Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- "And the flashlight works a lot better if you hold it in your hand."
- "JUMP."
- A bespectacled man in an orange bomber jacket has folded up his newspaper and is now…
- A man in his late twenties with a thin, unimpressive beard notices you approaching. He…
- The corpse looks at you with bulging white eyes. The face around them does not look…
- A row of ghostly shades facing a crumbling wall, with another seven shades standing ten…
- "Look." She greets you, taking a drag. "It's dark outside, the dogs are barking and I'm…
- "Our tenant, the policeman. I hope the waves don't keep you up at night. What can I help…
- "Oh, hello, officer." He covers his mouth, struggling to suppress a coughing fit.
- "Hard-cop." She nods to you with respect and turns off her recording device.
- "Do you, uh, want to talk about what just happened?"
- "Is there something I can do for you?"
- "I'd appreciate it if you didn't force us into situations where I may have to shoot…
- The trash container stands in the spring snow.
- All around you, rain falls on the great city of Revachol. Rain drips from the eaves and…
- "What do you see?" The lieutenant cleans his glasses, squinting at the shapes in the mud.
- The tracks are as they have ever been. A bit more worn, perhaps. Fortunately, the street…
- The sight of bullet holes stirs something in you, making you forget the lieutenant's…
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…