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- "Then let's go."
- The lieutenant merely nods.
- The lieutenant nods in agreeance.
- "I assure you, it was him."
- "I feel good about our work here today." The lieutenant nods. "It's all about the little things -- like bringing people random stuffed animals."
- "Wonderful."
- "Hmmm, that's a fair point. Alright, for the good of the investigation, what do you want to know?"
- "Wouldn't that be something? And who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We…
- "I'm relieved that you agree," he says, then pauses.
- "I hope you do."
- "Okay -- let's talk about it. You stole the boots." He looks at the gleaming technological footwear you're sporting.
- "Oh? You will?" He raises his collar. His eyes narrow. "Then I will help you to do so. Now..."
- "Really?" The lieutenant gives you a look, thorough as if performing triage. "You look fine to me."
- "So no, I don't think they sent you as a joke. And even if they did, they are in for a surprise."
- "Binoclard? Is that how they do things over at the 41st? No wonder your clearance rate is so low."
- "Are you sure? Who could say it's not true? If you really don't remember anything.... how would you know?" The thought makes him uneasy. "We should move."
- The lieutenant blinks, his mouth slightly open and his body motionless. A microsecond passes.
- "I see, yes. You're what we call a bad ass, aren't you?" He makes little quotation marks around the words, indicating he is unsure of its actual badassery.