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OH OK THE COVER IS FULL OF BLOOD
Let's put it under a read more, just in case:
Splash text:
These days smeared with regret and shame
Believe only in that time
That will one day come
In which we have a soft, gentle, thoughtful Syaoran posing like he’s on the cover of a photo shoot; head gently resting on his hands, which are folded on top of the hilt of his sword; lips almost frowning thoughtfully as he gazes at the camera.
And then there’s the blood.
Which is just SO much worse now that he (probably?) has his soul back now. He’s committed untold horrors and will never be free of the shed blood that taints him wherever he goes. But he’s also back! Ish? Maybe?
We have him back and he’s gone after Sakura, but he’s still here wearing an (absolutely incredible) outfit still marked with the bat wings of Evil Wolverine’s dominion. The splash text at least seems to hint that he might be just getting through this, holding out for the hopeful pivotal moment where it all becomes ok again.
Which is wild to say the least.
Would love to know more about what’s going on with him!
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Quahaug Concept Art
Quahaug's concept/reference art! Translation notes and image id under the cut.
Translation notes:
"OP sort of powerset" was literally translated as something like "cheat-like." I feel like OP is the more common English term for that sort of thing, so that's what I used, but some of the meaning was probably lost there.
"Older-tween-ish" was specifically a reference to a particular middle school year for children who are about 12-13 years old. Since grades and names of grades vary a lot from country to country, I just went with "older tween."
ID:
[Image id: Several images displaying different parts of 2 pages of the Triangle Strategy artbook, with both the original Japanese as well as versions with English translations. There are several disclaimers noting that the translator doesn't speak Japanese, and that there are likely many mistakes.
On one page, there is a large colored version of Quahaug's canon portrait, along with a smaller, uncolored version. There is an illustrator's note at the bottom that translates to read, "'Manipulating time' is an OP sort of powerset, so though he looks like a child, I aimed to create a look for him that conveyed a sense of unknowable power. (Tatsuaki Urushibara)".
On the second page, there are many drawings of Quahaug, including a closer bust-up portrait in which he's compared to Lyla, with an arrow and label reading, "Mother." There's also several notes that explain the construction of his costume. The costume is labeled as a Greek "phelonion" (a priest's outfit with no real sleeves, just draping fabric). There is a small drawing of this version, with an arrow leading to another drawing that does have sleeves, with the note, "If you can't
display this in pixels, use this one." There are several notes that explain how this draping cloth should be considered his everyday clothes, while the ceremonial decoration that goes around his neck is placed over it. There is a close up of the ceremonial dressing's fastenings underneath the metal decoration. Some more notes highlight details on his staff, emphasizing the hourglass on top and the small wheel to the side that can be turned to flip the hourglass. A larger piece of text underneath one fullbody drawing reads, "Character Who Manipulates Time."
On the second half of the second page, there are drawings of some beta designs for Quahaug. He looks much more punk-ish. On one bust-up portrait, there are the captions, "The burden of the time demon caused some of his hair to go gray…." and "All-natural highlighted tips." On the same portrait, he is snapping his fingers, and there's a note that reads, "Manipulating time is as easy as snapping your fingers. You just have to want it or whatever." A speech bubble near his head reads, "I don't think of Anna as a mother." A caption pointing to some green markings on his arm reads, "Demonic time seal on body." In a fullbody drawing of his beta design (which is made up mostly of chains that barely cover him as well as a long roughed-up cloak, there is the note, "Almost naked cloak."
At the bottom of the second page, there is another note that reads, "Initially when we hadn't quite figured out the setting, we had an idea for a more older-tween-ish character as displayed here, but after discussing it with the producers and Mr. Ikushima, we went with his current form. As a boy who manipulates time, I placed an hourglass at the tip of his staff, and his face resembles that of his mother, Lyla. (Tatsuaki Irushibara)". /end id]
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Justice For Celebrian!
Celebrian is a Character of Absence in Tolkien's Legendarium: we never truly meet her and yet her absence lingers throughout the text, affecting most every major actor of the Third Age (the eldar most of all).
How-so it this? Through this: the devastating grief, unspoken yet doubtless, of those who knew & loved her.
For Celebrian was this: to Celeborn & Galadriel, their daughter and only child; to Elrond, the Great Love of his life; to Elladan & Elrohir, a mother whom they failed to quickly rescue; to Arwen Undomiel, the mother whom she was never to meet again for choosing the Path of Man.
Celebrian was the Lady of Imladris, the princess in all but name to Lothlorien. She was kin to two Ringbearers and yet neither Ring could save her. We know only that she was gentle and beloved, by some of the most crucial players in the events of the Second & Third Ages of Middle-Earth.
Why Celebrian is Absent
Celebrian's status as one "beloved" by the eldar creates a formidable motive in their hatred of The Shadow. For the means by which Celebrian was "absented" from Middle-Earth was entirely of Its Reckoning: in the 2509th Year of the Third Age, Celebrian was "waylaid by orcs". She was "captured and tormented" until she was, at last, found and rescued by her twin sons.
This Fate is one of Horrific Implication, one that Tolkien's Appendix B avoids elaborating upon (beyond her "receiving a poisoned wound").
Fans have Imagination Enough to consider what Hurts could be beyond even Lord Elrond's means to Heal, beyond any of Galadriel's many powers, beyond the careful comforts found in Imladris & Lothlorien. Whatever befell Celebrian by the creations of Sauron, it left her so wounded that Sailing West (& thus Away from most everyone she had ever known) was her only Hope for recovery.
"Justice" within the Legendarium
The Fate of Celebrian was yet one blow more in a long list of Personal Grievances borne by her Kin against Sauron. The vigilance and ample assistance of Celebrian's Kin during the War of The Ring was undoubtedly inspired, in no small part by her Fate & subsequent Departure.
While Elrond & Galadriel would doubtlessly have aided The Fellowship without this most recent grievance to drive them, the otherwise reclusive eldar of Imladris & Lothlorien would certainly have found Celebrian's Fate "inspiring" enough to take arms once more, "postponing" (or hastening) their Leave of Middle-Earth to seek Justice for their Lost Lady.
"Injustices" in Adapted Works
The Injustices that adapted Tolkien works have done unto Celebrian are many: they have erased her very existence (TROP); they have denied her her Epic & Untold Love Story with her Husband (TROP, again); they have Lessened the person she chose to love by making him a Minor Antagonist (both of PJ's film trilogies); they have stolen the kinship between other characters that they share for her existence (PJ's trilogies imply her existence but fail to utilize its possibilities, many of them comical: Elrond is Galadriel's Son-in-Law; Gimli's Championship of "Grandma Galadriel"; Arwen's Looks being inherited not from Celebrian but from Elrond; etc).
The effects the Live-Action Adaptions have had on the Modern Tolkien Fandom are also Significant: Hugo Weaving's portrayal of Elrond is the most commonly known, despite its OOC-ness; the relationships between Celebrian's Family are unrealised or dismissed; the "Last Homely House", a title probably earned by Elrond & Celebrian both, is considered falsely named; the Many Incentives for Galadriel to Hate Sauron & to have ALWAYS Hated Sauron are... forgotten to enable a "will-they won't-they" romance(???).
To erase Celebrian is to remove from the Second Age one of its silliest love stories: she & Elrond were silently pining for each other for almost 2000 years! This surely amused her mother, who had become afflicted with Sea-Longing some few years prior, & caused Conflict at the Court of King Gil-Galad (for, by wedding Celebrian, Elrond's Claims for High Kingship of the Eldar would become even stronger). The politics are, perhaps, the primary purpose of the would-be couple's long silence: audiences do not know as the potential of their love story has had little attention dedicated to it.
Injustice to Celebrian exists also in the mischaracterization of Elrond: what impression must an audience have, afterall, of the one to love & be beloved by someone so antagonistic to those most in need of "The Last Homely House"? The hostility, the begrudging "hospitality" exhibited by the Elrond of PJ's film trilogies tarnishes not only Elrond but the Legacy of Celebrian as that House's Lost Lady.
(It also creates some varyingly minor/major Plot Holes, such as Elrond's ability to host a Council of the "Free Peoples" in the first place. If his hospitality is so poorly to non-elves, why on Arda would he so frequently be sought for counsel? Furthermore, the Elrond of the Third Age has made himself a Healer: how many elves of this Age would ever need his skill?)
More, varyingly serious charges of "injustice" to Celebrian are sure to follow: my discontent began in the rendering of her husband into a petty antagonist; it has been reignited upon my learning of Amazon's choices in its adapting of the Second Age. Mostly, however, my rallying cry is made in jest: "failures" of adaptions to make Elrond sufficiently pretty for his wife; the lack of "Celebrian/Elrond" content in tumblr feeds; melodrama over how many elven names start with "Celeb".
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Day 7 - Radio Silence
Bombing mention, military setting, teammate captured, assumed death of a teammate, adult character referred to as kid, angst
[Directly follows Wolf Down]
Comms-off ops were freeing in a way Ghost had forgotten.
It wasn’t that he disliked working with Wolf or that he thought the apprentice was slowing him down. (On the contrary, he thought keeping the young gun around was improving his own instincts and skills). He simply…forgot how comforting the silence was.
No sitreps, no copies, no static crackling at his peripheral - just night air and blood on his hands. There was something primal about it, something that reminded him he was no avenging angel working to remind wicked men why they should fear the shadows.
He was just another weapon with a price.
And weapons didn’t have to think, didn’t have to worry - he just needed to complete the job and move on.
Perhaps that’s what motivated him to be so ruthlessly efficient that night. Kill the guards. Enter west wing of compound. Descend placing charges. Set the fuse. Return to the surface.
Watch the world burn.
And repeat.
Their targets were spread across hundreds of hectares, but the flat desert plains let the crack of shattered concrete and screams of warped rebar echo like fiery thunder in the distance.
Ghost had cleared the south bunkers with time to spare. Time in blissful, terrifying silence with nothing to do but pace the rendezvous point and admire his work from afar.
Ten minutes passed. Then twenty.
His pacing intensified, his track making a rut in the sandy soil beside the freeway. Wolf should have finished by now.
His apprentice was more than competent- he wasn’t supposed to worry about him, even if the kid wasn’t good at what he did, but -
Ghost had a bad feeling about this, something heavy and cold sinking in his gut.
He flicked on his comms, pulsing his connection in the static. He couldn’t risk speaking on the channel but Wolf should recognize the coded message -
“Bravo-1, we’ve got confirmed survivors at the north end.” English snapped, loud and clear over the dim static. The ice in Ghost’s gut coiled tighter. “Exercise caution - it’s believed a hostile is still on the scene. H through K have been evacuated but over watch has no eyes on potential hostiles past G.”
“Solid copy, Hera. Bravo team inbound - few minutes out.” The American man’s voice grew dark with a chuckle. “I take it you want him alive?”
“Correct, Bravo-1. No field executions tonight.”
Ghost shuddered, the chill of the desert night not responsible for the ice seeping into his veins. Wolf was down - dead or otherwise (dead would be a mercy, a relief, a miracle he didn’t deserve - )
Ghost couldn’t reach him in time. Bunker G was too far, and he could already hear the distant churn of helicopter blades. He repeated his desperate, subtle message.
“Wolf, are you broken?”
If his apprentice was alive he would answer. If his apprentice was alive Ghost would come for him, against all odds, even if failure was guaranteed.
If he answered.
If he was alive.
The static was still only punctuated by snappy English orders and the barking replies of loyal dogs. No response code. Not even a verbal acknowledgment - the kid had to know he was already made, why not speak? Why not respond to his mentor’s increasingly desperate question?
Ghost knew why - but he wasn’t ready.
He wasn’t ready to bury that kid yet.
Ghost sat on the side of the highway until the first violet threads of dawn began to crest over the eastern horizon. He didn’t care that he would be easy to pick out if the targets were doing a perimeter sweep. He just kept clicking his mic, the coded message repeating over and over and over.
“Wolf, are you broken?”
[Directly before Three Too Many]
(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)
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