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and darkness cannot defeat darkness, only light can do that. I've heard of people like you making empty promises that usually end up with the well-intentioned person who wants to get rid of evil in their world being dead or worse than dead."

The PPC has been in operation for decades, and there are many Agents and staff from Arda. Now, Sindarin has multiple dialects in-universe, but one or two would be standard.

There would certainly be a ton of loanwords right off the bat, some of them introducing new consonants or reintroducing vanished consonants. Using Salo's book as a guide for consonant mutations:

*Quab, a crustacean from Ahnonay in Mystverse. The base form would be "queb", with the plural "quib".

*Lenition: "i-gweb" (the quab)

*Nasal mutation: "a chweb" ("for a quab")

*Stop mutation: "e chweb" ("from a quab")

*Liquid mutation: "or chweb" ("above a quab")

*Mixed mutation: "en-gweb" ("of the quab")

Now, a Sindarin speaker may get a Gods Must Be Crazy mission. The main character's name starts with a lateral click consonant. So this is guesswork:

*Lenition: "Gxi" (Xi as the direct object of a sentence)

*Nasal mutation: "a Nxhi" ("for Xi"). Note that the click is nasalized as well as aspirated, as nasalization is what happens when a click follows a nasal.

*Stop mutation: "e Xhi" ("from Xi")

*Liquid mutation: "or Xhi" ("above Xi")

*Mixed mutation: "e-Ngxi". ("of the Xi", if the Suethor forgets the apostrophe in "Xi's" and one doppelgänger in particular needs to be singled out.)

Looking at the "ch" in "Chuck", I gather Sindarin would modify that to /s/?

"Tash is Tash. I am aspect of no other Power. But never mind."

She turned her attention to the new speaker, Rebecca—at least it wasn't Robecca. "You there! You speak the tongue of Sindarin*. I offer you the same deal. Take me to middle-Earth, and I shall take Sauron away forever!"

— *doctorlit thinks those words are Sindarin, hS please correct?

((The funniest part of this is there's no way even the real, fully powered Tash could possibly force Sauron or the Lone Power to do anything against their will. He's just not at that level of power.))

Since restarting the blog I've: presented several books from my vintage/interesting genre fiction collection, blogged about a 1986 Hungarian sci-fi anthology, found a very hard-to-find edition of a Patricia Highsmith novel, and a German version of That One Stephen King Novel he personally pulled from print (if you know, you know - I don't exactly feel great about buying that book, but... well, I wrote about my opinions on it on the blog). I'm trying not to go overboard with the self-promotion, but I've been finding some pretty intriguing stuff lately, so, y'know. Feel free to check it out if you're interested in these kinds of things.

(Warnings: some creepy imagery in some of the posts, very mild language, and a Blacklist item in the Stephen King post - but it's covered in whited-out text, which is how I hide spoilers, trigger warnings and really disturbing stuff, so you can avoid it if you like).

(( But bugging us for it is more fun, so ... ))

And it's not so much goodfic as a series of actual published books.

"Are you a ventriloquist or something? If you are, you're doing a pretty good job." Rebecca had never seen nor heard of Yeerks, and she was wondering if this so-called wizard was completely sane.

"And," Estril added, taking Julian a forward, "no. I've dealt with enough of Your nonsense to help spread it.

"On top of that," the Yeerk continued, "as far as our respective worlds are concerned, You and our Enemy might just be different... aspects of the same Power. Maybe. I'm not a theologian.

"But if that's the case, more of the same won't actually help you." Estril concluded.

Julian followed Estril's comments up with a shrug. He wasn't quite sure what his partner was on about.

When the girl started shouting, Julian instinctively looked her way. After he worked out what she was on about, he quickly shifted gears from stating down Tash, smiled at her, and called out "Hi!"

Suddenly a girl stood up from where she had been sitting unnoticed by everyone. "Hey!" she said loudly. "By Elbereth and Lúthien the fair, you won't turn Narnia into a desert if I have anything to say about it! And you'd never tell the truth, you subtle, perjur’d, false, disloyal knave!"

[Editor's Note: That's right, we here at the Multiverse Monitor have gained EXCLUSIVE access to Tash the Inexorable! All thanks to our intrepid reporter, Leslie Ruth! Apparently, Leslie didn't have time write it out properly, but we've taken the liberty of creating a transcript based on the original audio he recorded while interviewing Tash. Read it here, because you won't get this content anywhere else!]

Leslie Ruth: Hello! Thank you for coming! I understand you turned down a couple of my colleagues for interviews, so I feel quite honored!

Tash: Thou hast called me here.

LR: Uh, yes. Indeed right! Welcome to Headquarters, I suppose.

T: I do feel welcome, yes. It is good.

LR: . . . Good! So, I’m told that your previous . . . you . . . was a student who was training to become an agent here, Ilcharheen?

T: Tash hath always been Tash. Ilcharheen was merely preparation. Now Tash art her full self, and here Tash art.

LR: So . . . you going back to finish your schooling?

T: For what purpose? I know all I need to know. I know what art mine . . . to take.

LR: What do your classmates think of you being a god?

T: I have not asked. Tash hath no "mates." Thou wouldst know something of this, yes?

LR: What do you—Um. Never mind. Let's just . . . keep moving, move along to . . . Uh, okay. We here in the PPC tend to think of you as being from Narnia, the series. But of course, Narnia, the world, isn't really your home, is it? You have your own world.

T: I was birthed of Narnia, by the wicked thoughts hidden away in wicked hearts. But wickedness belongs not in Narnia, and so Tash stays in Tash's Country, and all the wicked alongside.

LR: And what is Tash's Country like?

T: Cooold. Dryyy. Quiiiet. Daaark.

LR: And what do you do there, exactly?

T: I shall take you there, and you shall know.

LR: Whoa ho ho, that will not be necessary! Say, there's a mission record in which you got turned into a parrot and hit with a lightning bolt. Do you remember?

T: . . . I do not, mercifully. It wouldst seem thy organization is thorough in fulfilling its purpose, including the memory erasure. Though not every member is always so successful. Is that not so, Agent Ruth?

LR: . . . What . . . What do you mean? Uh, and I'm not a field agent anymore. You can just call me Leslie.

T: Very well, Leslie.

LR: So, um . . . It seems the people of Calormen worship at least two other gods, apart from you. They're named "Azaroth" and "Zardeenah." What are they like, and what other gods do the Calormene worship?

T: I know not. I hath never met them.

LR: . . . Seriously?

T: Indeed. I cannot speak for them, but I hath been most busy.

LR: You're an immortal deity, all the time in the world, and you . . . just never met them?

T: We didst not hang out.

LR: . . . Wow. Wow. Okay, well. I was kind of hoping to pad this interview out with detailed descriptions of Narniaverse deities that never got mentioned in canon, but sure. You never hung out with them, of course.

T: Worry not. I beg an answer of thee.

LR: Sure, why not?

T: Doth the guilt weigh heavily upon thy mind?

LR: G—G—Guilt? I, uh, I don't know what you mean . . .

T: Of course thou do, Leslie Ruth. Not all men can be as brave as a high king of Narnia, but three partners? All cast into danger and death to save thyself?

LR: That isn't, that's not . . . What, did you look up my history? The official records show—

T: The only record that doth concern me is the one that beats heavy within thy chest now, Leslie Ruth. One partner, caught by an explosion thee detonated too early . . .

LR: There was no time! The Suvian was about to escape!

T: . . . Another partner, cast from thy hands directly into those of the Slow Mutants . . .

LR: It was him or me! The mine cart was too heavy!

T: . . . The last partner, blinked away with a whole story as its author cut the thread.

LR: The fic was being deleted! That wasn't my fault, she just didn't make it through the portal in time!

T: So thou hast convinced thyself. But I yet feel thy hand upon her shoulder. I feel thee shoving her backwards.

LR: Noooooooo . . .

T: Yes, thee may run now, Leslie Ruth. Thou may run, but thou mayst not hide from the end. The Inevitable will find thee. I am the Inevitable.

[Ed: Fantastic interview, Leslie! And we really miss you, so if you're reading this, come back to the office, okay?]

—doctorlit wrote this entirely on his cell phone '~'

My desktop has died, so I'm still working out to get the token system going, but I'm definitely going to read the rest eventually!

—doctorlit

She clutched the unmet hand closed as she hissed the "this" out through her teeth. "Thou will take me to thy world, and I will bring back this, this 'Muddler' with me. Thy world shall be safe—I offer nothing but truth in these words."

She leapt up nimbly and landed with her feet on the headrest of the seat in front of the one Estril-and-Julian sat in. It was empty; unsurprisingly, the area around the speakers was quite deserted by now. The citizens of HQ who still lingered in the auditorium were close to the door, and didn't seem particularly invested in approaching.

Tash flung her arms, making her dress billow out in an unseen wind yet again. "And I shall return to Narnia, where I cannot stand against the Lion. But perhaps your great Enemy can! And together, we shall topple the reign of the Lion at last! And reshape Narnia into a boundless desert of death!" She laughed then, evil laughter . . . but coming out of a skinny teenage girl's lungs, it was more of a tee-hee-hee. Nonetheless, it came close to emptying the stragglers still in the room with them.

—doctorlit thinks that's enough scene-chewing for one turn . . .

((I was just having a nice quiet box of popcorn, and now half the PPC's here swiping it, along with a dog who could have shown up in WicDiv of his own accord.

((...

((... I wonder if Ponch can create some more popcorn for us.))

((~hS))

((Jumping on the bandwagon of spectating! I don't know who Julian and Estril are, but this is fun!))

((Right, the mission. Claire, if you're reading this, did you want to get the ball rolling there, or leave it to Tash skulking outside the RC to start?))

((Adaptations, hS? Why not go for the original Jadis?))

((Ooooh crap, no. Sand explosion is too good to lose. Tomash, may I present the following edit?))

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Just as the crowd was beginning to murmur their disquieted reactions to each other, the sand on the stage and in the three remaining sand figures blasted outwards, coating the nearest seating levels in grey and increasing the level of alarm among the audience.

And Tash was gone.

Her question, however, did not go unanswered. From near the back of the crowd, Estril-and-Julian called out, with one voice that nevertheless gave the distinct impression of belonging to two people at once, "Fairest and Fallen, greetings and defiance!"

And Tash was back, instantly reforming from the sand in the same place she had stood before. She had not expected "defiance."

—doctorlit, refusing to surrender his one allotted sand explosion for the year

(( Also: hi, hello, I still exist and I really, really hope I can get my brain to do something in this thread soon. ~Neshomeh ))

This might still be helpful for folks on Chrome or something else. Thanks! {= )

~Neshomeh

Ok, yes, from a technical perspective I can go in the database and edit things or give myself the moderator flag, but socially that power belongs to the Nameless Admin (which is a title I don't hold, and giving it to me is a separate discussion)

So, Their Adminship needs to go in to the post that started the RP, edit it, and change the sort timestamp to something more recent (I think there's also a box that'll need to be checked to make the change go through).

...D'oh.

All that work for nothing. Ah well!

It's been over a year since I've had popcorn because I have braces, and my family has agreed not to make it because having popcorn in the house and being forbidden to eat it is torture. Now I'm forcing myself to not steal this popcorn for fear of incurring your wrath. -Claire, who really wants to eat your popcorn and is trying not to succumb to the temptation of stealing it