't pinpoint specifics.)

and so, we arrive at the moment of truth.

so let's go over what i'm theorizing here... all the remaining fakes are illusions based on how laios sees his friends. the illusions manage to make mistakes that reveal the truth to him, but i think the reason for that harkens back to what laios said earlier... the illusions are being updated over time.

laios isn't considering any of the things that give the fakes away until this moment. if it had taken a little longer to resolve things, maybe they'd have started course-correcting, but they aren't given the chance. laios makes sure they aren't--he acts very quickly. even as he presents the three pairs with his findings, he's aware that everything will fall apart as soon as he does... and he's banking on that. while the shapeshifter illusions defend themselves from being killed, he gets right to the heart of the matter in the only way he knows how: confronting the actual monster involved.

when all's said and done, laios reveals how he figured it out:

potentially of note, all of these details happened before the red dragon fight. chilchuck fighting a mimic and revealing his history with them, senshi gushing about the dungeon's ecosystem, and marcille being attacked by the undine weren't super recent memories. when laios brought them forth in his mind, he had a delay before the shapeshifter updated its illusions.

well... except with marcille. marcille A actually didn't show her hand so easily; it was the real marcille's carelessness that proved her identity.

but what this suggests is that, when confronted with the realities of marcille versus his idealized version of her, laios had to make a choice: did it make more sense for her to have been radically changed by the revival and subsequent loss of falin, or was the presence of a marcille he knew so well proof of an illusion? she was the one who was the most different, and as such, the contrast was the same one that eliminated all three laioses at the start: with the real thing in the room, the fake became apparent.

so, to reach a conclusion: one again, laios has proven he's not as scatterbrained as his companions think, but this time he did so on a more personal level than usual. to them, he reveals that he knows their quirks enough to define them by such when they're otherwise faced with convincing copies. to us, the readers, if we accept what i've suggested here... he's revealed a lot more. he respects, admires, and idolizes his friends, all out of fondness: he wants to see them in an ideal way, whatever that means for each of them as individuals.

anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk

#dungeon meshi #extensive spoilers for chapters 39 and 40 but also a little bit 27 too #I REALLY LIKE WRITING META SORRY. THIS IS LONG #tox.txt

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emtheoddball · 1 year

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Matthias: Where are you going?

Nina: To get MYSELF a gift "cause somebody didn't get me one!

Matthias: I am getting you one! It's coming here on Friday!

Inej, knowing full well that Matthias got Nina an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

#this is cannon now #chapter 39 and 40 of CK didn’t happen #I love helnik🫶#six of crows #six of crows textpost #incorrect six of crows #matthias helvar #nina zenik #helnik #helnik my beloved #inej ghafa #inej my queen #Nina Zenik my Queen #the MOTHER Nina zenik #incorrect quotes #soc

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 1 year

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Hi! First of all, thank you for translating every Victor content, I really love his contents so much. The recent update really break my heart plus with the fandom fiction. I just can't understand why he must bear this pain. I just want him to be happy with MC though... Anyway, what I really wanna ask is did the other boys suffer as much as Victor do? I dont really want to follow other boys' spoilers until they got release in the global server. Well, it is up to you to give some spoilers or not. Thank you again, and have a great day.

hello! thank you for being so sweet~ 🥺❤️

P A I N aside though, it’s also gratifying knowing that like every time before, Victor x MC will get through this too, and we can only imagine the x times more intensified strength of their love when they do. now, in all fairness, the answer to why he “must” bear the pain:

tbh that’s Victor for you, the indescribably self-sacrificing person who dares to call himself “selfish.” ;-; he does the things he does, not just 'cause “it’s right to do it,” but rather cause he “chooses” to do so. he cares too much and too deep, and it applies for everyone he has crossed paths with, and when you replace that “everyone” with the person he loves the most in the world i.e. the MC – the rest is self-explanatory.

and also, of course, his character archetype, the king piece on the chessboard you can’t actually win the game unless you capture the king LOL – “heavy is the head that wears the crown.” his character arc is set up in such a way that he is involved in the crucial parts of the story, to which his Evol itself significantly contributes too.

as for your question, i won’t spoil anything. but the lovepro storyline is written in the format that every character has to offer you their own pieces of the puzzle, and you need them all to get the entire picture. so while yes, the Li Zeyan contents do stir up greater waves in the player base – little or more, no one is spared from the suffering in the main story haha.

now, emotions are relative, you know. so the “intensity” of the pain, suffering, joy, and delight you feel depends on what resonates with you more. yes, a popular opinion is popular for obvious reasons, but that doesn’t always mean it has to be popular with you too! 💕

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#if you exclude S2 CH 1 and CH 40 which had assigned slots for all characters –#Victor got the last chapter in the chapter batches 5/11 times (considering 38 & 39 one batch). that number alone says a lot lmao 🤡🔪🤡#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc cn

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bebebisous33 · 27 days

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Jinx: 3️⃣ 7️⃣The Magic Of Numbers 🧚‍♂️🧝‍♂️8️⃣ - part 1

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sowthetide · 2 months

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thinking about like. rickon interacting with asha and dagmar. bc (assuming bran soon leaves on his little magic quest as per canon) rickon will be robbs heir for the foreseeable future (till robb has kids of his own) and like. idk the image of this feral wolf child/heir to the north going up to the cleftjaw and being like “hey i know you :) from the song :)” like what would the ironborn make of him i want to know. bc it goes deeper, of course it does, its about quen and how much rickon loves her, its about how confusing her status as a prisoner was to her as a child and to the other children of winterfell. idk idk thoughts. i want rickon to sing along to reaving songs at their wedding and i want the islanders to be just a little bit perplexed by this feral redhead singing the bloody cup at the top of his lungs. maybe later a very enthusiastic rickon DEMANDS asha teach him finger dancing (cue robb having an aneurysm in the background)

This ask was SUCH a delight, I'm still giggling about it. Obviously I don't wanna spoil stuff, but there is absolutely gonna be a Greyjoy-Harlaw-Stark family gathering (if not several) later on. They've got Things To Talk About, and that's putting it mildly.

I feel like Rod Harlaw & Catelyn would actually get along pretty well (and they're both widow(er)s... hmmmm) and Asha & Arya have soooo much potential, but Alannys HATES Robb's trifling ass for real.

Rickon and Dagmer would get along like a house on fire, and I love the idea of them singing together like Dagmer and Quen used to 🥺 It's about the legacy of love...

You've really got me thinking about the Greyjoy-Stark clusterfuck family reunion now. There's so much stuff in this fic I can't wait to get to, and that's def a big part of it.

Thank you so much for some new, delightful ideas ;-)))

#ask #twirling my hair kicking my feet etc. while reading this ask #your brain is so big and beautiful ❤️#also the rough drafts for chapters 38 and 39 are done!!!!! dats over 12000 words babey!!!! i've got 1000 words written for chap 40 too!!!#y'all's comments have got me so excited about this fic and i've been writing like an absolute machine lately. i'll prob update march 10th!!#i've also gone back and proofed the first 20 chapters but i'm sure there's still stuff i've missed. so it goes...

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randomkidstarfic · 1 year

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Bet on Me Chapters 39 and 40

“Can’t wait to see how fucked up your face is.”

“Just please stay home tonight.”

#Bet on Me #chapter 39 #chapter 40 #it's back #kidstar

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intj-greenwords · 1 year

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Today’s Whale Weekly had a bit of everything:

CHAPTER 36

insight

More and more strangely and fiercely glad and approving, grew the countenance of the old man at every shout; while the mariners began to gaze curiously at each other, as if marvelling how it was that they themselves became so excited at such seemingly purposeless questions.

weirdness

While the mate was getting the hammer, Ahab, without speaking, was slowly rubbing the gold piece against the skirts of his jacket, as if to heighten its lustre, and without using any words was meanwhile lowly humming to himself, producing a sound so strangely muffled and inarticulate that it seemed the mechanical humming of the wheels of his vitality in him.

comedic description

“Aye, Starbuck; aye, my hearties all round; it was Moby Dick that dismasted me; Moby Dick that brought me to this dead stump I stand on now. Aye, aye,” he shouted with a terrific, loud, animal sob, like that of a heart-stricken moose; “

justifiable insubordination

“Vengeance on a dumb brute!” cried Starbuck, “that simply smote thee from blindest instinct! Madness! To be enraged with a dumb thing, Captain Ahab, seems blasphemous.”

bard-ish

Take off thine eye! more intolerable than fiends’ glarings is a doltish stare! So, so; thou reddenest and palest; my heat has melted thee to anger-glow. But look ye, Starbuck, what is said in heat, that thing unsays itself.

ESL charades

“And he have one, two, three—oh! good many iron in him hide, too, Captain,” cried Queequeg disjointedly, “all twiske-tee be-twisk, like him—him—” faltering hard for a word, and screwing his hand round and round as though uncorking a bottle—“like him—him—”

“Corkscrew!” cried Ahab, “aye, Queequeg,

mystic premonitions

But in his joy at the enchanted, tacit acquiescence of the mate, Ahab did not hear his foreboding invocation; nor yet the low laugh from the hold; nor yet the presaging vibrations of the winds in the cordage; nor yet the hollow flap of the sails against the masts, as for a moment their hearts sank in. For again Starbuck’s downcast eyes lighted up with the stubbornness of life; the subterranean laugh died away; the winds blew on; the sails filled out; the ship heaved and rolled as before.

not sure what to call this but it’s something

Short draughts—long swallows, men; ’tis hot as Satan’s hoof. So, so; it goes round excellently. It spiralizes in ye; forks out at the serpent-snapping eye.

imprecation

Death to Moby Dick! God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!

CHAPTER 37

Ahab’s soliloquy

Yonder, by ever-brimming goblet’s rim, the warm waves blush like wine. ... They think me mad—Starbuck does; but I’m demoniac, I am madness maddened!

CHAPTER 38

Starbuck’s soliloquy

My soul is more than matched; she’s overmanned; and by a madman! Insufferable sting, that sanity should ground arms on such a field! But he drilled deep down, and blasted all my reason out of me! I think I see his impious end; but feel that I must help him to it. Will I, nill I, the ineffable thing has tied me to him; tows me with a cable I have no knife to cut. Horrible old man!

chronometric metaphor

I would up heart, were it not like lead. But my whole clock’s run down; my heart the all-controlling weight, I have no key to lift again.

CHAPTER 39

Stubb’s soliloquy

I feel funny. Fa, la! lirra, skirra! What’s my juicy little pear at home doing now? Crying its eyes out?—Giving a party to the last arrived harpooneers, I dare say, gay as a frigate’s pennant, and so am I—fa, la! lirra, skirra! Oh—

CHAPTER 40

a play within a play

seriously - that’s exactly what it is. complete with chorus

a sea shanty

Our captain stood upon the deck, A spy-glass in his hand, A viewing of those gallant whales That blew at every strand. Oh, your tubs in your boats, my boys, And by your braces stand, And we’ll have one of those fine whales, Hand, boys, over hand! So, be cheery, my lads! May your hearts never fail! While the bold harpooner Is striking the whale!

a bit of Mary Poppins

Jollies? Lord help such jollies! Crish, crash! there goes the jib-stay! Blang-whang!

and a night of sailors singing and dancing. and fighting.

#whale weekly #Chapter 36 #chapter 37 #chapter 38 #chapter 39 #chapter 40 #lx reads moby dick

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pedanther · 1 year

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Some differences from what the older translation says is the beginning of chapter 40 and the newer translation says is the end of chapter 39.

First, Beauchamp’s response to Debray saying that he ought to consider himself as being of the same political party as Danglars:

—Voilà, pardieu, bien le mal! aussi j’attends que vous l’envoyiez discourir au Luxembourg pour en rire tout à mon aise.

“Pardieu, that is exactly the worst of all. I am waiting until you send him to speak at the Luxembourg, to laugh at my ease.”

“Damnation, that’s the worst thing about it! That’s why I’m waiting for you to boot him into the Upper House, where I can laugh at him as much as I like.”

Then, Château-Renaud’s explanation of why he went to Africa:

—Et vous avez raison, Beauchamp, dit le jeune aristocrate; c’était tout bonnement pour faire le coup de pistolet en amateur. Le duel me répugne, comme vous savez, depuis que deux témoins, que j’avais choisis pour accommoder une affaire, m’ont forcé de casser le bras à un de mes meilleurs amis... eh pardieu! à ce pauvre Franz d’Épinay, que vous connaissez tous. —Ah oui! c’est vrai, dit Debray, vous vous êtes battu dans le temps... À quel propos? —Le diable m’emporte si je m’en souviens! dit Château-Renaud; mais ce que je me rappelle parfaitement, c’est qu’ayant honte de laisser dormir un talent comme le mien, j’ai voulu essayer sur les Arabes des pistolets neufs dont on venait de me faire cadeau.

“You are quite right, Beauchamp,” observed the young aristocrat. “It was only to fight as an amateur. I cannot bear duelling since two seconds, whom I had chosen to arrange an affair, forced me to break the arm of one of my best friends, one whom you all know—poor Franz d’Epinay.” “Ah, true,” said Debray, “you did fight some time ago; about what?” “The devil take me, if I remember,” returned Chateau–Renaud. “But I recollect perfectly one thing, that, being unwilling to let such talents as mine sleep, I wished to try upon the Arabs the new pistols that had been given to me.

“You are quite right, Beauchamp,” said the young aristocrat. “It was quite simply to get some amateur pistol-shooting. As you know, I hate duels, since the time when two witnesses, whom I had chosen to settle some dispute, obliged me to break an arm of one of my best friends. Yes, by heaven! It was poor Franz d’Epinay, whom you all know.” “Of course! That’s right,” said Debray. “You did have a duel once. What was it about?” “The devil only knows: I can’t remember!” said Château-Renard. “What I clearly recall is that I felt ashamed at letting a talent like mine go to waste, and, as I had been given some new pistols, I thought I’d try them out on the Arabs.

And finally, from what both translations agree is chapter 40, a progress report on Albert’s engagement:

...Vous m’avez en effet, monsieur, dit à Rome quelques mots d’un mariage ébauché; dois-je vous féliciter sur votre prochain bonheur? —La chose est toujours à l’état de projet, monsieur le comte. —Et qui dit projet, reprit Debray, veut dire éventualité. —Non pas! dit Morcerf; mon père y tient...

...I recollect that at Rome you said something of a projected marriage. May I congratulate you?” “The affair is still in projection.” “And he who says in ‘projection,’ means already decided,” said Debray. “No,” replied Morcerf, “my father is most anxious about it...

...And indeed, Monsieur, I believe you said something to me in Rome about a projected marriage. Should I congratulate you on your future happiness?” “The matter is under consideration, Monsieur le Comte.” “Which means ‘perhaps’,” said Debray. “Not at all,” Morcerf replied. “My father is anxious for it to take place...

#the cristo account #the count of monte cristo #chapter 40 #or chapter 39 depending on the edition #lost in translation

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[CN] Victor x MC – S2 CH 38 (Eng Translation)

“You only need to remember that from beginning to end, we are always walking in the same direction and are destined to meet at the endpoint.”

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a chapter that is yet to be released in the global server. ⌚

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[Anika’s Note]: I’m really short on time and exhausted. So, my prime focus will be on Victor x MC’s crucial interactions, and I won’t be explaining the plot specific details this time~ ♡

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✧ [CH 38-1] ✧

The chapter batch starts with a vision of MC in the Black Cabin and MC declaring her determination to the mysterious guy, “All her efforts so far have been for this moment. She wants to be with the person she likes, protect the world she likes.”

Upon this, a door opens in front of her in the vast space.

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✧ [CH 38-2] ✧

Six days prior on the skywalk—

After the gunshot rings out, MC finds herself still being steadily held in Victor’s arms and notices the bullet that had fallen to her feet.

Following this, a transparent barrier appears in front of her, and another “bang” cuts through the air from a distance. MC feels a slight pain and loses consciousness.

[The narrator’s POV] A large white fabric appears out of thin air along with the gunshot, and the girl disappears, leaving everyone shocked while Victor is utterly unfazed.

*Entry of the other three boys, and delicious back and forth haha* This sub-chapter ends with Victor demanding an answer from Poseidon regarding the mechanical box.

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✧ [CH 38-4] ✧

MC finds herself waking up in the silent and solemn, splendidly magnificent BS Hall, realizing that the BS Building has also entered the space-time overlapping area.

While MC is trying to figure things out, i.e., Victor suddenly holding her “hostage” and the sudden gunshot, she sees excited Zehn running to her—

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Zehn: Boss, you’re awake!

MC: ...Zehn? What are you doing here?

Zehn: It’s a long story. In brief, the BOSS notified me a while back that I had to carry out a mission and asked me to be on standby on the rooftop of the skyscraper across the skywalk when you guys go to the Land of Advent.

Zehn: I thought I wouldn’t need to come into the play. But then, I suddenly received the signal from the BOSS to fire. So, I transferred you over without delay.

MC: ...signal? Transfer?

I realize something in hindsight as I recall the last fragments of my memory. Thinking back to the flash of white that appeared in my field of vision, my chaotic thoughts gradually become clearer.

Zehn: Yeah, BOSS said that if I see you appearing on the skywalk, I’ll move you over as planned beforehand.

Zehn: As expected of BOSS. He already calculated everything that you’d appear there.

Zehn’s sentiments, although somewhat neither here nor there, confirm my vague conjecture.

As expected, even if the disclosure of my identity was an accident, Victor had already prepared backup plans ahead of time.

But there is inevitably something baffling about it, as though I’m overlooking something important.

I remember that a fleeting barrier appeared after Victor fired the gun… did I see it wrong?

Or is there something else in this plan, something in the arrangement that I don’t know about?

Pondering for a while, I look at Zehn again.

MC: Did BOSS say why he asked you to bring me here?

Zehn: No. He only asked me to tell you–– the flight of steps is probably the final step for your power.

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MC recalls what Victor told her about the “flight of steps” being only open to the carrier of the CORE. MC realizes that because of completing the steps earlier and the golden dagger that appeared in her palm — she now has the full power of the CORE.

Recalling the last time MC was in the BS Hall (S1 CH 36)-- how she entered the Black Cabin with the full power of the QUEEN and prevented the doomsday— MC realizes if she enters the Black Cabin with the full power of CORE now, she will be able to find a way around the space-time overlap.

At this moment, Zehn gives MC the black box Victor asked him to give her, leaving MC utterly speechless about how Victor prepared everything, and how his foresight is like a god~

Zehn tells MC to call him if she needs anything as he’ll be on standby, then leaves.

Though unsettled about the overlapping incident, MC steels herself as Victor has paved the road for her, and she must live up to his expectations.

Using the black box as the key, MC enters the black cabin.

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✧ [CH 38-10] ✧

[Skipping two non-Victor sub-chapters here]:

MC is on the rooftop of a tall building, shockingly finding a comet hanging in the sky and a countdown timer.

At this moment, she notices some strangers appearing on the rooftop, seemingly trying to overwrite the errors as the piano music keeps playing in a regular pattern.

Eventually, the reflection of the two “Loveland City” flicker alternately, the piano strings snap, and the overlapping zone takes over.

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Amid the long and tedious silence, a man slowly walks out of the shadows.

The colors of the night distinctly outline his striking, tall, and straight physique, bringing me an ineffable sense of familiarity.

?? (Victor): It seems this is no longer within the category that Space-Time Bureau can resolve.

?? (Victor): Zero, you should know more clearly than I do what all this means right now.

The deep, low voice falls steadily into my ears, causing me to freeze.

What is Victor doing here?

What did he mean by that? Are these people here to solve the overlapping space-time issue? Are they from the Space-Time Bureau?

The sheer volume of information in these few sentences leaves my brain muddled.

I’ve heard Victor mention the Space-Time Bureau once before. It was a very long time ago when he disappeared for a month, and when he came back, he told me that he had gone there to take care of some business.

I even feel like I’ve seen that place.

On that eternal night before doomsday, I saw a fantastical space with a shimmering river of stars, and I saw Victor sitting there, gazing fixedly at the passage of time.

I have no idea why I’m making such a decisive connection. It’s as though… I’ve actually been to that place.

I try to contemplate it more deeply. But it seems as though something is blocking my thoughts, my brain faintly becoming a space of primal chaos.

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[Tidibits]: Refreshing the callbacks here: one-month disappearance, i.e., the 10K years (S1 CH 36), the eternal night paragraph (S1 CH 37), MC being unable to remember that she’s actually been to Space-Time Bureau (S2 CH 26)~ ;-;

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An extreme quietude hangs in the air. And the silent rooftop seems to be enveloped with an impenetrable net.

I can’t help myself from taking a step forward. At this moment, Victor’s figure also turns around, and his heavy gaze inadvertently seems to land on me.

The instant our eyes meet, I feel as if I see him gently closing his eyes.

MC: !

…Victor knows I’m here?

I blink. But before I can pull myself together to confirm it, Victor has already withdrawn his gaze.

Zero: When the deviations affecting the course of history are destined to be not adjustable, even if the trajectory is changed, the rules of the world’s functioning will not be applicable either.

Zero: Civilizations have fallen, and the universe is unbalanced. This world…

Zero: There’s no longer any possibility for this world.

A hint of non-acceptance plays across the corners of Victor’s tightly pursed lips.

Victor: In the 1908 White House explosion incident, you guys erased the existence of all survivors in order to conceal a certain fact.

Victor: You could say that this is the job of the Time Observers, to maintain the so-called stable functioning of the world.

Victor: I’ve never denied the necessity of the existence of you guys. But from beginning to end, I’ve never believed that rewriting the ending will inevitably bring a negative effect. It’s merely a subjective assumption on your part.

The other person’s expression remains unchanged as he slowly opens his mouth.

Zero: Observation and revision, by their very nature, cannot alter the rules of the world.

Zero: The world will move forward, and it can only move forward. After the extinction of one civilization, new branches evolve, and new civilizations are born, following the same pattern as before.

Zero: Even if you’ve seen all the futures, no one can rewrite fate, let alone the fate of the world.

There is not a single ripple in his tone, revealing a calmness born from scrutinizing. Yet, it strikes me as cruelty beyond one can endure.

Victor doesn’t speak and only pulls his gaze away into the distance, resting it on the stream of light emitting from the comet. The long tail streaks across the clouds, reminiscent of a passing cluster of fireworks.

It has brought destruction upon the world and turned everything upside down, but it also paints an unforgettable splendor.

I can’t help but gaze at Victor. His tightly pursed lips are clearly defined into a fierce line, and his deep eyes are surging with dark and gloomy emotions that I’m unable to discern.

In the end, as usual, he lifts his chin arrogantly.

Victor: The world admittedly has its criteria.

Victor: But the people who live in this world carry their cherished desires in their hearts.

Victor: You guys have been observing for too long. I’m afraid you’ve forgotten what it feels like to actually live in this world and what significance it carries.

Victor: So, no matter what outcome it brings, I will find a way to keep this world’s trajectory moving forward according to the expectations we harbor.

Victor’s back is upright. Each of his words blends into the depth of the night, and they seem to carry the weight of ten million.

Zero doesn’t seem surprised to hear these words, but his expression still reveals regret.

Zero: You could have chosen not to carry everything.

Zero: I believe I don’t need to remind you of the price of doing this.

The price? What does it mean? As I stare at that nonchalant face, my heart can’t help but tighten.

Exactly how much has this man taken on alone that I don’t know about?

While my thoughts are running wild, the halo of a huge clock dial suddenly appears beneath the feet of those people, its second hand rapidly speeding backward.

Zero: Time is not tolerant of those who betray it.

Zero: Victor, I hope this won’t be the last time we meet.

The clock hand of the halo turns faster and faster, and the piano music reminiscent of whimpering gradually reaches its climax.

A gust of cold air sweeps across my back. Shuddering, I silently walk out of the corner and look at Victor, who’s standing not far away.

In the darkness, he seems to fuse with the heavy ink-black color of the sky, ice-cold and alone.

He doesn’t come over. He just stands there and looks at me.

Victor: Heard everything?

MC: ...Mm.

Victor: So then, tell me about what your thoughts are.

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✧ [CH 38-11] ✧

Countless questions flood my mind, and I can’t help but lower my head, not knowing what to say.

I want to ask him, “Why were you with the people of Space-Time Bureau? Have you been there again?”

“Rules,” “amendments,” “fates” – and those things that you guys were talking about, what do they mean? Were those people here to solve the space-time overlapping incident?

And the pretense of “taking hostage” in the Land of Advent, when did you start planning all this?

I don’t know why but my heart suddenly turns sour. In so many places I don’t know about, he’s been standing in front of me from beginning to end, removing the obstacles for me.

Victor: Lift your head. The floor isn’t gonna talk.

Victor: I know you have many questions. So now, ask them one by one. Don’t let your imagination run wild.

Victor releases a sigh as though he’s already seen through me long ago.

I purse my lips, lift my head, and look straight at him.

MC: What’s the price that man from the Space-Time Bureau talking about just now?

Victor: [helplessly] That’s your first question?

A trace of astonishment streaks through his eyes, and his tone is a little helpless.

MC: Mm. This is what I want to know the most.

Victor: It’s nothing.

Victor: Appropriate threats are an important step in negotiations between the parties.

Victor: You don’t need to take every word he said seriously.

Victor: Next.

MC: …

He says it casually, his serene tone carrying the same certainty as any time in the past.

Victor: Don’t have any more questions?

MC: …no, no, I just didn’t expect the answer to be like this.

Victor: If not, what did you expect?

MC: Who asked them to talk like they were taking the matter very much in earnest? I thought you were keeping me in the dark and were off shouldering something alone again without letting me know.

Victor: It seems the dummy habitually only listens to half of what she’s being told. I told you, no matter what you want to do, I’ll face it together with you.

MC: Says the man who pulled a gun on me before on the skywalk without saying a word and almost scared me to death…

Victor: …I can hear you.

Victor breathlessly interrupts my little muttering and walks up to me. Then, extending his hand, he nudges my head.

Victor: You heard just now that, from the standpoint of the Space-time Bureau, the current space-time overlap ought to be corrected. Otherwise, the world’s development process will be affected.

Victor: But it’s evident that this matter is beyond the category of their capabilities.

I nod thoughtfully.

MC: The torrent of history, as they put it, will always surge forward. Everything is already set in stone. It can only be complied with, not altered…

I subconsciously think about the comet, about everyone’s great efforts before the arrival of doomsday. I think about the choices I made in the Black Cabin and these renewed 17 years of “moving forward.”

I take a deep breath and look resolutely at Victor.

MC: Even if the world does have a fixed trajectory, any minute variable might still bring about a huge difference.

MC: Such as CORE.

MC: The space-time overlap came about because of it, and perhaps I’m the only one who can settle this.

MC: From acceptance to learning to control it, I’ve already had mental preparation for a long time now.

MC: Isn’t this what you said just now?

MC: “The people who live in this world carry their cherished desires in their hearts.”

MC: “So, I will find a way to keep this world’s trajectory moving forward according to the expectations we harbor.”

I deliberately imitate Victor’s tone of voice and see an imperceptible smile dancing across the tip of his brows, causing me to be filled with gratification and relief.

Victor: [suppressing laughter] Parrot.

I restrain my smile and gaze earnestly into his eyes.

MC: Victor, my heart’s desire is the same as yours.

He quietly looks back into my eyes, the light of his pupils profound and knowing.

Victor: I know.

Victor: Dummies have always had the courage to put all their eggs in one basket. But remember, you’re not alone.

Victor: I’ll be by your side.

He says it in an understated manner, but his tone carries the certainty of a commitment. My heart suddenly feels as if it’s been stuffed, feeling heavy.

Vaguely, the response of something else seems to come over me.

MC: What happened at the Land of Advent…?

Victor: A number of plans were deployed at the time to be prepared for anything unexpected.

Victor: But the prerequisite of all of them was so your safety comes before anything else.

He doesn’t explain much more, but I’ve already tacitly understood everything he meant.

I stand on tiptoes and gently smooth the creases in his collar.

MC: And did you deal with everything smoothly?

Victor: Everything is proceeding according to the plan. Unfortunately, though, Poseidon ran away. But that won’t hinder the investigation into finding the people behind him.

MC: Poseidon ran away? Why did he run… wait a minute, what do you mean by the people behind him?

Victor: BS has too many rotten parts embedded inside. It’s time to weed them all out one by one.

Victor gently pats the back of my hand, lowering his eyes to look into mine.

Victor: The most important thing right now is to clear a part of the way for you.

The temperature on the back of my hand is so fervent that it travels straight to the bottom of my heart. As though knowing what I’m about to say, he adds.

Victor: This is not helping you out. I’m only giving you the energy to do what you’re supposed to do.

He pauses, his gaze straying far into the distance. I also follow him and look along his line of sight.

Beneath the entire city shrouded with the gem-like dazzling comet, the stars in the sky sprinkle themselves into Victor’s deep eyes.

The high-rise buildings are lined up one after another, each with different lives on the other side of their window frames. Each of those lives had once done their utmost to live life earnestly in the last seconds before doomsday.

This time, however, we don’t know yet what we are about to face. Perhaps it will be an existence even more severe than doomsday, or perhaps the comet will make a comeback again.

In the distance, a white building resembling a lighthouse is glowing with an eerie light, and the digits that have enveloped the horizon are still counting down, akin to some kind of ominous omen.

Fate, as it appears, has changed nothing. And instead, it has become even more cruel.

My heart floods with countless emotions, and I squeeze Victor’s palm.

MC: Although there are still many notions that are yet to be disentangled, I more or less have got an idea of what I have to do.

MC: Don’t worry, Victor. I’ll definitely stop that countdown.

Victor appears slightly stunned, his inquiring gaze circling over me.

Victor: Countdown?

His slightly puzzled expression makes it clear that he seems to have no idea about the countdown. My breath faintly stalls in my throat, and suddenly an understanding dawns on me.

…could it be that I’m the only one who can see that dreadful countdown?

I purse my lips, wanting to say something to Victor. But I’m surprised to find that I’m not as shocked and incredulous as I imagined I would be.

MC: Yes, it’s something I’m trying to figure out.

MC: I don’t really know how to explain it to you right now. But I’ll find out the meaning behind it.

Victor: In that case, go find it quickly.

Hearing my words, Victor doesn’t ask me any more questions despite the inquiries floating in his eyes.

At this moment, a gray-green circle of light suddenly appears next to him, and a man in a white mask steps out of it immediately afterward.

MC: Poseidon? How…

But I soon realize that something is amiss. Although this man is wearing the exact same mask as Poseidon, his figure and appearance are nothing like Poseidon’s.

Victor doesn’t seem surprised at his arrival. Wasting no time, the other person turns around and whispers something to Victor.

A moment later, Victor nods.

Victor: Continue with the task, Poseidon.

Slightly stunned, I size up the man once again. Seeing my puzzlement, Victor speaks in a profound voice.

Victor: He succeeded in Poseidon’s place.

Victor: Next, I will lead the new Twelve main gods to fulfill the true prophecy.

The look on Victor’s face isn’t heavy, but carries an air of authority. It’s as though he is taking a solemn oath.

Victor: Together with the QUEEN, we will walk side by side into the new world.

With his words, the original prophecy that echoed in the Land of Advent comes rushing into my mind, and I stand frozen in place.

Victor’s expression is calm; his serene gaze is akin to a ray of light piercing through the darkness.

Victor: MC, run forward without any hesitation.

Victor: Do whatever it is you want to do. Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up for you.

Victor: You only need to remember that from beginning to end, we are always walking in the same direction and are destined to meet at the endpoint.

These resolute words fall into my ears, bringing me inexhaustible reassuring power, and the pupils of those eyes gazing into the depths of mine are shimmering with the light of having victory within grasp.

The neon lights stretch his shadow very, very long, enveloping my figure tightly within it.

My heart continues to pound in my chest, and I can see the countdown in the sky ticking away incessantly, reminiscent of a silent mockery and threat to me. But I don’t have the luxury of being afraid.

I look steadfastly at the white building in the distance, and Victor’s gaze also falls in the same direction as mine.

MC: Victor, I have to leave now.

I turn back to him, smiling as I look at him.

MC: You must keep your word. I’ll be waiting for you at the end point!

Hearing my words, Victor’s grave and stern face is tinged with an imperceptible smile.

He gazes at my figure quietly, his eyes shining with the very same unwavering tenderness and pride, just like the certainty within them with which he has watched me run forward every time.

I know that as long as I have the light of these eyes, I will forever have the strength and courage to run into the distance and into the unknown without any apprehension.

I look deeply into his eyes one more time.

Then turning around, I run with all my might.

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⏳ S2 CH 39 (Victor x MC): Here!

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#okay so the deal with these chapters is that none of the boys have a full chapter. so every part is necessary to understand what’s going on #but i don’t have the time or the energy to care for explaining the plot details rn so I just skipped the other parts altogether~#will be doing this total in three parts so i can rid myself of the inner unrgency LOL #next is the CH 39 bits and then the CH 40 split – will be updating slowly :>#mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

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