Lilienne, the Net Picker
You
Half Light
Empathy
Shivers
Electrochemistry
Kim Kitsuragi
Physical Instrument
Rhetoric
Suggestion
Perception (Sight)
Authority
Hand/Eye Coordination
Drama
Conceptualization
Logic
Volition
Interfacing
Visual Calculus
Reaction Speed
Endurance
Esprit de Corps
Inland Empire
EncyclopediaShe sounds almost disappointed with you. Reprimanding you for falling and hurting your knee.
"Is this from the shooting in town?" She's not letting it go that easy. "We heard gunshots. Not that we don't hear gunshots all the time, but they were closer than usual."
"There was an exchange of fire on Rue de Saint-Ghislaine. It's nothing to be worried about, ma'am."
You feel the ligament move on your left shoulder. And a small, warm drip of blood. It's nothing.
"You should see the other guys. Two dead, one in the hospital."
"So you're a killer." She nods solemnly. "That's good, I guess. I guess... Better than being dead."
"Aye." She nods solemnly. "I've always taken you for one, that's for sure. Not a lot of RCM men who aren't killers."
"I'm a cop. I don't merely exist in this world -- I live in the between life and death."
"Everyone does that, in a way. You don't have to get shot for that." She waves her hand dismissively.
"What happened to you anyway? We heard gunshots from the town. They were closer than usual."
"Officer Harry, what happened? You're limping. Why are you limping? You look terrible."
"Officer, what happened? You're wounded. Why are you wounded? You look terrible."
"Officer, what happened? You're limping. Why are you limping? You look terrible."
"Aye, officer." A woman in a rain coat stands on the quay, considering an overturned boat. A sword in a scabbard hangs from her hip.
"Men with authority have their quirks. Comes with never being second-guessed about anything..." She waves you off.
"Are you now?" She smirks. "There are a lot of lawbringers around Martinaise, but not a lot of law."
"I guess men with authority have their quirks." She waves you off. "What brings you here, Lawbringer?"
"The name is Lilienne. People call me Net Picker." She gestures toward the fishnets. "I think I have time for questions. And that was actually the second one."
"The name is Lilienne. People call me Net Picker." She gestures toward the fishnets. "I think I have time for questions. What are the other ones?"
"A fishing village. On the seashore." She looks around. "This place doesn't really have a name. It's sometimes called... Illisible."
"The sign on the street leading here is illegible. Has been since they built this place." The wind rattles her earrings.
"I see you haven't left our little Martinaise yet. Still running around," she observes. "Like some kind of cross-country law official."