Lucky Dog 1 translations 05 Luchino Route 04
Part 2: Escape
Child 1: What else? What else can you do?
Village Chief: We are in the middle of the festival here, after all! Why don’t y’all give us a show? Somethin’ strappin’ for the festivities, or maybe even somethin’ romantic! Any ol’ one’s good!
|Bernardo: Um … I’m sorry, but to tell the truth, the car with our instruments ran into a spot of trouble… We had to leave it behind.|
Bernardo tries to gloss over the whole thing, but … whoa, I didn’t expect all the villagers to hold out a mountain-load of instruments with cries of “Use this!”
They’re shoving us their own personal instruments without a hint of wariness. At this rate, there’s no way we can refuse.
Bernardo: …I suppose this is close enough.
Bernardo whispers this to himself as he accepts an accordion. Oh right, he can play the piano a little.
|Bernardo: Gian, you’re singing.|
He taps my shoulder. I brace myself for the worst.
I name a song that’d been a hit about half a year ago.
Luchino: Ah, I can probably play that.
Luchino starts tuning the guitar he’d received from the villagers.
Giulio takes the violin handed to him by a refined old woman.
He places it under his chin expertly and pulls the bow across the strings once. It’s a graceful movement, like how he’d handled the knives earlier, like he’d done it a thousand times before.
Giulio: This will do.
Ivan: Huh?! Th-Then … ah … I’ll…
A little kid hands the panicking Ivan a triangle.
|Ivan: …Hey, uh, kid…|
…Let’s just forget about him.
The slapdash band formed from the CR:5’s star cast warm up together for a bit before stepping up to the metaphorical big stage.
We’re five who are about as different as can be … but it’ll have to do, somehow.
|Gian: Well then … here we go!|
Bernardo taps a nearby barrel twice with a stick, and Luchino strums out the intro. Giulio starts playing, fiddling his bow back and forth with unexpectedly jerky movements.
Ivan’s impromptu lyrics cut off at the last phrase. A moment of silence … and the crowd goes wild!
Villager 3: Y’all rock!
Villager 4: That’s some voice ya’ve got there!
The applause washes over us, and I turn a cheerful grin to the spectators and wave.
|Bernardo: Looks like we managed to dodge the bullet…|
|Luchino: Quite the balls you all showed there.|
|Gian: Not bad, Ivan!|
Ivan’d saved us halfway through when he joined in on the vocals. He’d started tapping and clapping out a mad rhythm, too, like what you’d expect from the blacks off the street.
Ivan: I put some back into it… I was desperate!
…That was scary. At first, I thought we were screwed.
Looks like all the villagers wholeheartedly believe that we’re a band of traveling performers now. They’ve been completely revved up by the song and are now passing even more beer around than before.
Village Chief Wife: Come y’all, dig in! It’s all our local harvest here.
It’s a no-holds-barred party. Thanks to that, we also relax and help ourselves to some of the drink and food everyone else’s enjoying.
Giulio’s approached several times by villagers wanting to see knife tricks and he gave them a show.
Beside him, Luchino’s strumming away at the guitar, ensnaring many a girl.
I couldn’t just sit and eat either. I’d given the villagers a live demonstration of my previous jailbreak (exaggerated for entertainment).
…“Ya should give a talk on prisoners someday,” they’d said. Said it felt like real-life experiences. Hahaha…
Ivan’s a big hit with the kids for some reason and they’re following him around like chicks to a hen.
Bernardo: It was thanks to you, Village Chief, that I was able to negotiate with them…
Village Chief: No, no, don’t mention it.
Bernardo’s chatting away with the Chief and his wife.
Bernardo: By the way, Chief, this is a bit sudden, but would it be possible to borrow a phone…?
Smooth, Bernardo. Now, we can get a hold of Daivan.
The night passes by. The villagers all gorge themselves on food and drink and keep on celebrating. They crowd around us to the point of confusion.
It might just be me being starved of outside stimulation… But then, for me, all this hickville business is fresh and lively.
|Gian: Now then…|
I think I’ll chew some fat with my companions. I get up from the barrel I’ve been using as a chair.
I give a wave to Luchino, who’s surrounded by a flock of farmer’s wives.
Luchino looks like he’s seen the Savior as he breaks from the circle of aunties and comes over.
|Gian: Hehe, aren’t you the popular one, Luchino?|
|Luchino: But none of them are young…|
|Gian: There are a couple that’re too young.|
Over yonder, Ivan’s being surrounded by a group of girls about four to five years old.
He sighs long and hard through the nose.
|Luchino: I’m no good with kids.|
|Gian: Mm, true. You don’t have that pedo vibe to you.|
After the words leave my mouth, they’re immediately followed by a mental “Shit.” I’d heard that Luchino’d lost his wife and a little kid in the past. Was it a daughter?
|Gian: Uh, hey, Luchino…?|
Luchino: What? This ham here is amazing. You try some, too.
My panic seems to be one-sided, seeing as how a ham steak materializes in front of my mouth with a fork threaded through it.
Luchino: Are you daft?
Even as he chuckles, Luchino stuffs the ham and fork into my mouth. It really is delish.
As I the ham slides down my gullet, I switch over to whispering in Italian.
|Gian: Hey. We jailbirds’re still on the run, and it’s only day two. Don’t you think things’ve taken a funny turn…?|
|Luchino: I’d intended on renting out a nightclub and getting drunk off our asses as we’re served by blond beauties, originally. Not a village festival like this.|
And I, I should’ve been sitting firmly in the boss’s seat by now.
Luchino: How are you going to take responsibility for this, Lucky Dog?
|Gian: …Well, if it’s a blond beauty you want… Well, whaddaya know, you’ve got one right here!|
I flip him a wink, earning me a smack from the back of his hand.
|Luchino: You fool. Men are out of the question.|
|Gian: But, today, at the springs…|
Some villagers had settled down next to us by then, so we cut off our clandestine tête-à-tête there.
Luchino: I’d rather have been back in the city yesterday. But…
Luchino: …This is a good village.
Luchino peacefully gazes out at the villagers and their kids. I thought he’d just said it for the villagers to hear, but … he might have been completely serious.