#Borduria

[tintinology]

doesn't tintin always speak french because he visits colonies

Not necessarily. Of all the countries he visits, the only ones I can think of that would be French or Belgian colonies are Congo and Morocco (Bagghar, while fictional, is said to be located in this country). Shanghai had a French concession, though whether that's the one that Tintin visits (as opposed to the British concession for example) or not is unclear. And he does visit French-speaking countries in Europe (Switzerland and France) where he presumably is speaking French. But they're far from being the only ones he visits.

As for the other countries he goes to, some are English colonies (Egypt, India) or former colonies (US), so I don't think they'd necessarily speak French there. Not to mention that he also visits South America a couple of times and the characters from the countries he goes to are shown to speak Spanish (think of General Alcazar exclaiming "Caramba!" or Zorrino calling him "señor"). It's not a stretch to believe that there might be people who speak French there, but it certainly wouldn't be the norm. I doubt the Incas were speaking French, tbh.

For the fictional countries, it's harder to say. Khemed could have at some point been a French colony, but it's never specified, and both Syldavia and Borduria have their own (possibly Salvic?) language, though again, it's possible that they know some French (King Muskar might have spoken French, for example, it having been the language of European courts for centuries).

Anyways, aside from all that, both Tintin and Haddock canonically speak English; it's especially obvious in the French version of Tintin in Tibet, where Tintin actually switches to English to ask for directions and Haddock asks some kids if he can eat the peppers in English.

It does admittedly suggest that they do speak French most of the time and that switching to English is notable enough to be written out explicitly, though it's hard to say for sure. But Tintin definitely doesn't only visit francophone colonies, so if he's speaking French, it's not (solely) because of that. It's more likely just something that we're supposed to ignore as readers.

#I missed some countries there because I felt it might become a bit redundant #don't think french was spoken in the soviet union though #and he visits england and scotland i dont think he spoke french there #anyways yeah the language thing is probably glossed over in the comics for the sake of brevity #and to avoid questions about how tintin can possibly know so many languages at such a young age #but yeah its inaccurate to say he only visits french colonies they're actually a minority among the places he visits #anyways sorry for the long reply lol its just a topic i find interesting #answered #anon #tintin #the adventures of tintin

[hellcab]

@fatass-adam

Chasing provocation, Roth was “protesting” at Heaven's Embassy. Granted, this idea sounded funny in his head. In practice, the joke kinda fell apart.

Regardless, Roth was committed to the bit, much to everyone’s annoyance.

Placard in one hand, loudspeaker in the other, Roth marched around the embassy chanting various nonsense slogans. The issues of protest were never the same either, constantly changing. On one day, he’s protesting Borduria aggression against neighboring states. The next, he’s protesting the outrageous subscription services from VoxTek.

Now he’s protesting Adam and his merry band of harpies. This subject garnered more attention, more than Roth would want. Sinners started joining in one after another, some of which Roth paid to do so. They all were chanting, all making noise to annoy anyone inside the embassy. Roth’s one-man protest was not alone.

“Hey hey, ho ho! Adam’s got an ugly toe! Hey hey, ho ho! Adam’s got an ugly toe!”

Roth doubted Heaven would even respond to this rabble of nonsense. Unknown to him, the object of his protest will show up.

#fatass-adam. #RP.

[aboardthescheherazade]

Hi 👋 !

35, 36, 41 and 42 from"The Adventure of Tintin" Asks

(Sorry about the wait!! I had a LONG day at work IRL ahah)

35. If you were in Tintin, which character would you want to be in?

I assume this means means be a canon character, or a be a character somewhere in the setting? If it's the latter case, I think I'd like to be a civilian in Brussels...you get to live a quiet, scenic life, and you know the Marlinspike crew will tip your local business well

36. Which version of Tintin is your favourite?

I try not to be biased, but I'm most partial to the 1991 TV series version of Tintin - it's likely a combination of nostalgia and of how sassy he is in the English version sometimes. A lot of times, my mind will "hear" Tintin's 1991 voice when reading his dialogue in something. (Except for earlier comic series Tintin; the "voice" sounds more like Finn from the Adventure Time pilot.)

41. Any Tintin OC?

Definitely! There's two I've created, Marlene and Lash (the latter of whom I really need to do more with), and a few characters from the comics I've sort-of adopted. They're the actress sitting next to Rastapopoulos in Tintin In America and the antique store owner near the end of The Broken Ear (both canon characters by like...literally one panel lol)

42. Any Alternate Universe for Tintin?

None that I've created...I really only just play around in the AUs my friends write, but if I had to pick one, I guess I use the Modern AU most. There's a lot of fun in to be found in making jokes about modern culture around the main cast, but also, there's a lot of potential to be had in writing about more serious concepts.

(Note: I've had this concept for several weeks now, and I insist it is not based off of current events happening at this time of writing.) Imagine someone is blatantly using AI to manipulate footage for Bordurian news broadcasts. It's creating tensions with Syldavia, and Tintin is alarmed by how the altered footage is helping the far right in Borduria. Something is going on in Borduria, but when even international news outlets are getting fooled by these alternate broadcasts, Tintin decides to take a case no one else with his publishing network will take, and goes to Borduria to go undercover as a regular citizen...

Meanwhile, Captain Haddock joins Tintin at the last minute as an excuse to get away from Abdullah, who has just been left in the Hall's care. However, the night before they all leave, Haddock is forced to hear Skibidi Toilet videos from down the hall for two hours. He struggles to help Tintin in spite of hallucinating "the bloody Skeetzy-Bee Loo song or god knows whatever"

#asks #tintin #modern au

[kraniumet]

syldavia & borduria > the fake european dictatorship offhandedly invented for fast9 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> any fake european country marveldisney has ever come up with

[patheticprogrammingperson]

Welcome, to maybe the oddest Tintin, that is, if you look a little below the surface.

That's right, King Ottokar's Sceptre, featuring some thinly-disguised nazis.

Plot-line

As in The Broken Ear, we have a heist plot, but this time, it is mixed with war.

We open on Tintin, finding a briefcase on a bench, and taking it back to the address on the label, meets Professor Alembick, a sigillographer, who Tintin promptly agrees to accompany him to the small European country of Syldavia, and a few assassination attempts later, off they go.

However, Tintin is dropped out of the plane and lands in a trailer of gay, with Snowy coming down safely by parachute.

One friendly debate with police later, and dodging yet another assassination attempt, Tintin meets the Milanese Nightingale, promptly runs away, and finally gets captured, and escapes via another failed assassination attempt.

Finally getting to Klow, capital of Syldavia, Snowy steals a dinosaur bone, and Tintin attempts to arrange a meeting with the king, but another assassination attempt attempts, and Tintin enters by force, and gets carried off by police again.

I think I should explain what on earth Tintin wants to speak to the king for, on the flight, Tintin read a magazine, and learnt that the titular sceptre gives the bearer control of the country, and Tintin thinks that the professor has been replaced by an imposter, as part of a scheme to steal the sceptre, and in turn, the country.

Anyway, Tintin is captured, locked up, transferred, but the transfer van crashes, Tintin fakes a concussion, and heads back to the palace, and almost gets run over by the King, finally getting to speak to him.

Tintin promptly convinces the king, and off to the castle where the Sceptre's kept, where, in the treasure chamber, they discover the guards, the professor, the photographer, all knocked out, the display case open, and the scepter gone.

Now, we have the events of the plot laid out, but I'll wait to explain it till the end.

There is some back-and-forth, Tintin works it out, and finds the crooks, in the woods, with the sceptre, and they run, of course, Tintin pursues, and some back-and-fourth later, Tintin has the sceptre, and is overlooking a hidden airfield, stocked with fighter aircraft. Tintin steals one, and makes their way back to Klow, the sceptre is saved, Tintin gets a medal, and the plot wraps up with the Thom(p)sons nearly downing.

So, that's the plot, but what about the plot?

The core element of the scheme was the professor, who had the rare chance to be in the same room as the sceptre, and so they kidnapped him, and his twin brother took his place.

Once they were in the room, the plan was simple, the camera's flash-bulb contained a sedative gas, released when it went off, the photographer, part of the plot, somehow prevented himself from being knocked out.

The key element is getting the sceptre out of the room, which was achieved through the camera itself, modified to be able to launch the sceptre through the window's bars

For once, the plot makes perfect sense, by Tintin standards, there are no real jumps of logic.

Characters

Right, character, this is a bit of a weak point, in my opinion.

Other than the professor, who does have some personality, the rest are rather bland, take the king for one, what can you infer about his character from his depiction?

I'm not saying that they're all pointless nothings, but they do somewhat take a backseat to the plot itself.

Things I like

Well, obviously, the plot, it finally feels properly cohesive, with the true extent of it being gradually revealed, and almost no random chance (other than Tintin not dying when they fall of out a plane)

The setting is excellent as well, a subtle fantasy air to the world, while staying somewhat grounded

Now, because there's not really anywhere else to put it, let's talk about the second world war.

Syldavia and Borduria are, in fact, a simile for Belgium and Germany, placed at in the days before the war, dressed in a southeastern European coat as they may be.

Now, how do I know this? Well, it's not exactly hard to deduce the Messerschmitt Bf-109s, the red flag with white circle and black symbol (though that was altered in late versions), even the name of the leader of the "Iron Guard", the group that orchestrated the whole thing, is named Müstler, a not-so-subtle portmanteau of Hitler and Mussolini./

That aside, I really like the use of a magazine as exposition, it feels like a natural way to convey the information.

Things I don't

This bit's kind of hard to write, as there's not really anything I obviously dislike, and so, guess what? that's right, it's nitpick time!

The professor blindly trusts Tintin

Tintin just happens to hear the professor being kidnapped over the phone.

Tintin doesn't die falling into a pile of hay, and also falls into the hay

Troublesome bits

As far as I can see, this book is entirely non-racist, However, I must remind you, I am not an expert in racism, and may have missed something.

Silly bits

Tintin visits a restaurant which would later move to London, and become a meeting-place for Soviet spies during the Cold War

The Thom(p)sons

Tintin's beard theft

Snowy just happens to fall on a parachute

Snowy steals from a museum

The Thom(p)sons destroy a chandler

Conclusion

This is it

Finally

Tintin feels like Tintin, and it only took 8 books

Highly recommended, go read

Sources

King Ottokar's Sceptre

Sigillography

The Voronov Plot

#include <stdio.h> #book review #tintin

[dragonsarecool]

Whumptober Day 28 - Headache

Twenty Eight: Headache

A/N: Set after ‘Tintin and the Picaros’ and takes place in a timeline where ‘Alph-Art’ never happens.

They don’t come as frequently as they used to, but he swears that it was one of those things that wasn’t improving with age.

He knew it would happen at some point; it was almost inevitable, given the amount of head bashing and trauma he’d experienced. Some doctors would remark how they couldn’t believe he was still awake and talking, and that he should either be in a vegetative state or in the morgue.

Now he looked back on those comments with the same amount of disbelief. 

They seemed to come sporadically at the start; the first time he remembered having an excruciating headache was when he was being held captive by Mitsuhirato in China. He could remember running from gunshots near the train line that they had blown up, yet he was never able to remember actually slamming his head into that tree.

That headache had lasted long after he’d faked being injected with the madness poison, and had persisted well into the early hours of the morning.

At the time, he’d thought nothing of it. He attributed it to the extreme stress of the situation and nothing more.

But they continued to make appearances, with each one being worse than the last. Sometimes he would press his fingers so aggressively into his forehead that the indent marks would take days to fade.

If he was ever asked about his current wellbeing, he would insist to every single doctor he encountered that his head was never the same since that Bordurian agent managed to graze his skull and keep him hospital-ridden for weeks. 

But he never told them how bad he really felt. I can handle it, he would tell himself. I’ve always handled it.

The Captain and Nestor had grown increasingly used to his sudden bouts of ‘illness’ over the years. Sometimes he couldn’t even make it through eating his breakfast without having to return to bed, cradling his head as he wished for the knife that stabbed him between his eyes to finish the job. Nestor would usually produce a cold pack for his forehead and leave a glass of water that often remained untouched for fear of regurgitating it all over his bedsheets.

His breaking point had been once they’d returned from rescuing Calculus in Borduria. He’d woken the entire household a few nights later with his screams, which everyone automatically assumed was due to another nightmare. Haddock and Nestor had abandoned the warm comforts of their respective beds to sprint to Tintin’s room, their concern mounting as the screams grew louder.

As soon as Nestor had thrown the bedroom door open, both men had sprinted inside, only to grind to a halt at the sight before them.

Tintin was kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head buried so deeply within his pillow that Haddock initially thought he’d cut a hole through the centre. His pyjamas were soaked with sweat, his hands trembling as he moaned from the flames of agony that were burning furiously inside his skull. Colourful spots were flashing in disorientating patterns across his field of vision, and any sort of external light that infiltrated his eyelids was enough to make him start gagging in agony.

For some reason he wasn’t taken to hospital for that incident, though the exact reason why was something he would never know. He couldn’t remember much from that night, apart from vomiting profusely all over the Captain’s slippers, something which he would be mortified about until the day he died. All he could recall was seeing the doctor at Marlinspike the following morning, who’d informed him that what he’d experienced was a migraine, and that it was possible they could become a long-term issue. He’d provided a prescription for some strong pain relievers, and advised him to start taking when he felt a headache beginning to brew.

Tintin had shot back, claiming his head seemed to be hurting every day at this point: “Do you want me to destroy my liver? No way am I taking those! I can handle it!”

“Young man,” The doctor had looked down at Tintin over his glasses, his brow furrowing with concern, “are you telling me that you are used to being in pain?”

He’d instantly denied it at first, as was typical for Tintin when it came to anything medical-related. He retracted his statement and managed to usher the doctor out of the door before any further probing of his condition could be conducted. I can handle it.

But as the weeks went by, he found that he could no longer work in the office, for the noise and lights were often too overwhelming, and he’d be curled up under his desk weeping with pain. The boss was supportive and understanding at first, but as the number of calls to the local doctor while Tintin was on the clock became more and more frequent, he started to lose his patience, and eventually asked him to re-evaluate his choice in career: “I can’t have my journalists doing their work from under the desk instead of at it.”

Tintin had packed up his cubicle and went straight home to Marlinspike once his boss had finished giving his ‘recommendation’. He’d stolen one of the Captain’s whiskey bottles that night and drank until he was satisfied he’d have a massive hangover the following morning. I can handle this…

It had taken months before he managed to settle into a new routine. He was able to negotiate with his workplace to research and submit articles from Marlinspike, although he was now limited by his condition as to how far from home he could travel to investigate potential stories. He would go through periods where he could go for runs around the estate with Snowy, but he would also have times where he was bedridden for days.

“Why do I deserve this, Captain?” Tintin asked at breakfast one morning. “W-Why do I have this…this ‘condition’, this problem? I was only doing my job!”

Haddock had no comforting response he could give the young man. Considering you used to get bashed on the head practically every five minutes, it’s no wonder that it caught up with you in the end. Instead, he kept his thoughts private and reached over the dining table to give his friend a pat on the hand. “Every day when I see you, I think the same thing over and over: I’m just grateful that you’re still alive, lad.”

Tintin’s eyes had watered furiously at that statement, even though he refused to let them spill over. I can’t cry; I can handle this.

Every morning he awoke and catch sight of the bottle of painkillers that remained untouched on his bedside table. 

Every morning he thought about taking one, before he decided otherwise.

I can handle it. 

I’ve always handled it.

I have to handle it.

#tintin #the adventures of tintin #adventures of tintin #fanfic #fanfiction #whumptober #whumptober2022 #whumptober 2022

[rvexillology]

Flag of communist Borduria

from /r/vexillology Top comment: more like flag of Moustacheous Borduria

#Flag #communist #Borduria #flags #vexillology

[nervouswreck-96]

Later:

#the calculus affair #tintin animated series #the adventures of tintin #one of my favorite scenes in the entire series #i mean there's just nothing between the last two gifs #i didn't cut anything out #that was how it was presented in the episode #guile hero #tintin #captain haddock #borduria #communism

[sys-garden]

on the tintin wiki again so turns out Herge did actually beileve in dowsing because professional dowser helped find his first wife’s wedding ring once.

also in the cannon of tintin is syldavia and borduria in the soviet union or nah.

also cuthbert caclulus isn’t a very Balkan sounding name

#tintin #professor caclulus

[k00275560]

These are examples of flags used in the Tintin series for fictional countries that could each be used by Hergé to facilitate interesting stories from continents around the world. He skirts the line between fantasy ad reality with the feuds and characters of each country, all based on some real figures or events. 

San Theodoros - 20th century revolutions in Latin America 

Khemed - Oil, sand and Islam 

Syldavia/Borduria -  Southeastern European monarchies, moustache men and a moon landing

*Khemed and San Theodoros also have their fair share of exquisite moustaches and beards 

[catherinepl1996]

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LUISA BECCARIA tie neck tie, £1,150 / Yves saint laurent bag, £455 / Oval ring, £775,775 / Tiffany Co diamond jewellery

#polyvore #fashion #style #LUISA BECCARIA #Yves Saint Laurent #Tiffany & Co. #clothing

[namakkaga-blog]

http://www.namakkaga.com/arunachal-pradesh/list-of-arunachal-pradesh-mlas/

List of Arunachal Pradesh MLAs

Arunachal Pradesh MLAs List

Arunachal Pradesh MLAs – Find the complete details about List of MLAs of Arunachal Pradesh on Namakkaga.com.

Arunachal Pradesh MLAs List 2019

S.No. Constituency Candidate Name Political Party 1 Along East Kento Jini BJP 2 Along West Tumke Bagra BJP 3 Anini Mopi Mihu BJP 4 Bameng Goruk Pordung BJP 5 Basar Gokar Basar NPP 6 Bomdila Shri Dongru Siongju JD(U) 7 Bordumsa – Diyum Somlung Mossang IND 8 Borduria Bogapani Wanglin Lowangdong INC 9 Changlang North Tesam Pongte BJP 10 Changlang South Phosum Khimhun BJP 11 Chayang Tajo Hayeng Mangfi JD(U) 12 Chowkham Chowna Mein BJP 13 Dambuk Gum Tayeng BJP 14 Daporijo Taniya Soki BJP 15 Dirang Shri Phurpa Tsering BJP 16 Doimukh Tana Hali Tara BJP 17 Dumporijo  –  – 18 Hayuliang Dasanglu Pul BJP 19 Itanagar Techi Kaso JD(U) 20 Kalaktang Shri Dorjee Wangdi Kharma JD(U) 21 Kanubari Gabriel Denwang Wangsu BJP 22 Khonsa East Wanglam Sawin BJP 23 Khonsa West Tirong Aboh NPP 24 Koloriang Pani Taram NPP 25 Lekang Jummum Ete Deori BJP 26 Likabali Kardo Nyigyor PPA 27 Liromoba Nyamar Karbak BJP 28 Longding Pumao Tanpho Wangnaw BJP 29 Lumla Jambey Tashi BJP 30 Mariyang-Geku Kanggong Taku JD(U) 31 Mebo Lombo Tayeng INC 32 Mechukha Pasang Dorjee Sona BJP 33 Miao Kamlung Mosang BJP 34 Mukto Pema Khandu BJP 35 Nacho Nakap Nalo BJP 36 Nampong Laisam Simai BJP 37 Namsai Chau Zingnu Namchoom BJP 38 Namsang Wangki Lowang BJP 39 Nari-Koyu Kento Rina BJP 40 Nyapin Bamang Felix BJP 41 Pakke Kessang Biyuram Wahge BJP 42 Palin Balo Raja BJP 43 Pangin Ojing Tasing BJP 44 Pasighat East Kaling Moyong BJP 45 Pasighat West Ninong Ering INC 46 Pongchao Wakka Honchun Ngandam BJP 47 Raga  –  – 48 Roing Mutchu Mithi NPP 49 Rumgong Talem Taboh JD(U) 50 Sagalee Nabam Tuki INC 51 Seppa East Tapuk Taku NPP 52 Seppa West Mama Natung BJP 53 Tali Jikke Tako JD(U) 54 Taliha Nyato Rigia BJP 55 Tawang Tsering Tashi BJP 56 Tezu Karikho Kri IND 57 Thrizino-Buragaon Kumsi Sidisow BJP 58 Tuting Yingkiong Alo Libang BJP 59 Yachuli Taba Tedir BJP 60 Ziro Hapoli Tage Taki BJP

#arunachal pradesh assembly elections 2016 #arunachal pradesh assembly news #arunachal pradesh assembly seats #arunachal pradesh election 2016 #arunachal pradesh government party #arunachal pradesh lok sabha seats #arunachal pradesh mla list party wise #Arunachal Pradesh MLAs #Arunachal Pradesh MLAs List #Arunachal Pradesh MLAs list 2019 #List of Arunachal Pradesh MLAs

[chez-mimich]

… Helene ed io abitiamo in un appartamento che ci piace molto e che piacerebbe anche a te. È grande luminoso, incredibilmente tranquillo: non abbiamo vicini né sopra, né sotto, ci stiamo bene. Il fatto è che si trova nel X arrondiasement, popolato da arabi e pakistani che gestiscono nogozietti redditizi, curdi e afghani che bivaccano intorno alla Gare du Nord sperando di riuscire ad andare in Inghilterra, emarginati e barboni di varie nazionalità che pisciano contro i muri, e infine radical-chic come noi. Ci sarebbe molto da dire sui radical-chic, probabilmente la categoria sociale più bistratta anche dai suoi stessi membri, ed io che ne sono uno, uno vero, da mettere sotto vetro all'archivio di Sèvres vorrei tanto prenedere le loro difese, e approfitterei per prendere le difese del politicamente corretto, anch'esso tanto bistrattato e con cui nessuno vuole avere a che fare. Insomma da bravo radical-chic, sono venuto ad abitare qui non soltanto perché ci sono appartamenti grandi e belli, meno costosti che negli arrondissement più signorili, ma anche perché, a conti fatti, a noi piace. (…) e se domani un decreto mi ordinasse di occupare con la mia famiglia soltanto una stanza di questo bell'appartamento e di cedere le altre a quelle orde di curdi e di afghani accampati per strada, lo troverei estremamente sgradevole, cercherei di andarmene e di organizzarmi altrove, se ancora fosse possibile, una vita più consona ai miei gusti, ma non arriverei a considerare ingiusto quel provvedimento che mi danneggia. Non essendo completamente pazzo, però, so che la giustizia è meno importante degli interessi e dei rapporti di forza, e che, se dal loro punto di vista i dannati della terra hanno ragione di assediare i nostri asili beati, da parte nostra abbiamo ragione a difenderli palmo a palmo. Ma penso che l'argomento ‘questa è casa mia e non tua’, sia fondato per così dire, su principi etologici (Konrad Lorenz, le oche selvatiche, il branco e così via…), non su una buona giustizia e ancor meno su una buona giustizia globale. Come a te, anche a me piacciono paesi come la Syldavia, la Borduria, la Caronia: mi piacevano soprattutto perché nel mio ci stavo bene, insomma ero stato fortunato, ma a ripensarci, non vedo nessun valido motivo per cui il piccolo comune di Liré sia nostro più che dei morti di fame del Sudan…

Emmanuel Carrère, “Propizio è avere ove recarsi”

#emanuel carrère #popoli #migranti

[whittlebaggett8]

Landslide victory for BJP in Arunachal Pradesh assembly polls

Itanagar: The BJP has easily crossed the 31-seat mark in Arunachal Pradesh to assert easy vast majority in the 60-member Assembly, even though its rival Congress has bagged just 4 seats so significantly, the outcomes manufactured readily available by the Election Commission showed.

Counting of votes is continue to underway for five assembly constituencies in the condition.

For the initial time, the BJP will type governing administration in the Himalayan point out with the help of its own MLAs.

The saffron bash has clinched 37 Assembly seats, such as a few unopposed, and is currently using a direct in two constituencies.

The JD(U), which manufactured its maiden entry into the electoral scene of Arunachal Pradesh, gained 7 seats so much, even though one more debutant Countrywide People’s Occasion (NPP) secured four seats.

The lone regional outfit, Peoples’ Social gathering of Arunachal (PPA), bagged a single seat, when two Independents clinched a person seat just about every.

Among the the prominent BJP winners are Main Minister Pema Khandu, who won the election from the Mukto seat, bordering China, for the 3rd time in a row, and his deputy Chowna Mein, who bagged the Chowkham constituency.

In Miao constituency, condition Geology and Mining Minister and BJP nominee Kamlung Mossang beat Chatu Longai of the Congress by 3,856 votes to keep the seat.

Another condition minister Honchun Ngandam, who was seeking re-election from Pongchau-Wakka seat, defeated his nearest rival, Thangkai Khusumchai of the Congress, by a margin of 3788 votes.

The Namsang seat, which witnessed a multi-cornered contest, voted in favour of PHE minister and BJP nominee Wangki Lowang for the third time in a row.

In the prestigious Tawang seat, BJP applicant Tsering Tashi trounced veteran Congress chief Thupten Tempa by a margin of 3,592 votes.

The saffron social gathering, however, faced main setbacks in two vital constituencies.

Though ability minister and BJP applicant Tamiyo Taga tasted defeat at the arms of newcomer Talem Taboh of the JD (U) in Rumgong, Assembly Speaker Tenzing Norbu Thongdok, who represented the Kalaktang constituency for two terms, unsuccessful to wrest the seat from JD(U) greenhorn Dorjee Wangdi Kharma.

State House Minister Kumar Waii, who stop the BJP to be a part of the NPP, missing the Bameng assembly seat to beginner Gorduk Pordung of the saffron social gathering.

The Congress has retained three of the 42 seats it had received in 2014 – Sagalee seat, Mebo, Borduria-Bogapani – though wresting Pasighat West from the BJP.

Arunachal Pradesh Congress Committee (APCC) president Takam Sanjoy, nonetheless, confronted defeat in Lekang, with newcomer Jummum Ete Deori of the BJP clinching the seat by 5493 votes.

Deori is the daughter-in-law of previous Rajya Sabha MP from the state, Omem Moyong Deori.

In the 2014 Assembly elections, the Congress experienced won 42 seats, BJP 11, PPA 5 and and two Independents received one seat each individual.

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[donboscosalesianportal]

Inde- Le diocèse de Miao fête son nouvel évêque auxiliaire : Mgr Dennis Panipitchai, SDB

Inde- Le diocèse de Miao fête son nouvel évêque auxiliaire : Mgr Dennis Panipitchai, SDB

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  (ANS – Borduria) – Le P. Salésien Dennis Panipitchai a été ordonné évêque auxiliaire du diocèse de Miao, Inde, durant une cérémonie solennelle dans le village de Bonduria, jeudi dernier 2 août.  Environ 4000 personnes, venant de tout le Pays, ont assisté à la célébration, qui a aussi fait mémoire de…

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[dragonsarecool]

Whumptober Day 16 - Paralytic Drugs

Sixteen: Paralytic Drugs

A/N: Set between 'The Calculus Affair' and 'The Red Sea Sharks'. The paralytic drug chosen for this one-shot did exist during Tintin's lifetime, although I have played with the dosage that was traditionally used. Also the new longest oneshot so far!

It had been six months since Borduria, and nothing had happened.

No kidnappings, no assassination attempts, no Bordurian agents shooting down the front door; it had been surprisingly quiet.

He couldn't help it; he kept wondering when the next thing would happen. They'd become so used to having frequent adventures that living a normal, ordinary life seemed like a fever dream.

The young man found himself pondering this almost obsessively as he sat in the front living room, watching as the days passed by. Eventually autumn gave way and December came through, and he would sip his tea while counting the snowflakes that landed on the windowsill, unable to fully let go of his worries. Surely a criminal is going to burst through that window any time now…

Some would call it paranoia, others would say he was being hypervigilant; Tintin thought he was exerting the right amount of concern. The Captain would sometimes crack a joke at the young man's refusal to believe everything was okay. "You and your paranoia; you'd think you've got the FBI on your trail or something!"

Yet despite the jokes, the older man was deeply aware of how on-edge Tintin truly was. How could he not be, after all the things he'd experienced in his short lifetime? He still couldn't believe Tintin was willing to set foot outside his bedroom door at all, given how often he'd come close to being killed.

It came to Christmas Eve, and Tintin still found himself fussing over the lack of excitement. Upon enthusiastic advice from the Captain (which he would've described as harassment), he'd successfully applied for the first Christmas period off since he first joined the journalism industry. He quickly grew bored, his fingers dancing idly over his typewriter as he longed for a story to investigate.

But, like the Captain had continually reminded him, Christmas was a time for rejuvenation and relaxation. He'd even sent Nestor on holidays early, and instructed the man not to return until January 2nd.

Tintin just hoped it wouldn't mean he'd be stuck dealing with a blackout-drunk Captain for a week.

It had come as a surprise to the young man when Haddock announced in the late afternoon on Christmas Eve that he was going out. "I don't mean to the market or anything like that, lad," The Captain clarified, shoving his jacket on. "Just going for a stroll."

"But Captain," Tintin spoke, "you do realise it's only a few degrees outside?"

"And?"

Tintin blinked, trying to think of an appropriate response. "…Bit cold for a walk, isn't it?"

"Nonsense, lad! You forget that I once sailed on decks in this sort of weather!" Haddock adjusted his hat. "Well, I mean, it wasn't snowing in the ocean, but-"

"I think I understand, Captain," Tintin laughed, taking another sip of his tea. "Now go on and enjoy your fresh air."

Haddock snorted as he opened the front door. "Enjoy your window watching, my friend!"

Tintin laughed as he watched his friend depart, only to hide the fact that Haddock was unknowingly speaking the truth. So many threats had come through that front door over the years; it made sense to him that the best place to observe for danger was in the living room.

Perhaps I am being paranoid.

He continued to sit in the living room long after he'd finished his cup of tea. He hadn't realised how long he'd been standing guard until Snowy trotted into the room, sniffing his legs and whining. "Oh, of course! Must be dinner time for you, boy!"

With the faithful canine weaving in and out of his legs, Tintin made his way to the kitchen, shivering at the sudden drop in temperature as he entered the tile-coated room. He pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands as he sorted through the main pantry, looking for Snowy's favourite dry food. Makes me wonder how many layers Nestor has to wear when working in here.

Snowy gave a grateful bark as Tintin lowered the bowl of food to the floor, tucking in feverishly. The reporter smiled, returning the container to the pantry and brushing the crumbs from his palms. "De rien, mon garçon."

Upon returning to the living room, Tintin's eyes were immediately drawn to an open front door, and he felt his stomach drop. The Captain can't be home already…

He'd barely taken a single step before he felt a sharp prick in his deltoid. "Merde!" His hand instinctively flew to the area and began to massage it. Oh, no no no…Am I going to drop dead or what?!

"Such language, monsieur!" The mysterious man's voice carried a sharp French accent. Having already pocketed the needle and syringe, he firmly grabbed Tintin by the shoulders before the young man could think about running. "I hardly think it appropriate."

"Says the man who just broke in and jabbed me!" Tintin snapped, struggling in the man's grasp. His eyes widened with horror as he realised what his brain was trying to tell him. "…Why are my legs numb?!"

"I prefer no chloroform, monsieur. Makes the job unpleasant for both of us," The man commented, watching in delight as Tintin began to sag to the floor. "Instead, I give small dose of curare. Takes care of things very quickly."

I HATE criminals who prefer creative methods. Tintin could only watch in abject terror as his legs stopped responding to him, his anxiety beginning to peak as he felt the same sensation spreading to his arms and torso. "You're insane! You could kill someone with that stuff!"

"Same argument for chloroform, young man," The man hoisted Tintin underneath his arms and began to drag him across the living room. "But I have been in this business long time and know it very well. I assure you, I know what I do."

"You're a professional, then?" Tintin spat, wiggling his fingers in the vain hopes of stopping them from becoming paralysed. "What do you want with us?! There's not much of value here!"

"I assure, monsieur, there is plenty! You just do not see it," Grunting heavily, the intruder hoisted Tintin onto the couch, arranging his limbs as to prevent them from dangling over the edge. "You are heavier than first appear, monsieur."

"Et ton angles c'est merde." Tintin snapped, glaring at the man's features through his balaclava. He suddenly became aware of an uncomfortable pressure in his chest, and unconsciously found himself beginning to breathe faster. Please don't tell me this paralyses the diaphragm as well!

A coarse laugh escaped from the thief as he placed a cushion under Tintin's head. "Tu es un drôle d'homme. But please excuse me; I have work to do."

Tintin found himself staring into the man's piercing blue eyes, only to realise that it was because the muscles in his neck had stopped responding, and he was now being forced to gaze upright. "You won't get away with this! My housemate will return soon!"

He heard a scoff from the intruder. "I watch you closely for few days, monsieur. He will be gone some time."

The young man struggled to find an appropriate retort, partially because he could feel his jaw beginning to stiffen. He tried to hiss a final remark at the intruder, only for his mouth to fall closed as the paralysis took over. "Hmmgh!"

"No point grunting, monsieur. It paralyses vocals too," The intruder's voice had grown fainter, presumably due to beginning his treasure hunt through Marlinspike.

He stared dully at the ceiling as he waited for his assailant to finish his search, his frustration mounting at an alarming rate. I can't help but be genuinely curious as to what he finds so valuable that he has to break in.

Although it was a very rough guess, he estimated ten minutes had elapsed before he caught a glimpse of the man in his peripheral vision, carrying a full potato sack of stolen goods. "Not as much as I hoped, but still good profit."

Tintin instinctively tried to growl, only for nothing to escape his throat. You despicable bátard.

"I see your anger. But consider yourself lucky, my young friend," The intruder suddenly kneeled next to the young man, snarling so close to Tintin's ear that his breath sent a tickling sensation down his ear canal. "I purposely give small dose. I am a thief, not a killer. You'll be uncomfortable for a few hours, but you will not perish. None of my others have died."

Tintin could only widen his eyes as the severity of the situation sunk in. He felt himself grow cold all over. No no no no no! I can't be left like this! The Captain won't be back until dinner!

The intruder sniggered as he noticed Tintin's silent distress, and clutched his rucksack of stolen goods tighter. "Bonsoir, monsieur."

He heard the front door slam shut, and found himself blinking away a fresh flurry of tears. Oh, mon Dieu…

*****

If the paralysing agent didn't kill him, he was sure the boredom would.

He'd given up on counting the hours a long time ago. What was the point when you couldn't see the clock? Instead, he tried to rely on the hourly chime from the grandfather clock in the dining room, though it was ultimately useless due to the distance.

He'd been fretting with worry about Snowy until he heard the familiar screeching of the Captain's cat. Of course he's chasing the damn cat…probably hasn't even realised anything is wrong.

Tintin tried to sigh, only for it to come out as a slightly-louder exhale. When he said 'hours', did he mean two to three hours, or longer? I can't stay like this for a whole day!-

The front door was thrown open, revealing the most beautiful sound in the world. "Tintin! I'm home! And I hope you like English whiskey, for we're sharing a bottle of it tonight!"

Tintin blinked furiously, his heart leaping in his chest. Captaine! Help!

"Tintin? Where are you, lad?"

The young man's eyes snapped to the side as he futilely fought to look at the doorway. He desperately wanted to cry, to scream, to move even his eyebrows, yet none of his muscles would respond to his commands. I'm here! Captaine! I'm in here!

It took a few agonisingly-long minutes before the Captain had finally looked into the living room, for he heard the distinctive sounds of English swearing. "Blistering barnacles!" Haddock dropped his shopping and sprinted to the young man's side. "Is he alive? Tintin!"

Tintin found himself staring past the Captain's eyes, blinking furiously as he desperately tried to turn his head. I'm alive! Captain! Ugh, it's a shame he doesn't understand morse code!

Haddock was puzzled, but the message seemed to click quickly. "Can you speak?"

Two blinks. Obviously I can't!

"Okay, I'm going to take that as a no. Can you move at all?!" Haddock's voice pitched slightly.

Two blinks and an irritated exhale. What I wouldn't give to be a telepath right now…

The Captain placed a hand to the young man's cheek, turning him so that their eyes could meet. "Oh, lad, I'm so sorry…what the devil happened?!"

Tintin blinked. I'm just doing this for fun. What the hell do you think happened?!

"Right, of course. I'm going to have to work this out then. Was it…those Bordurian idiots who kidnapped Calculus?"

Two blinks.

"Allan Thomson and his gang of iconoclasts?"

Two blinks.

"Rastapopolos?"

All Tintin could respond with was a blink, and he felt as though his chest would burst with rage. This is going to get old very quickly.

******

Of course there was a once-in-a-century blizzard that had sealed Marlinspike off from the rest of civilisation, meaning the doctor couldn't come.

Of bloody course.

Had he been physically capable to do so, Tintin would've grumbled. Instead, all he could give the Captain was an irritated blink. Putain d'enfer…

At least the Captain had tried to summon some help for him; he was grateful for the effort. Despite being unable to come and treat Tintin in person, the doctor was at least smart enough to provide Haddock with advice on how to support him as the paralysis drug was metabolised from his system. "He said lots of words that I don't understand, lad, but I'm pretty sure it's not rocket science."

Tintin blinked. Mon Dieu, this better be over soon, or I will go insane…

He blinked again.

Hang on.

My hand feels different…

His curiosity building, Tintin tried to move the fingers on his left hand, a small ball of delight growing in his chest as he felt them collapse into a fist. Bien! It's starting to wear off! He flexed the digits a few more times, his confidence growing as he felt his muscles grow stronger.

He caught a glimpse of Haddock out of the corner of his eye, who was still occupied with cleaning up the fragments of the broken whiskey bottle from when he dropped his groceries. There's no way he'll look over and notice. Captaine! Focusing all of his energy into his hand, Tintin's eye lit up as he finally managed to snap his fingers.

"What the?!" Haddock jumped, dropping the broom handle in surprise. To Tintin's relief, he turned to face the source of the sound, his face lighting up as he saw the reporter's hand moving. Although his hand seemed to have returned to normal, his wrist was still half-paralysed and offered limited motion. "Blistering barnacles, Tintin!"

Satisfied with this first step in communication, Tintin concentrated as he tried to mime writing. Get me a notepad, Captain!

"You want to write something?" Haddock's voice was laced with confusion. "Lad, you can barely move that hand, let alone write with it! Just wait a bit longer and the doctor will be here-"

Tintin responded by clicking furiously and miming a pen. Get. Me. A. Notepad.

He heard the Captain sigh angrily as he darted from the room, returning a few minutes later with the requested utensils. He clumsily grasped the pen in his left hand, struggling to twist it around his fingers. 1 intruder. Was planned.

Haddock took a minute to interpret the scrawled handwriting. "At least it wasn't a gang of thugs this time, I suppose. Are you alright though?"

Ok. Will wear off. Curare.

"Really? Not chloroform this time? Why the hell did he give you that stuff?!" Haddock snapped angrily. Realising what his words implied, he quickly backtracked. "Not that I'm not glad you're awake, lad…it's just-"

Tintin attempted to grunt in his throat, and was pleased when a small sound managed to escape. I understand, Captain, and I'm just as surprised as you are.

He reached out as far as his paralysis would allow, clasping the Captain's hand in his own and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I'll be okay, Captain. It'll be okay. And I did have a genuine reason to be paranoid after all.

A/N: Bien = good

De rien, mon garçon = you're welcome, my boy

Merde = shit

Et ton angles c'est merde = and your English is shit

Tu es un drôle d'homme = you are a funny man

Bonsoir monsieur = good day sir

Putain d'enfer = bloody hell

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