Old Jalo Grammar Note: Pronouns
Jë class, today we will be talking about pronouns in Old Jalo. This probably the hardest part of the language so if you figure this out you will be well on your way to acquiring a completely useless skill.
Basics
Pronouns are divided into 8 genders: pɒ́t (black), tà (blue), tlo (orange), càp (green), mɔ (yellow), po (red), tlɔ (purple), Tlóc (white). Each correspond to a class of words defined by a certain societal job. Black = retired people/ old things, white = children with no job/ young things, blue = any aquatic job, orange = urban jobs, green = foraging/farming, yellow = mining, red = violent jobs, and purple = science jobs. (In this post I will be using pink to represent special pronouns)
"But Hana, how do I form a sentence if there are no person distinctions!!!".
It's easy (most of the time), watch this:
I enchant the weapon
Xana tìm sónc-tsɒ.
"but how's that an application of a pronoun Hana, you just used your name?"
well if later we want to say:
I kill the fish with the weapon
It would translate as:
tlɔ tlupfocúp ónèf-tsɒ po-ús
What happened?
Nouns have unwritten (but mostly obvious) genders so it would probably be more helpful if the sentences were notated like this:
Xana tìm sónc-tsɒ
Tlɔ tlupfocúp ónèf-tsɒ po-ús
The pronouns replace the element of the same gender which can include a person's name. This system can be used to express the ideas that pronouns with person distinctions can express.
Relative Clauses
To create a relative clause in Jallo you simply create a normal clause then nominalize the verb using the nominalizing suffix -me then add a case ending. For example:
I have a weapon that kills people
Tlɔ ɔcekàtsse po-nkó, tlupfocúp-me-nkó ɔ̀pipæ̀tlɒ-pɔ̀-tsɒ
Questions
Questions are asked by replacing the thing you are asking about with the with the question pronoun, tse. For example:
tse tlupfocúp ónèf-tsɒ po-ús?
Who kills the fish with the weapon?
Tlɔ tlupfocúp tse-tsɒ po-ús?
What does Hana kill with the weapon?
Tlɔ tlupfocúp ónèf-tsɒ tse-ús?
What does Hana kill the fish with?
After You've Already Used a Pronoun and Pfɒ
Let's say I want to continue the conversation after talking about my violent fish-murder. What if I wanted to say "I eat the fish"? You would think I would say:
Tlɔ lúcá tà-tsɒ
But actually we don't need to mention tlɔ or tà again because you have already specified what those pronouns mean and you don't need to include them anymore. To do so would imply that you are talking about a different purple and blue thing that you have already mentioned. But we're not done yet. if we just say "Lúcá." then we are saying I eat the fish with the weapon". This is because "with the weapon" was also mentioned before as a pronoun and is implied by the sentence. To remove is we need to use a handy pronoun called pfɒ. This pronoun indicates that there is no previously stated implicit pronoun in its case in the sentence. Therefore what we actually want to say is:
Lúcá pfɒ-ús
This pronoun can also be used to approximate grammatical voices:
The passive:
Pfɒ tlupfocúp ónèf-tsɒ po-ús
The fish was killed with the weapon
The antipassive:
Tlɔ tlupfocúp pfɒ-tsɒ po-ús
Hana kills something with the weapon
And whatever this is:
Tlɔ tlupfocúp ónèf-tsɒ pfɒ-ús
Hana kills the fish with something
The Context Particle
As I said above, an implied pronoun can have a different value from an explicit pronoun of the same gender. To change the explicit pronoun we simply mention a thing of the same gender in a sentence but what if we want to change the implicit pronoun without also changing the explicit pronoun? Allow me to introduce the context particle, ɒtlij! Attaching this particle to your sentence with a word changes the implicit pronoun of that gender. For example, if you want to say "I eat the food with a tongue" you would say:
Lúcá ɒtlij ípfitsùpɒ̀
In this sentence ípfitsùpɒ̀ replaces sónc as the implicit red noun.
A Word of Warning About the Context Particle
While there will be another grammar note on politeness later, it is worth noting that ɒtlij has to be used carefully. It is considered impolite to use it when refer to a pronoun that is already being used as an explicit pronoun. Make sure to keep track of what each pronoun refers to so you don't piss someone off.
BUT HANA THAT'S UNREALISTIC
A little but it's fun.
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Never in a million years did Steve Harrington think he'd be standing in the drama club room in front of Eddie the Freak--who's sitting on a goddamn throne with his full lips pulled into a smug grin--asking to be taught how to play Dorks and Goblins. Yet, here he is, face a burning shade of crimson, as he explains for the sixth time what, exactly, he needs.
"Munson, it's not that hard. Henderson wants me to play in the--the game thingy they're doing when Will is home for a visit."
"Yeah, Harrington, and I stop listening every time you call it a game thingy. You obviously don't care about this at all, so why should I waste my time helping you?"
Steve rolls his eyes. "What if I pay you?"
Munson's face goes through a complicated series of changes before falling into a neutral mask, no smirk or teasing smile to be found. "You'll pay me to teach you dnd? Are you fucking kidding?"
"No?' Steve draws a hand through his hair, watches as Munson's dark eyes track the movement. "I thought you might help me out cause those kids never shut-up about you, but I'm willing to put money on it."
"Huh," Eddie says. He steeples his fingers under his chin. "Maybe I misjudged you, Harrington."
Steve lets himself smile at this. "I don't think you did. I don't give a shit about this game."
"Didn't take you for one to have a bunch of nerdy child friends."
"I'm their babysitter," he says, realizes immediately it was a mistake.
Eddie cackles until it turns into a full-bodied laugh, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. "You are something else, Harrington," he manages.
For his part, Steve hopes Munson hasn't noticed how bright red his face is. "Does that mean you'll help me?"
"I guess," he rolls his eyes. "But if you're just screwing around, I'm out."
"No, yeah, totally," Steve nods too hard, sends his hair cascading into his face. "Sounds good. How much?"
"Huh?" Eddie tilts his face up, giving Steve a perfect view of the smattering of faint freckles across the bridge of his nose.
"I said I'd pay you. What's the going rate for dnd lessons?"
"Oh, nah, free of charge, Harrington. Henderson would eat me alive if he knew I made you pay."
The smile they share is soft, tentative, and Steve doesn't notice the swathes of pink decorating Eddie's pale cheekbones.
---
They meet up in the drama room after the last bell. Eddie is waiting on the throne with his feet propped on the table, sipping a Mt. Dew. His eyes widen when Steve walks into the room.
"You're on time," he says.
Steve scoffs. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Eddie shrugs, sets his feet on the floor. "Just wasn't aware that the King put a lot of stock in punctuality."
"C'mon, man, I'm trying not to be that guy, and I'm definitely not king of anything. Unless maybe it's Family Video, but even then, that's Robin."
"You're kind of weird, Harrington, you know that?" Eddie's dimples bracket his smile. The sight does weird things in Steve's chest.
"I've been told, yeah." Steve smiles back. "Where do we start?"
They start with dice, with a character sheet.
"Chaotic-good human Paladin?" Eddie asks.
He shrugs. "That's what Dustin keeps screaming at me. I got no idea what any of it means."
"That's not entirely true," Eddie says. "You've kept up with me so far."
"Yeah, that's you. Dustin rambles and then accuses me of not listening when it's over my head. When he goes on long enough, I start to get a headache right here," Steve rubs the spot between his eyes.
"That kid," Eddie says with the right combination of affection and frustration. "I don't know, you seem to have picked up on some of the stuff he said. You have a solid idea on gameplay, at least. I'd say you're doing pretty good."
"Thanks," Steve laughs. "No migraine yet, so that's a point in your favor."
"Migraines?"
"Head trauma."
"Byers?"
"And Hargrove."
"That was Hargrove?" Eddie asks.
"Hit me in the head with a plate."
"What the fuck."
"He was pissed that Max was friends with Lucas. He came after them. I couldn't just let him--I think he would've killed Lucas."
Eddie nods, hands fiddling with a die. "No wonder those kids love you," he says.
"We've been through some shit together."
"Guess it makes more sense why you wanted to learn dnd."
"As much as it pains me to admit," Steve rolls his eyes. "I love to make those little shitheads happy."
"Well, based on the way they talk about you, you succeed."
"You too, you know?" Steve offers. "All I've heard about the last three months is 'Eddie's so cool,' 'Hellfire's so fun.'"
"Jealous?" Eddie laughs.
"Completely," Steve admits.
"Don't worry, Harrington, I'll make a nerd out of you yet."
---
They meetup after school every day they can over the next two weeks. At first, Steve is surprised that he doesn't really mind spending so much time with Munson, that he actually, kind of, has fun. And the more time they spend together, the more Eddie infiltrates his space. Leans into Steve's side as they sit next to each other, brushes their hands together, hovers over his shoulder, faces nearly touching, as he checks stuff on Steve's character sheet.
It makes Steve feel--well, it makes him think of what it would be like to run his fingers through the soft gloss of Eddie's curls; wonders what that plump mouth would be like pressed against his own; can't stop thinking about if Eddie is as vocal in bed as he is everywhere else. He knows he also likes guys, has for a while, but he's never in his life wanted someone this viscerally; so much he can feel the ache of it in his teeth.
It's the last day before the campaign for Will, and Steve is fucking sad. He thinks maybe Eddie is too. He's at least quieter than normal, explanations not at their usual fever pitch. An hour before they usually call it quits, he claps his hands together (too gently, too unlike himself), says, "That's it, Harrington. You're not going to be more ready than this."
"Right," Steve says. Can't help his eyes from darting over Eddie's face, aching to know what he's thinking. "You'll be there tomorrow?"
Eddie bends his head over his notebooks. "Nah, I don't need to intrude."
"But--"
"It's okay, Stevie. I get that it's family only." He looks like he really means it, but his eyes are sad, don't shine like they should.
Steve doesn't know what to say to that, just nods, and then there's nothing else. They stare at each other for a few very long, quiet seconds, before Eddie says, "I'll see you around, Harrington."
"Right, yeah. You too." And he walks out of the drama room with the heaviest heart he thinks he's ever had.
---
Steve thinks he won't miss Eddie. That if he doesn't dwell on those hours spent with Eddie, learning dnd, that the missing will go away.
It doesn't.
Which is how he finds himself back at the high school on Wednesday, standing in front of the drama room door, willing himself to go inside. Eddie's on the throne, the typical notebooks and binders and Mt. Dew cans clustered around him, but he's not engrossed in imagining up a new campaign for Hellfire. No, his head is in his hands, knees drawn up to his chest.
"Eddie?" Steve asks.
His head pops up, and even in the low light, Steve notices the silvery tracks of tears down his cheeks.
"Steve! What are you--" he hastily wipes at his face with his shirt sleeve. "What are you doing here?"
Steve's acting only on instinct, crossing the room and dropping to his knees, taking Eddie's jaw between his palms, thumbing away the wetness on his cheeks.
"Did someone hurt you?" he asks.
Eddie's laugh is wet. "Nah, Harrington. I only have myself to blame for this one."
"Can I do anything?"
"Are you trying to kill me?"
"Sorry?"
"You, Steve Harrington, kind and compassionate? Learn dnd to make your little nerd friends happy? Who are you?"
"I'm just me, man," Steve blushes. "But, uh, I came to thank you." He's still holding Eddie's face in his hands, can't help but notice the way he flushes, how his dark eyes dart away from Steve's.
"I really liked hanging out with you," Steve says. This close to Eddie, his mind doesn't quite feel like his own. All he can think of is big eyes, soft curls, full lips.
"Yo--you did?"
"So much," Steve whispers. He doesn't quite remember moving, but now their foreheads are pressed together, warm breath mingling, lips almost, almost touching.
"I liked it too," Eddie breathes. After a few seconds, he laughs. "Knew I'd make a nerd out of you, Harrington."
"Shut-up," Steve laughs.
"Make me," Eddie says, and it's just that easy. Steve crosses the space still separating them, presses his mouth against Eddie's.
The kiss is slow, exploratory, the gentle discovery of how they fit together, the promise of all the things they can do in the future, all the pleasure they can bring.
"I'm not a nerd," Steve says when they part.
"No, you're right. You're like a nerd by marriage. Nerd-in-law," Eddie giggles. His eyes are bright, face pink, the most beautiful thing Steve has ever seen.
"Shut-up," Steve giggles right back.
Eddie raises an eyebrow, the dare obvious, and Steve doesn't hesitate to kiss him again.
"You wanna get out of here?" Steve asks when they part, significantly more breathless, jeans significantly tighter, than when he arrived.
"You're gonna have to role persuasion for that, Stevie," Eddie smirks.
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