As you might expect, Bastion doesn't have an official language.
Scoffin at yer nonknowin that Handydown is OFFICIALLY recorded as prime in a number of... |
Lookear lad it nay that simple |
Sure, there are regional dialects. People revel in their local slang, lilts, and drawls. I reckon some ham it up to let you know where they're from. If the roof sweeper speaks like they grew up on the Slatefield then you might grant them the assumption of sure-footing and pay them a bit extra.
But now we're getting into Parlance.
We're talking about Cants. This is solved. |
No! This isn't like Cants or Codes. Those conceal a message.
Parlances enhance the message and maybe add a little extra.
Here are six of them. They can be learned, but those in the know will recognise a chancer from the real deal.
ParababbleSome will be keen to point out that Bastion is full of aliens, all of whom face some sort of barrier to communication. Parababble emerged from communities of Bastiards who found themselves dealing regularly with Aliens. Lots of familiar words, but pronounced at a strange pace, emphasising unexpected syllables and inserting hums between particularly long words.
Barlingo
A sort of branch of legalese with some bureaucratish and politican mixed in. Allows to very carefully, very precisely, say something truly reprehensible in a reversible manner.
This started as a joke. A load of fake, sarcastic technical terminology that you'd throw out when you didn't really understand what you were talking about.
Baztic
The ur-tongue of Bastion. So prestigious! You can see its influence in just about every dialect in the city and beyond. Words used in a bygone time, the legacy of our ancestors.
There's way of talking as if you're tough. That might work on some people.
Trivel
A way of speaking that involves dropping as many references as possible to books, songs, esoteric history, just about any piece of trivia that you might hope somebody else recognises.
Um. Ahum. Excuse me. Yes. Excuse me. You weren't listening so I'll start again. |
Juslookathat! Very rude. Goto the dean all-at-once. |
DEAN! DEAN! NOW! NOW! |
Well I'm afraid you're in real trouble now. |
Oh.
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Did you make all those images? They're great.
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DeleteYeah as noted these are all Midjourney. Weird old photos is definitely a strength right now.
DeleteUnsolicited additions because I'm bored. Barlingo's the best imo because it's barely fiction, almost prefer "Yargot" to crowbar in another language synonym in too.
ReplyDeletePidjit is an accretion of curses directed at Bastion's vermin until the mangy blighters started slinging it right back (along with the usual surplus young and feces). In effect it's Even Commoner Tongue on account of borrowing shorthand from other species. Piss corners as scrawled messageboards equivalents are well known example but a well woven trash-bower can be powerfully yet inexplicably enticing to potential suitors. Of course regular pantomime remains preferred by most due to Pidget's relatively limited vocabulary and the habit of vermish thoughts to creep into it speakers skulls.
If Baztic is the city's fake past perhaps Amourchanica is its true present. Codependency with temperamental machinery has become a way of life yet only a few are aware of how literal this relationship can be. If percussive maintenance is abuse they learn to follow up with a honeymoon of hands on bodywork. Though harems of appliances are the norm and monogamy's not unheard of those who expand these practices into a true language are the promiscuous. As profitable as grand theft adultery doubtlessly is many of these consummate saboteur/seducers leave a trail of broken hearts and engines in their wake simply because they can. More modest lovers do in fact keep the language alive as these rakehells are picked off by vengeful deodands.
High Flutin' raises "ooh"s, "ah"s and the odd well placed tut to an art form, almost an anti-art actually. The parlance's place is among a crowd focused on some other unfortunate. Accomplished Fluters can nudge bated breath towards ecstatic applause or riotous derision with larger crowds allowing stronger pushes. Of course such crowds usually mean more fellow Fluters whose efforts even when in accord can only ever interfere, a Fluter's also far from immune from the passions they stir and if carried along by a mob's soul can further embolden it in a catastrophic feedback loop.
This is fantastic. I'm always looking for more ways to utilise my linguistics degree in RPGs and this has inspired me! It reminds me a lot of the sociolinguistic concept of 'repertoires' - in widely multilingual societies, it's often better to think in terms of repertoires rather than languages. That is, how people combine languages and dialects in certain social environments. So you nailed that!
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