Easy · Savoir Faire ≥ 2
Oh god, whatever you do, don't try to kiss her yet -- not after that, you're still reeling... you'll fall over if you try it now...
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
512 · Voice lines
Oh god, whatever you do, don't try to kiss her yet -- not after that, you're still reeling... you'll fall over if you try it now...
The sheets are stained red. Your blood's been running again. Keep it together. Just get out of here and finish this fucking thing.
No one hears your shouts, but it makes you feel powerful inside. Now, with your feet firmly planted on the concrete, the noise of the harbour rushes back in.
As the concrete floor welcomes you, you realize it's been a while since you felt so alive, alert, capable. Must be the adrenaline.
After a while your sobbing stops. Up here no one saw the little meltdown you just had and your heart actually feels lighter now. Time to proceed.
No one is listening to your words, but it doesn't matter. You feel pride. Now, with your feet firmly planted on the concrete, the noise of the harbour rushes back in.
Will you? Because it feels like you strained a muscle there. Or two.
Ankles tingling from the tension, blood roaring in your ears -- you are ready for your rendezvous with the concrete pavement below.
Tears run down your face. You're clutching your chest and mumbling incoherently. How much worse can it get?
Holy wow, that's high! You'd have to be a total madman to jump. This is certain death!
Nope! No! That's still too high. What were you thinking, you're not a gymnast, you're a boxer -- and you've climbed WAY too high up here...
Holy wow, that's high! 'Doesn't seem dangerous...' The lieutenant must be crazy to suggest that! This is certain death. (Vertigo almost pushes you over the edge.)
His words remain indiscernible. No matter -- it's time to start thinking about the landing.
With your feet firmly planted on the concrete, the noise of the harbour rushes back in.
As you leap in the air, a chilly breeze engulfs you, sharpening you senses.
Keep it cool, baby boy. You can use this, groove with this. Play along, let him throw his weight around -- and when he throws it too much, and you've got him off guard, that's when your trip him up.