Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- Large letters on the front form a title: "Wirrâl." The colourful box is illustrated with…
- You see a colourful primer. The title reads: "A Primer for Small Kids."
- This is the door to your room.
- "I'm afraid we don't have time for rest stops right now, officer. We should really get…
- "Be careful out there. Sea's calm as death, but still... there are ruins underwater. You…
- The skiff bobs in the calm waters. It has nothing more to do.
- The man nods at you, checks his watch and sighs, "Ai-ai-ai..."
- The air outside is brisk, the lieutenant is silent for a moment. He listens to the…
- "I've got some good news." The lieutenant smiles. "I took care of the body. The thought…
- The cabinet is cleaned out, emptied.
- Wow, so someone's been a little... boring?
- Honourable One, you have accumulated a substantial amount of honour points on your…
- "Always a pleasure to see an officer of the law!"
- Just dead and dying locusts, and the slow swaying of surrounding reeds.
- The trap is filled with dead and dying locusts. Most of them aren't moving anymore. You…
- The trap is full of locusts, but they seem weak and unhealthy. A few lie on their backs…
- "Think you can hang our brother and then just fucking talk your way out of it?" His eyes…
- The skiff is swaying on the waves by the dock.
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…