Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
703 · Voice lines
Apricot scented chewing gum brushes your cheek.
"Really?" he says, low and tired.
A flock of seagulls takes off nearby, startled by the roaring radio.
Let's you see things in the dark you would otherwise miss...
Everything sounds okay. No drumbeat of total war yet. If anything, everything sounds too okay...
A scent of leather-work and heavy fuel oils washes over you.
Like a leopard, waking from its sleep. Yawning and roaring at the same time.
When the wind ruffles the cloak you can most definitely see a white rectangle on its back.
"Flying f****t... winged pig... shit is airborne..." These are the only words the wind coming in from the Insulindian ocean carries to you.
It's just a brown folder. You can't make out what's written on it.
It's just a brown folder. You can't make out what's written on it.
The huge block letters on the folder read "HARRIER DU BOIS". There's something in small writing just above that...
Oops... yes, the noise would do the trick. It'll be terrible.