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- "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.