Lucky Dog 1 translations 10 Bernardo route 02 best



Part 3: Daivan

Chapter 10 Best

Popping Luck

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After all the captains leave…

Ringring.

Bernardo’s buried under phonework in his workroom.  Even if he’s in the middle of smoothing out a deal with the GD, he’s still got calls coming in for him Daivan-wide that he’s got to deal with.

I’m also up to my nose helping him by handling the guys on public phones watch…  Before I realize it, lunchtime’s gone and past and I’m a complete mess.

giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: Ngah, here we go again.  The hell’s going on?  Is it just me or is today busier than yesterday?
berndaivanc2-3-2 Bernardo: It’s because it’s the weekend.  Even gangs like to have plans on their days off.

Bernardo chuckles as he picks up yet another phone…  Still, he looks kind of tired.  …Plus, with what happened last night…

…I suppose I’ll sneak out and pick up some grub for him.

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After grabbing a meal for the two of us from a stand outside, I give Bernardo a holler.  He hasn’t moved an inch from where he sat at his desk.

giandaivanu1-1-2 Gian: Hey, Bernardooo!  Can’t we catch a breather now?

Ringalingaling.

Even now, as I’m talking, Bernardo’s in the middle of replying to a call from someplace.

berndaivanc4-5-1 Bernardo: …That remains the same as we discussed the other day.  If it is necessary, we will supply information, but … as you know, having the BOI nosing around will cause the both of us trouble.

…Sounds like he’s dealing with someone troublesome.  I guess the person on the other end is a Daivan cop?  And they’re talking about the BOI…

It’s true that it’ll be annoying if the investigators show up.  The Daivan cops are, in a sense, living in symbiosis with the CR:5, parasitizing off each other, but…

I don’t think we can pull that off with a federal investigation agency.  If we screw up and they catch our scent, it’ll be straight back to the slammer for us.  …No way in seven hells that’s happening.

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Bernardo: …Aah, sorry about that.  What did you want?

giandaivanu2-5-2c Gian: I figured we’d better put something into these empty bellies of ours.  We can carry on chugging along as we eat.

Bernardo: That would be great.  I think I’m stuck here for the time being.

giandaivanu3-3-2c Gian: Something problematic come up?

Bernardo: It’s the francs from before, the ones that had been moved to NY.  …At this rate, we’ll have to convert them into dollars today or else.

giandaivanu1-2-2b Gian: Want me to borrow a bedpan from the front desk just in case?

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Bernardo: No, that cola bottle will do.

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I can’t tell if Bernardo’s serious or joking with that expression, but he chuckles before … returning to the phone.

berndaivanc4-4-1 Bernardo: …It’s me.  How is the market—  Yes, please.

Bernardo clamps the receiver between his head and shoulders as he jots down some notes.  …His expression’s grown stiff.  Looks like that exchange rate thing isn’t doing well.

…Looks like I won’t have time to work on the hotdog.

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Ringalingaling.

Calls assault Bernardo every which way and right now he’s juggling two receivers at once…  Me, I’m running back and forth between table and phones with notes.

The reports bearing bad news flooding in from the city’s phone booths never ends.  …Just what’s going on with this thing called peace…?

…And, the only one who knows those details … is also Bernardo.

berndaivanc4-5-2b Bernardo: …The numbers right now?  London isn’t much different, either.  At this rate…  I must have seemed such a fool to accept it.

He’s probably been on the line with the man keeping an eye on the franc vault in Manhattan and the market this whole time.  …It doesn’t feel like a conversation I can butt in on.

Ringringring.

giandaivanu2-1-1b Gian: …Bernardo, it’s from Ivan…

I try to avoid interrupting his call as I slide over his desk a memo.  On it’s the report from Ivan’s man from downtown about the current situation.

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Bernardo: Thanks.  …Oh, you can go on ahead and eat.  …What?  It froze?  …This is bad.

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giandaivanu1-1-2b Gian: Sigh…

I don’t feel like eating either.  ‘Maybe just the cola,’ I think as I head back to the sofa table and rustle through the bag.

The hotdog bag’s chilled, and the cola’s gone warm.  …Sigh.  This makes me depressed for some reason.

I head back over to Bernardo’s desk—

giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: W-Whoa?!

Shit…!  The wire on the floor caught on my foot…!  As I teeter for balance, I put my other foot down … on another line…

berndaivanc4-4-2 Bernardo: …We can’t wait any longer…  Any more would be the end of us.  Fine.  Sell it all.  Listen, first—

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berndaivanc2-2-2 Bernardo: …?!  H-Hello?  What happe…ned…?

Bernardo’s eyes move from the now-soundless receiver … to me.

…Under my foot is a single phone line, jerked out of its socket…  …Aw crap, I’ve done it now…

giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: A-Ah!  I-I’m … sorry!  Um, are we … screwed?

Bernardo gapes at me with a blank expression for a whole three seconds…  But then, suddenly, he chuckles, like someone popped the tension with a needle.

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Bernardo: No, that’s … not true.  Either way, selling’s the only choice we have now.  I suppose I’ll take the opportunity to cool my head, too…

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I droop more than ever before.  Flattened, like a can that’s sat on the streets 24 hours in the city.

…I can’t believe, of all things, I got in the way of his work…

Bernardo opens the set I’d pulled the line from and twists the cable back into place as he dabbles at the lukewarm cola and hotdog tastelessly.

giandaivanu3-16-2b Gian: Did I … fuck everything up really, really badly?

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Bernardo: …No, that’s not true.  That was probably as low as it will drop today.  So long as we liquidate everything before the market closes today…

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The moment Bernardo returns the receiver to the newly repaired phone…

It starts ringing.

berndaivanc4-8-2 Bernardo: …Sorry, there was trouble with the line.  Yes.  Has there been any change?  Then, let’s proceed as—

Then…

Ring. Ring. Ring.

A bell I’ve never heard before goes off.  I look up with a, ‘What phone’s that?’ on my face.  Bernardo picks it up…

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Bernardo: …?  …Wait.  Hold that transaction.  Wait a moment.

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‘Don’t tell me,’ says his incredulous face as he briefly puts down the set he’d been talking into and picks up the ringing phone.

berndaivanc4-6-2b Bernardo: …It’s me.  Did something happen to the fellows in London?

Ah, it’s the phone for overseas calls.  London?  That’s the other side of the world!  This age is just full of wonders…

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Bernardo: …What?  Are you sure about that?!  What’s the value now?  …One, one, four…?

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giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: Eh?  …Bernardo…?

Something in Bernardo changed … or rather, he completely transformed, his eyes flashing, his hair tingling on end with energy.

Wh-What happened…?

berndaivanc4-10-2 Bernardo: …Good!  Stand by.  Keep me updated…!

With the phone connecting him to the other side of the world in front of him, he pulls over some kind of notepad.  He notices me and says,

berndaivanc2-7-2 Bernardo: Sorry, Gian…!  I think I might be tied up for the moment!
giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: Wh-What happened?  Did everything go south when I pulled the line?
berndaivanc2-3-2 Bernardo: No … but perhaps…

Bernardo smirks.  …I didn’t know he could make that expression.  Like a predator catching scent of blood.

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Bernardo: …London.  Your situation?  Good … one, zero, nine…  It’s passed 110.

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Ringringring.

berndaivanc4-10-2 Bernardo: …Your situation?  …Good, the fire’s spread.  One, one, one…!  It looks like it can still go further, at this rate!

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berndaivanc2-3-2 Bernardo: …How does New York look?  The fellows at Dow are probably completely panicking.

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berndaivanc4-6-2b Bernardo: …Now?  … I see.  The coin’s fallen a little in value.

I’m still so lost on all this…  All I know is that I can’t distract Bernardo, his mouth pursed tight, from what he’s doing right now.

I go to a corner of the room.  Guess I’ll play gum chewing contraption for now.

berndaivanc4-5-2b Bernardo: …The numbers right now?  …Nine, six, point, seven … huh…
giandaivanu3-2-2b Gian: Huh?!

Wait, didn’t he say something like 120 or 110 yesterday?  96?!!  Is it OK for the values to play roller coaster like that?

I’m still in shock when…

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The bubble I’d been blowing explodes in my face.  My gluey eyes on my sticky face meet Bernardo’s, who’d jerked up at the sound—

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We lock eyes.  The next instant,

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Bernardo: …What’s the number now?!  …Good!!  Now!  Throw it all in!  Sell it!!

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giandaivanu3-11-1 Gian: W-Wuh?!  Whoa?!

Out of nowhere, Bernardo exploded … or that’s what it felt like.  Bernardo shouts orders into yet another set from before.

berndaivanc2-8-2 Bernardo: …Use the name of the company we’d prepared – yes, that one!  Use it!  Don’t leave a single franc behind!  Dump it all in!

He continues rapid-firing orders into the phones.

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Bernardo: …Can you use the account Luchino prepared?  Just direct the overspill in there for now!  Store it as raw tender later!

giandaivanu2-9-2 Gian: …B-Bernardo…?

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Bernardo: Ah, sorry, Gian!  I’m a bit busy!  Hahaha!  You really…  You really are the best!!

Bernardo: You’re the absolute best, Lucky Dog!!

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giandaivanu3-2-2b Gian: H-Huh…?  Wait?  Some explanation…?

Bernardo winks behind his frames and waves at me … and, again, he goes back to barking orders into multiple phones at once.

giandaivanu3-1-1b Gian: Wh-What’s going on…?  I stepped on the phone line, cut him off, and then … huh…?

…It’s no good.  I can’t figure out what’s going on at all…

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On some unknown order from Bernardo, his men line up in a row in front of his desk with notes and pads and such full of writing.  Then, like a tide ebbing, they draw back, and Bernardo’s back to the phone again.

berndaivanc4-10-2 Bernardo: …Did you get all of that?  Good, keep at it…  Keep it…

At some point in time, even the remnants of the sunset red had slipped past the horizon.  Inside the brightly illuminated room…

berndaivanc4-4-2 Bernardo: …Sigh…

Whump.

With a sigh wrung from the depths of Bernardo’s lungs, he sinks deep into his chair.  He shuts his eyes as though falling asleep…

giandaivanu3-1-1b Gian: What … happened just now?

One of his shut eyes shutter open.

berndaivanc4-3-2 Bernardo: …It’s all thanks to you, Lucky Dog…
giandaivanu4-2-2 Gian: Me?  …Sorry, you mean when I stomped on the line just now?
berndaivanc2-1-2 Bernardo: Yeah.

With his eyes still closed, Bernardo rakes his fingers through his hair, putting his thoughts in order before continuing.

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Bernardo: You remember those francs from before?  We would’ve been in dire straits if we hadn’t convert them to dollars today.  But, by this morning the franc had dropped even further in price, to 120 francs per dollar…

giandaivanu2-1-2b Gian: Ah, which means we would’ve lost a lot in dollars, right?

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Bernardo: I was thinking that we had to bite the bullet before it was too late, and was just about to give the order to my men in New York to clear all of it out … when you stepped on the line and cut off my call for me.

giandaivanu2-9-2 Gian: For you?

Bernardo: Yeah.  Not even five minutes after that, I got an urgent call – from the London market this time.

Bernardo: First thing in the morning in London, there was a sudden demand for francs and the flood caused an inflation.  I was practically praying to God I’d made it when I stopped the men in New York.

giandaivanu3-2-2b Gian: ‘In…flation’?

Bernardo: It means that the market rate rose aggressively.  It’s the opposite of ‘deflation,’ where the rate drops.  In that short period of time, the francs practically keeled over itself shooting up from 130 to 100.

giandaivanu2-2-2b Gian: Ah, so that’s the 96 from before…

Bernardo: Immediately after that, when the rate dropped to 94 … your bubble popped.  That was when I had them convert everything to dollars.

Bernardo: Immediately after that, the francs rebounded back down.  Right now, it’s fallen to around 110 again.  In other words…

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Bernardo picks up two cola bottles, filled with what’s now nothing more than black, sweetened water, sitting on the desk.  He hands one to me.

berndaivanc2-3-2 Bernardo: …we sold it at the best timing possible.
giandaivanu2-4-2b Gian: H-Huh…?  Um, sorry, but I still don’t really understand…

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Bernardo: In other words…

Whumph.

When Bernardo stands up from his chair, he sways as though from vertigo.

giandaivanu3-1-1b Gian: Whoa…!  H-Hey, you all ri—

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I rush forward to support Bernardo … and, just like that, his body falls limply over in my direction.  I…

Gian: Ah!  Hey…

…get wrapped in a soft, gentle hug.  Before I can think to flail, the crisp smell of Bernardo and the tobacco fragrance permeating through his hair bowls me over.

…It’s a somehow relaxing scent…

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Bernardo: Haha … I’m fine.  I’m just a little disoriented from the sheer amount.

Gian: Jeez, this is why old men are…  And?  How long you gonna keep hugging me for…?

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Bernardo: Mm, just a little longer like this.

My face burrows into Bernardo’s hair.  We stand like that, him swaying our shoulders and feet just a little, as though dancing to a slow tango.

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Gian: It’s ringing.

Bernardo: Yeah, I know.

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Just when I think, ‘…You not planning on picking it up?’ Bernardo suddenly whooshes away from me and takes the receiver in hand.

berndaivanc4-1-1 Bernardo: …They haven’t caught wind, have they?  Good.  I will talk to the bank’s branch office tomorrow.  All of you will guard the vault…

There’s no question we made a huge profit.  Bernardo’s voice and tone are blatantly different from how they were this morning.

After setting the receiver down, Bernardo turns to me again.

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Bernardo: …All right.  Let’s go for a drink today.

giandaivanu3-8-2 Gian: Huh?  That came outta nowhere.  Not what I expected from you.

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berndaivanc2-4-1 Bernardo: Even I feel like going outside to get plastered sometimes … and right now is one of those times.  It will also serve as my reward and thank you gift for you, Gian.

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Bernardo: …so let’s have ourselves a blast!

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14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tania Charles
    Feb 05, 2014 @ 21:49:38

    They’re so cute.

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  2. Mazie
    Feb 07, 2014 @ 08:09:50

    Wahh!!finally~!
    when (uncle) bernie hugged gian i just melted(*´▽`*)..
    i guess from here on it starts…the romance that is which i’ve been waiting for ehehe( ^ ω ^ )….*ahem*
    thank you for the chaps:D

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  3. abc
    Feb 09, 2014 @ 15:18:25

    “Gian: Something problematic come up?”
    it’ll probably be ‘came’ up instead of.’come’ up.

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  4. Lehst
    Feb 15, 2014 @ 09:27:09

    *DIES*😀 Bernardo is happy!!! YAY~!!
    *blush* oh… definitely a crush on the best friend….❤❤ and hellz yeah I'll have a drink with you.

    I also imagined how Bernardo must look when he's working. Phones are the new sexy? XDDD

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  5. Alalia
    Feb 18, 2014 @ 00:06:26

    I am literally bouncing in my seat for the next NSFW scene!! Thanks for you hard work!!!

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  6. Tetsu
    Mar 10, 2014 @ 00:02:56

    This is awesome ~ so sweet😀
    Can’t wait for the next part!

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  7. Alalia
    Mar 28, 2014 @ 20:48:11

    It’s been so long since you’ve updated. T_T Please update soon!

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  8. Iijan Pijon
    Apr 01, 2014 @ 02:52:53

    Way to go on your super advanced economic strategy, guys.

    With the amount of francs they flooded into the market, I have a feeling it was significant enough to push the value down for quite some time.

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  9. o0oIKUTO0o0
    May 27, 2016 @ 19:56:38

    Esta parte siempre me emociona demasiado!! hasta siento yo que fui quien obtuvó ese dinero xDD Me gusta bastante la ruta de Bernie es la que me parece mas realista y me gusta mucho la química entre estos dos tortolos❤

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