Kim Kitsuragi
- conversations
- 402
- Locations
- 16
Dialogue
402- "Have you come to make your offering to Cuno?"
- "The fuck about it?"
- "For the fuck-gimp? Good thing you asked The Cunmeister." He nods, trying to look older…
- "Right, pig, this is where Cuno plays with his little wooden choo-choo. Fuck do you want…
- "Hey, it's you again!" He smiles, more than a bit drunk now. "I've been thinking about it…
- The man stares at you with spite in his eyes.
- You know what it is. It's like the two of you know each other. Just ask him.
- "Look what the tide brought in," the man says in a measured tone. Suddenly, his…
- "Listen up, pig! Cuno's gonna scram now." He rubs his hands together.
- The compact tape player is still and silent. Seems it has completely broken down now.
- The porta-reel is just what you needed -- the reels attach to the apparatus with a…
- You hold in your hand the colourful primer. The title reads: "A Primer for Small Kids…
- The ham-sandwich looks fresh and nutritious in you hand, begging to be eaten.
- This passport, issued by the Sovereign Republic of Oranje -- is issued to a black haired…
- The super fancy topping pie is waiting for you to dig in.
- Kim also tries not to look at the pile of tape viscera on the carpet. Or the weird…
- "The theatrical suicide attempt -- we need to talk about it."
- One of the flyers has gotten stuck to the branches of a small brush. The sound of it…
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.