FS's French Lesson
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firstsilvera as a thank you for posting fic-bits in german to help me practice it. :c) (I might try to leave a 'review' in german on them too some time soon, to actually unrust my german-writing skills as well. ^^; )
And also to return the favour.
Is probably a bit long (around 500 words) and complicated for a first bit, but the plunny demanded I do around half of this as a horror show, and I wanted to at least post some that wasn't. Hope you don't mind.
Also, this "plunny" has decided it's going to be in the continuity of my "monster" Fic In Progress "Nuit d'Etoiles" so not only it works in a similar way (alternating normal scenes with those in the style of a novel or show) but "Terreur de Minuit" also refers to some of the events in it's predecessor (before I even write them, agh.)
So anyways, if some things seem a bit strange, such as Ran being interested in Hakuba on the news, that's why. Hopefully these oddities will be more or less explained later on in the fic-bits I write for this story.
Just as an extra note, "Nuit d'Etoiles" (Starry Nights) is centred around a Kaito Kid heist that happens shortly after Conan accidently acquires the ability to read thoughts. It is punctuated by extracts of a "Night Baron" novel by Yusaku Kudo.
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Pour mes lecteurs Francophones: Ce qui suit est le début/un extrait d'une fic qui fera, je l'espère, suite à "Nuit d'Etoiles" et contiendra fort probablement des spoilers sur les évênements non encore décrits dans cette fic.
Bonne Lecture~!
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"Tremble, mon enfant, tremble!" Cria la voix d'outre-tombe, tandis que la jeune femme courait à en perdre haleine dans l'autre sens.
Un croassement sinistre de corbeau vint ponctuer les cris apeurés de la fuyarde, tandis que la voix rauque continuait de rire tout en se moquant d'elle.
Un nuage vint alors cacher le pleine lune, faisant ainsi disparaître du cimetière la lueur blafarde qui l'illuminait encore.
Momentanément aveuglée, la pourchassée ne vit ni la branche qui lui griffa le visage tout en s'agrippant à ses longs cheveux noirs, ni la racine d'arbre à ses pieds qui la fit trébucher.
"Non!" hurla-t-elle, avant de s'étaler de tout son long parterre. Se mordant la lèvre, elle tenta de se relever tout en retenant un sanglot.
Mais il était déjà trop tard...
Derrière elle, l'ombre noire d'un homme s'était matérialisée.
Elle frissonna en voyant la couleur argentée qu'avaient encore ses cheveux malgré l'absence de lumière. Ses yeux brillaient tels deux pics de glace bleutés, et quant à ses mains...
"Tu es à moi, maintenant..." L'apparition tendit vers elle une main brillante, comme illuminée de l'intérieur... Illuminée d'une couleur rouge sang.
Ne pouvant plus tenir, sa future victime ferma les yeux dans un moment de faiblesse, pour se remémorer le visage d'un jeune homme à lunettes.
"Au secours!!!"
-
"Kyaaaa!"
"Ah non Ran, pas question que tu changes de chaîne! On en était juste au meilleur moment!"
Se levant de sofa pour tenter, vainement, de récupérer la télécommande des mains de sa meilleure amie, Sonoko était partagée entre l'agacement face à cette interruption inopportune de son feuilleton préféré et le fou rire face à la terreur qu'elle pouvait lire dans les traits de la jeune Ran Mouri.
"Mais comment veux-tu que je regarde un truc pareil, Sonoko?! Le fantôme allait la tuer!"
"Ah, si seulement! Tu crois que ça sert à quoi les héros, hein?" Encore un peu plus, et elle allait pouvoir attraper le bras, levé en hauteur, de la froussarde. Pas question qu'elle manque la fin cette fois ci!
La télévision, délaissée par les deux adolescentes dans leur lutte pour le contrôle, faisait défiler les unes après les autres les diverses chaînes de l'abonnement satellite des Suzukis.
Soudain, distraite par une des rares annonces passagères à avoir attirée son attention, la jeune fille aux longs cheveux noirs relâcha la pression sur la bouton 'changer de chaîne' pour voir ce dont il s'agissait.
"Mais ça parle de Hakuba!"
"Hein?"
Ne clignant des yeux qu'un court instant, la brunette au bandeau se reprit en main rapidement, et d'un geste victorieux elle s'empara la télécommande tant convoitée, à la plus grande horreur de la fille plus distraite.
"Ah, mais attends, Sonoko!"
Cependant Ran n'eut point besoin de ce dire, puisqu'à la vue de l'écran, Sonoko perdit toute envie de retourner à son émission.
"Mais... Cette image?!"
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à suivre...
"Fear me, child, fear me!" Cried the disembodied voice, as the young woman ran with all her might in the other direction.
The sinister croak of a crow came to punctuate the fleeing girl's terrified cries, as the cracked voice continued to laugh at her.
A cloud then came to hide the full moon, making the pale glow that had still been shining on the graveyard disappear.
Momentarily blinded, the hunted person did not see the branch that scratched her face while it caught onto her long black hair, nor did she see the tree root underfoot that made her trip.
"No!" she yelled, before crashing full length to the ground. Biting her lip, she tried to rise again while holding back a sob.
But it was already too late...
Behind her, the black shade of a man had materialized.
She shivered seeing the silver colour his hair still had despite the lack of light. His eyes shone like two blue pricks of ice, and as for his hands...
"You are mine, now..." The apparition stretched out towards her a shining bright hand, that seemed to glow from inside... Glow with a blood red colour.
Unable to stand any more, his future victim shut her eyes in a moment of weakness, to recall the face of a young bespectacled man.
"Help me!!!"
-
"Kyaaaa!"
"Oh no Ran, no way do you change the channel! We were just at the best moment!"
Rising from the sofa to attempt, without success, to recuperate the channel changer from her best friend's hands, Sonoko was split in between annoyance facing this unwelcome interruption of her favourite series and mad giggles in front of the terror she could read in the young Ran Mouri's face.
"How can you expect me to watch such a thing, Sonoko?! The ghost was going to kill her!"
"Oh, if only! What do you think heroes are for, eh?" A little more, and she should be able to catch the raised arm of the scaredy-cat. No way was she going to miss the end this time!
The Television, discarded by the two teenagers in their wrestle for control, was showing turn in turn varied channel after channel of the Suzuki's satellite subscription.
Suddenly, distracted by one of the rare passing announcements to have caught her attention, the long black-haired young girl released her hold on the channel changing button to see what it was about.
"But it's about Hakuba!"
"Huh?!"
Only blinking for a short instant, the brunette with a head-band quickly got a hold of herself, and with a victorious swipe she grabbed the much coveted channel changer, to the great horror of the more distracted girl.
"Oh, but wait, Sonoko!"
However Ran had not needed to say that, since at the sight of the screen, Sonoko lost all desire to return to her show.
"But... That picture?!"
-
To be continued...
Hopefully helpful vocabulary:
- Trembler: Literally means to Tremble. But since in this context it means with fear, I translated it as "Fear me". The french verb "Craindre" (to fear) isn't as classy for vilains as a nicely put "Tremblez!"
- Outre-tombe: literrally "out of the grave". Disembodied. My friendly english-french dictionary translates "une voix d'outre-tombe" as "in a lugubrious voice."
- courir à perdre haleine: literrally "to run so as to lose your breath." Used to describe the act of running desperately/with all haste.
- rauque: hoarse, husky.
- s'étaler par terre: to fall flat on one's face. "étaler" on it's own means to spread. Par Terre is on the ground. S' is "se" and means self. Enjoy the mental picture~!
- ombre: shadow or shade.
- On en était... Similar to "Man ist/war..." in german, unless I'm mistaken. "On" is probably the closest the french have to a neutral "it", although they tend to use it instead of "we" at times. "On en était" vaguely means "We were at..."
- "dans les traits de Ran Mouri..." I translated it as face, but "trait" is literrally a line. Here it meant the lines of her face, her expression.
- froussarde: comes from "avoir la frousse" to be scared (stiff). A synonym to "la frousse" is "la trouille". Neither are very polite ways of saying "peur". Froussarde = Chicken, scaredy-cat.
firstsilvera as a thank you for posting fic-bits in german to help me practice it. :c) (I might try to leave a 'review' in german on them too some time soon, to actually unrust my german-writing skills as well. ^^; )And also to return the favour.
Is probably a bit long (around 500 words) and complicated for a first bit, but the plunny demanded I do around half of this as a horror show, and I wanted to at least post some that wasn't. Hope you don't mind.
Also, this "plunny" has decided it's going to be in the continuity of my "monster" Fic In Progress "Nuit d'Etoiles" so not only it works in a similar way (alternating normal scenes with those in the style of a novel or show) but "Terreur de Minuit" also refers to some of the events in it's predecessor (before I even write them, agh.)
So anyways, if some things seem a bit strange, such as Ran being interested in Hakuba on the news, that's why. Hopefully these oddities will be more or less explained later on in the fic-bits I write for this story.
Just as an extra note, "Nuit d'Etoiles" (Starry Nights) is centred around a Kaito Kid heist that happens shortly after Conan accidently acquires the ability to read thoughts. It is punctuated by extracts of a "Night Baron" novel by Yusaku Kudo.
==========
Pour mes lecteurs Francophones: Ce qui suit est le début/un extrait d'une fic qui fera, je l'espère, suite à "Nuit d'Etoiles" et contiendra fort probablement des spoilers sur les évênements non encore décrits dans cette fic.
Bonne Lecture~!
==========
-
"Tremble, mon enfant, tremble!" Cria la voix d'outre-tombe, tandis que la jeune femme courait à en perdre haleine dans l'autre sens.
Un croassement sinistre de corbeau vint ponctuer les cris apeurés de la fuyarde, tandis que la voix rauque continuait de rire tout en se moquant d'elle.
Un nuage vint alors cacher le pleine lune, faisant ainsi disparaître du cimetière la lueur blafarde qui l'illuminait encore.
Momentanément aveuglée, la pourchassée ne vit ni la branche qui lui griffa le visage tout en s'agrippant à ses longs cheveux noirs, ni la racine d'arbre à ses pieds qui la fit trébucher.
"Non!" hurla-t-elle, avant de s'étaler de tout son long parterre. Se mordant la lèvre, elle tenta de se relever tout en retenant un sanglot.
Mais il était déjà trop tard...
Derrière elle, l'ombre noire d'un homme s'était matérialisée.
Elle frissonna en voyant la couleur argentée qu'avaient encore ses cheveux malgré l'absence de lumière. Ses yeux brillaient tels deux pics de glace bleutés, et quant à ses mains...
"Tu es à moi, maintenant..." L'apparition tendit vers elle une main brillante, comme illuminée de l'intérieur... Illuminée d'une couleur rouge sang.
Ne pouvant plus tenir, sa future victime ferma les yeux dans un moment de faiblesse, pour se remémorer le visage d'un jeune homme à lunettes.
"Au secours!!!"
-
"Kyaaaa!"
"Ah non Ran, pas question que tu changes de chaîne! On en était juste au meilleur moment!"
Se levant de sofa pour tenter, vainement, de récupérer la télécommande des mains de sa meilleure amie, Sonoko était partagée entre l'agacement face à cette interruption inopportune de son feuilleton préféré et le fou rire face à la terreur qu'elle pouvait lire dans les traits de la jeune Ran Mouri.
"Mais comment veux-tu que je regarde un truc pareil, Sonoko?! Le fantôme allait la tuer!"
"Ah, si seulement! Tu crois que ça sert à quoi les héros, hein?" Encore un peu plus, et elle allait pouvoir attraper le bras, levé en hauteur, de la froussarde. Pas question qu'elle manque la fin cette fois ci!
La télévision, délaissée par les deux adolescentes dans leur lutte pour le contrôle, faisait défiler les unes après les autres les diverses chaînes de l'abonnement satellite des Suzukis.
Soudain, distraite par une des rares annonces passagères à avoir attirée son attention, la jeune fille aux longs cheveux noirs relâcha la pression sur la bouton 'changer de chaîne' pour voir ce dont il s'agissait.
"Mais ça parle de Hakuba!"
"Hein?"
Ne clignant des yeux qu'un court instant, la brunette au bandeau se reprit en main rapidement, et d'un geste victorieux elle s'empara la télécommande tant convoitée, à la plus grande horreur de la fille plus distraite.
"Ah, mais attends, Sonoko!"
Cependant Ran n'eut point besoin de ce dire, puisqu'à la vue de l'écran, Sonoko perdit toute envie de retourner à son émission.
"Mais... Cette image?!"
-
à suivre...
ENGLISH VERSION GOES HERE: eat me.
(To read, drag your mouse over the white text below.)
Midnight Terror.
FEAR ME!
-(To read, drag your mouse over the white text below.)
Midnight Terror.
FEAR ME!
"Fear me, child, fear me!" Cried the disembodied voice, as the young woman ran with all her might in the other direction.
The sinister croak of a crow came to punctuate the fleeing girl's terrified cries, as the cracked voice continued to laugh at her.
A cloud then came to hide the full moon, making the pale glow that had still been shining on the graveyard disappear.
Momentarily blinded, the hunted person did not see the branch that scratched her face while it caught onto her long black hair, nor did she see the tree root underfoot that made her trip.
"No!" she yelled, before crashing full length to the ground. Biting her lip, she tried to rise again while holding back a sob.
But it was already too late...
Behind her, the black shade of a man had materialized.
She shivered seeing the silver colour his hair still had despite the lack of light. His eyes shone like two blue pricks of ice, and as for his hands...
"You are mine, now..." The apparition stretched out towards her a shining bright hand, that seemed to glow from inside... Glow with a blood red colour.
Unable to stand any more, his future victim shut her eyes in a moment of weakness, to recall the face of a young bespectacled man.
"Help me!!!"
-
"Kyaaaa!"
"Oh no Ran, no way do you change the channel! We were just at the best moment!"
Rising from the sofa to attempt, without success, to recuperate the channel changer from her best friend's hands, Sonoko was split in between annoyance facing this unwelcome interruption of her favourite series and mad giggles in front of the terror she could read in the young Ran Mouri's face.
"How can you expect me to watch such a thing, Sonoko?! The ghost was going to kill her!"
"Oh, if only! What do you think heroes are for, eh?" A little more, and she should be able to catch the raised arm of the scaredy-cat. No way was she going to miss the end this time!
The Television, discarded by the two teenagers in their wrestle for control, was showing turn in turn varied channel after channel of the Suzuki's satellite subscription.
Suddenly, distracted by one of the rare passing announcements to have caught her attention, the long black-haired young girl released her hold on the channel changing button to see what it was about.
"But it's about Hakuba!"
"Huh?!"
Only blinking for a short instant, the brunette with a head-band quickly got a hold of herself, and with a victorious swipe she grabbed the much coveted channel changer, to the great horror of the more distracted girl.
"Oh, but wait, Sonoko!"
However Ran had not needed to say that, since at the sight of the screen, Sonoko lost all desire to return to her show.
"But... That picture?!"
-
To be continued...
Hopefully helpful vocabulary:
- Trembler: Literally means to Tremble. But since in this context it means with fear, I translated it as "Fear me". The french verb "Craindre" (to fear) isn't as classy for vilains as a nicely put "Tremblez!"
- Outre-tombe: literrally "out of the grave". Disembodied. My friendly english-french dictionary translates "une voix d'outre-tombe" as "in a lugubrious voice."
- courir à perdre haleine: literrally "to run so as to lose your breath." Used to describe the act of running desperately/with all haste.
- rauque: hoarse, husky.
- s'étaler par terre: to fall flat on one's face. "étaler" on it's own means to spread. Par Terre is on the ground. S' is "se" and means self. Enjoy the mental picture~!
- ombre: shadow or shade.
- On en était... Similar to "Man ist/war..." in german, unless I'm mistaken. "On" is probably the closest the french have to a neutral "it", although they tend to use it instead of "we" at times. "On en était" vaguely means "We were at..."
- "dans les traits de Ran Mouri..." I translated it as face, but "trait" is literrally a line. Here it meant the lines of her face, her expression.
- froussarde: comes from "avoir la frousse" to be scared (stiff). A synonym to "la frousse" is "la trouille". Neither are very polite ways of saying "peur". Froussarde = Chicken, scaredy-cat.
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Date: 2006-07-04 04:49 am (UTC)FS can't forget her own birthday either. Very nice symmetry. I should have come a few weeks later, in January.
But it seems that FS absolutely wanted to see the world on the 21st December. :)
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Date: 2006-07-11 07:13 pm (UTC)Yeeeah XcD
Same here, I knew people who had the same b-day as my sis but never as me~
long live Gemini~! >cD
And aye, now I can easily remember FS's too :cD
As for FSEPT, yeah, June. XcD
*Dagron who was born earlyyy~ but not too much. Sibling was born early too, but she was born a day later than the doctors wanted, haha >cD*