Kim Kitsuragi
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Dialogue
402- The same two neon lit shapes -- a man and a woman. A ray of backward motion explodes from…
- This is the door to the pinball workshop that you left barred on the inside.
- Just as you look at the flowers, a gust of wind raises them from the roof, picking them…
- The elevator stands open, inviting you to step inside.
- All these mesmerizing machines, just waiting to be plugged back in and played.
- You can almost see the shape of a man and a woman, writhing inside -- bathed in drug…
- So this is where they brought faulty pinball machines to fix them up -- a long time ago…
- You clearly see footprints in the downy carpet of dust covering the workshop floor.
- Soft, light brown eyes look back at you, directly into the space behind your eye sockets…
- "Titus Hardie gave me a recording. On it, the deceased says he intends to rape someone."
- "What was what?"
- You made the right call there. It feels good. Pure.
- Six crumbling petals rest on your palm. They're white, a bell-shaped crown.
- "You think this will make them cooperate?"
- The porta-reel is just what you needed -- the reels attach to the apparatus with a…
- "Okay." She puts her coffee mug on the table.
- Wait, stop -- that man, bloated beyond all recognition, was 42?
- A warm column of air rises around you, encircling the building you stand on. You feel its…
Notes
461- "Put that away. Right now." He stops you.
- You can't help but notice a little approving nod the lieutenant makes. He agrees.
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. Perhaps we should talk to Roy at the pawnshop."
- The lieutenant doesn't even flinch. "Anyway, let's try to find a new tape player. There's a pawnshop near the water lock, maybe they have a spare."
- The lieutenant slaps the sandwich out of your hand faster than you could ever hope to react in your sorry state. It lands in the dirt and falls apart.
- "Great." The lieutenant shakes his head. "Wonderful. Good job. I mean why wouldn't you throw it... wait, turns out I don't actually care. Leave it and let's …
- He finishes his slice and brushes the wheat-free flour off his hands. "That wasn't terrible. Well, shall we?"
- He puts his glasses back on and repeats: "Never. Now, let's go."
- "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." He nods. "After you."
- "Whooh..." He takes off his glasses, reaches for a cloth -- pauses -- and puts his glasses back on.
- "I don't know why she left you. Let's go."
- He puts his glasses back on. "Now, let's go. And let's keep guns out of our mouths. And not say anything about any gloaming, or anything like that."
- "No need to apologize -- just keep your gun out of your mouth and we'll be all right." He nods. "Let's move."
- "Yes. Very, very, very wrong." He nods in agreement. "I'm glad you see it my way. Let's go."
- "I'm sorry, I know I fucked up."
- "I could have done more."
- "There's nothing to discuss, let's move on." [Leave.]
- "We would strike everything you've done and process you as a POW. You were in a war. You were on assignment. We could even extradite you to the Samaran Peopl…