Hello there, friends translators!
it's been a while since I have not posted a new chapter in my t, which is a shame. In fact, I need a little boost to help me and put me back on track ...
The fic I translate is a travesty. Without going into details, saying that every villain that the heroes cross is a stereotype badfic (vampire, emo, hardcore gay ...), with the characterization that goes with it. In the original version, the author also used the accents to distinguish them, but here it is: I'm no to transcribe accents. Archinulle. Until he was
as a reply here or there, I ran about, but there is a place where it is an outright dialogue, and I'm doing anymore. If you have any suggestions ...
Bold, I wonder how I'll translate. I would like to keep the ways of speaking, but this is understandable in French ... "Vixen" is a cowboy redneck stereotype, "Homie" gangsta pimp. @ _ @
"Let's See If We Can not defuse The Situation Before Then," Said Lexaeus Grimly.
"shyoooooot Awww!" Vixen lecherously giggled, grinning like he'd just won free tickets to a Toby Keith concert. “Y’all ain’t gonna be gettin’ rid’a me so soon now, are ya? I been waitin’ t’ deal y’all a hand’a TEXAS DEATH HOLD ‘EM!”
“HUWHAAT?”
The sudden shine of bling across the room announced the presence of Homie X Luxory, posing melodramatically at the top of the stairway. He spun his pimp cane and grinned, showing off a mouthful of sparkly gold teeth. “Now Luxory knows y’all ain’t makin’ plans f’r card games ‘round HEAH wit’out ‘im, EH? EH?”
“HOWDY ‘CUZ!” Vixen greeted his Seme brethren with a mighty helpin’ o’ Southern friendliness, waving and tipping his hat. “Y’all wanna come on down an’ help me take these fellers out?”
“AW HELL NAW!” Luxory burst out. “Homeslice’s all ‘Yo Luxory we’s gonna turn all three’o’dem peeps t’ our side, an’ we gets us some favas from the Sups’, ya dig?”
“Hear ya loud n’ clear, buddy!” Vixen danced a little excited jig. “An’ after that can we go find us a honky-tonk?”
“HUUWHAAAT? Aw MAN y’all’s all into that country shit, BOYEEE?”
“Dern skippy, ‘Cuz! Let’s GIT R DUN!”
“HUUWHAAT?”
“GIT R DUN!”
“YEEAAYUH!”
“I didn’t understand a word of that,” Xaldin said, shaking his head in utter disbelief.
Merci d'avance @_@
