Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- Is there something here that would indicate a sniper used this place as a nest for taking…
- You see the lieutenant's familiar shape in the orange jacket. It turns double -- then…
- These are fragments of the lieutenant's paperwork, left unfinished. Notes on this and…
- "I'm sorry I fucked everyone over. PS. I didn't kill him. PPS. Gift upstairs."
- The graffito has been painted over the traces of the fight that took place here. It…
- The scruffy-haired little boy kicks a stone while the other watches him do it.
- The dry grass crackles under your feet as you stop. Far away birds' wings touch the still…
- The chain trails off into the ocean, connecting the island to the supply depot on the…
- An old door, worn by elements, guards the depot. The wind has blown a sand dune in front…
- "Fuel -- this should do the trick..."
- ICM? This feels familiar somehow...
- This old cylindrical generator waits with its fuel cap open. Makeshift electrical wiring…
- The greasy old spring mattress lies in the corner.
- Softcovers, serialized fantastique and detective stories, 'Animal Adventures', a magazine…
- The heavy metal door stands as it did, firmly rusted shut into its big brother.
- A dim golden glow animates the console. Faint, like a ghost-light. 'Urgence -- Ouvert…
- There's a rain-soaked mattress on a concrete slab, only half-covered by the crumbling…
- The old man stares at the reeds. His face shows no emotion -- only a faint tremor passes…
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…