nexus_crossings | Language LOL: Translator Malfunction

You know what's cool? Chatting with your pals. Reading the Internet. Navigating the roads because you can understand the Gods-damned street signs. You know what's not cool? Not being able to do any of that. By that metric, one might describe today in the Nexus decidedly uncool.

It's utterly without warning that the multiversal hub goes from automatic to manual translation. Shop signs, radio and television broadcasts, conversations on the streets between vendors and friends and businesspeople are suddenly a jarring cacophony of dissonant languages. Then there's the silence. Then there's the shouting. Turns out people get pissed off when nobody understands them!

Momentary chaos dies down as the average people of the Nexus come to grips with their new situation. Shopkeepers wait outside their stores and stands with expectant expressions, impatiently waiting for the translator to pull itself together and start working again.

Except...

It sort of doesn't.

No, it super doesn't.

Citizens of the Nexus, it would appear you're going to have to adjust...

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Hey, it's –! That woman! Shit, did he ever get her name? He doesn't remember. HE DOESN'T REMEMBER! He does, however, remember that Harley is liable to do weird shit if given the wrong prompts. And – Oh, double shit, he also suddenly remembers that she's pretty good at beating wolf-men about the head with a lead pipe!

All of this rushes through Harrowheart's mind as Harley approaches, which would explain the way he stares dumbly long after she's offered him the beer. Suddenly he blinks, remembering that he is, in fact, part of reality, and hesitantly takes the beer.

Classy man that he is he reaches over his shoulder to the weapon that's strapped to his back. He stuffs the top of the bottle into the eyesocket of the skull on his runeblade's hilt, then pops it right open. The runes light up in their INDIGNANCE, but the weapon doesn't retaliate. Harrow bends at the knees to bring the 'bottle opener' closer for Harley to use, but first tries to warn her of something with a game of charades:

He points with one finger to the palm of his opposite hand. He uses that palm to grab his runeblade's hilt, then pats it up and down like he's feeling a pot handle for heat. He shakes his head 'no.' Instead he once more demonstrates the hands-free bottle popping technique. Got it, Weird Lady?

Harley loves charades. She grins, as she watches him point at his palm, then to his runeblade. And either he is trying to tell her that it is hot to touch, or she shouldn't touch.

Then she laughs when he should the hands-free bottle popping technique. Again.

"It was a twist-off cap. You goofball." Harley use her hand to pop the bottle top off.

Harrowheart scoffs! Now he's the one who gets to be indignant while the runes of his blade light and dim like silent laughter. That's what you get for showing off, dummkopf! Still, there's humor in the situation. Harrow can't help but smile just a little bit as he takes a sip of his beer.

"Varus vassilde," he says, tipping the neck. Seems he likes it!

A quick swig later and he asks her, "Nevris dyrstigost Ærth varë?" His free hand clasps into an open claw cage and he twists it around. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Good ol' beer. It needs no translation." Harley takes a swig of her beer.

She tilts her head at the question, that she doesn't understand. She watches him make the open claw cage with his hand, and twist it around. Is he asking for something. Perhaps something to eat to go with the beer?

"I have pretzels!" She pulls out a bag from her grocery bag. "Oh! And gummy worms!" That bag is a lot bigger. It is twice the size as the pretzels.

"Bier! Ja, gutes bier!" Harrowheart knows those words! He broadly smiles at his major (minor) victory. Harley is speaking Almost German. He can Almost work with this! Oh, but then she keeps on talking, and so quickly too. It's so hard to follow! His eyes dart around her face as she speaks, then he looks at the bags, then back to her, then back to the bags.

"Pretzel," he says with some confidence as he points to that bag, then swings his finger to the candies. "Kammywoims." He raises his eyebrows and nods excitedly. Give him the kammywoims!

He speaks German. Hey this is nice. Harley knows German. She reaches out to grab his free hand, so she can pour some candyworms into his hand. Not planning to give him the whole bag. These are her sweet treats.

"Harrowheart." She points at him.

And then smiles. And speaks slowly. In German. "I'm Harley."

What the hell did she just say to him? "Harro... Haardë?" He shakes his head, shoves some kammywoims into his mouth, washes them down with beer (bad combo, it turns out) and corrects, "Sködaskilde."

But then, woah woah woah. The chick's name! "Harley!" he shouts, rolling his 'r'and drawing out the 'a'. Now he knows! With a laugh he says in German, "Quite the relief to meet someone I understand. So you are from Earth, then."

"A version of Earth." Harley nods. She digs into her bag of candyworms. Happily.

"Good thing we both speak a common language."

Language LOL: Translator Malfunction

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