Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- Hissing and clicking, the arthropod extends its mandible-like antennae to greet you…
- "You're up quick... How was your sleep?"
- A heavy door with a missing handle stands before you, covered in dozens (if not hundreds)…
- Inside you see a set of steering levers, a radio-microphone, a pull-out toolbox, and the…
- "I believe they heard something," he says, glancing back at the twins. "And given the…
- "Let's start from the top."
- "Just a second, officer..." She puts you on hold, the static crackling softly like a…
- The tarpaulin cloak swings alone for a while there in the wind. No one's coming for it…
- The file cabinet stands steady as ever. Sliding out a drawer presents you the folders you…
- "I don't know what that means, Harry. Shady brew? There are so many moving parts in my…
- "Oh, I know everything about you, Harry." He taps on the folder in front of him. "I have…
- "Of course, let us dispatch with the formalities, you call me Evrart, I call you Harry!"
- "Harry... " he says almost gently. "Honestly, I'm just relieved you didn't get a hernia…
- "Yes, yes, my best men are tracking it down. Some kids saw some other kids running away…
- "I'm always happy to educate and entertain you, my friend." He takes a sip from his…
- "Are you shitting me, Harry? Did you not really open the door and are now just telling me…
- "Looks like an abandoned building..."
- A police badge on which you see the photo of a man -- you. Some seaweed is stuck to the…
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…