SEAFORT DESERTER BONUS - 1180
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Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_white_succeeded"]
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The Deserter: "A tragicomedy..." He shakes to life. "Druggies, prostitutes and rentiers."
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Physical Instrument: What was that about *steroids*? It piqued your interest...
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Conceptualization: There was something about a statue, and nihilistic advertising agency people? Might be worth investigating...
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You: "You had a thousand chances to kill him."
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The Deserter: "And I blew them all. What does it matter now? He's gone. Ancient dust."
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Composure: What strikes you about this gaunt man is not the stomach pain, or the cough, or the malnutrition. It's precisely what you could *not* see before. For a man who's spent 44 years hidden in the urban wild...
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You: He is surprisingly okay.
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Composure: What strikes you about this gaunt man is not the stomach pain, or the cough, or the malnutrition. For a man who's spent 44 years hidden in the urban wild...
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what_ails_him
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You: "Are you on amphetamines?"
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You: "Mr. Dros, are you on some kind of a psychoactive substance?"
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You: Wouldn't a foul temper be a by-product of his life?
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You: The lust. Wouldn't his *glands* have... stopped by now?
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You: "Mr. Dros, are you okay? How is your memory?" (Finish the examination.)
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You: "How about pyrholidon?"
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You: Dementia?
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The Deserter: "Like some kind of decadent rock star?" He doesn't dignify it with more of an answer.
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The Deserter: "The worst of them is the blood-drenched *soucriant* on her yacht, licking her lips. The old whore's gone now, her gun toting porcelain men are dead -- so, actually, no..."
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The Deserter: "The *worst* is that old cock parading around in his uniform, throwing balls all day. It's not enough that the racists and liberals are dancing on our graves! The old loyalist ghouls still parade the ruins too."
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The Deserter: "Glad? It's all gone..." He stares into the dust at his feet. Grey and dirty spring grass all around.
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Jump to: [themainhub]
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You: "Pale in waiting?"
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The Deserter: "The end." He nods. "The pale will swallow all of this. The water, the sky, the city. Soon. There is nothing to be serious about." He shakes his head. "We're all gone."
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Variable["seafort.deserter_logic_young_joyce"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_logic_young_joyce"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_logic_young_joyce"])
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Endurance: Or maybe it's just his body and mind giving up on him, at last...
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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IsKimHere()
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IsKimHere()
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!(IsKimHere())
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Kim Kitsuragi: The lieutenant, too, has cocked his head and is looking at you with a strange expression.
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You: "It's not madness. It's a monument to what you did. To your program of de-statuing Revachol."
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You: "As you ought to. *Communism* style."
381
The Deserter: "Straight to Yekokataa for this old revisionist." He gives you a little nod. "At last -- atonement for my sins: revisionism, reactionary ideation, desertion..."
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Variable["tc.statue_was_shot"]
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Variable["tc.statue_was_shot"]
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!(Variable["tc.statue_was_shot"])
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Inland Empire: You feel like you're forgetting something... never mind. It's not important. Push on!
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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You: "You mean Edgar, Evrart's brother?"
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The Deserter: The old man chortles with a nod. "He talks a big game about *uprising* and *social base* -- they must have sent the smart one to some University in Le Jardin where it's 'alienation' this and 'hegemony' that..."
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edgar_the_union
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You: "Doesn't Evrart run the Union?"
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Variable["pier.joyce_intro_evrart_happened"]
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Variable["pier.joyce_intro_evrart_happened"]
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!(Variable["pier.joyce_intro_evrart_happened"])
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Logic: That's around the time the Claires came to power.
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Jump to: [welcome_to_evrart]
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You: "What did you talk about?"
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The Deserter: "Edgar did the talking. Paid his *respects*, like I were a fossil in a uniform. Offered platitudes about *the struggle*, flaunted his pink degree. Even quoted Mazov."
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You: "Indeed." (Don't tell him.)
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The Deserter: "I've heard it on the radio too, that boom-boom. It's the same violent decadence all over again for the hundredth time... Misanthropy masquerading as culture."
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Volition: Get over it, proceed!
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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Logic: He acknowledges it. Here we go, a twist, behind the dark bend...
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You: "Who *did*?"
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The Deserter: "Heading home to Grand Couron or Betancourt... Some place like that. Where they build those new batiments for the people who flourish in the hell around her. And the ruins..."
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Drama: Be abstract here. A bit of drama.
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You: "How come?"
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The Deserter: "Because the cow caught a bullet in her right lung. Fell into the canal grasping her tit and drowned. Or bled -- hard to say. It was a sloppy job. On a moving target."
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IsKimHere()
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IsKimHere()
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!(IsKimHere())
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Kim Kitsuragi: "I don't think now is the time for this, officer." The lieutenant tries to nip it...
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The Deserter: "*Beats...*" The old man scoffs. "Violent bourgeois language. Even music is a form of homicidal competition. Saxophone blowing anti-communism..." His voice trails off into a gust of sea wind.
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Kim Kitsuragi: "I don't think now is the time for this, officer." The lieutenant tries to nip it...
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Conceptualization: ...to no avail!
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Variable["seafort.deserter_comp_finish_interrogation"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_comp_finish_interrogation"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_comp_finish_interrogation"])
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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Volition: Get a hold of yourself, this is just one little thing. You still have everything else! Go on, finish the interrogation!
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Jump to: [time_to_get_Info]
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time_to_get_Info
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The Deserter: "Better. I even hid one bullet so I'd always have one. For him..." The lines on his face straighten as he looks inland. "Haven't seen him there lately... must be down with arthritis. Old cunt..."
"Better. I even hid one bullet so I'd always have one. For him..." The lines on his face straighten as he looks inland. "Haven't seen him around lately, strutting around... must be down with arthritis. I hope it hurts like hell. I hope he sweats blood."
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Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"]
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You: "Bad arthritis, yes. He's not playing this week." (Lie.)
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The Deserter: "Heh, yes of course." He seems to relax a bit. "I hope it hurts like hell, I hope he sweats blood. Must be torture -- not to be throwing his balls for a *whole week*..."
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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bonus_hatred_hub
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Cuno: The kid watches you violently beat yourself in the head -- in order to make a connection in the murder case.
The kid watches you beat yourself in the head -- again. The second time in this interview.
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Jump to: [Cuno: ""Yo, Cuno doesn't understand what's..."]
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IsKimHere()
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IsKimHere()
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!(IsKimHere())
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Kim Kitsuragi: "I'm sorry, Mr. Dros," the lieutenant says, softly. "I understand you knew him for a long time."
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Logic: If he really wanted to kill him so bad, he would have done. There must have been a thousand *black days* on these islands, his health ailing.
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Volition: Ask about that 'cock on parade' too. Make sure you get everything here.
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Composure: For a sixty-year-old man with stomach trouble -- who's spent his entire life alone on an uninhabited island -- he seems surprisingly fit.
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You: That's it? (Squint at him.)
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The Deserter: "No!" he snaps out of staring through you. "I won't be stuffed full of shit like the rest of this city."
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You: "That all?"
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The Deserter: "You're obsessed with your own features," he shakes his head, "because it's all you have left. The rich man took everything from you. Except your bottle."
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The Deserter: "And he left you here -- gesturing at your swollen face. The rich man rules over you and over the world. And he laughs at your fidgeting." He stares into the dead embers.
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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You: "Let's get serious for a moment. This is the *real world* -- and in the real world it *means* something if your skin is a certain colour and you say things."
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The Deserter: "I've seen the *real world*. In '06. The flags unfolding. Young people marching, being kind to each other. They dreamt of a million years in the stars. This here..." He looks down at the ashes. "Is pale in waiting."
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The Deserter: "Women like her *feed* on the life energy of young working class men." He nods. "And they *let* her...."
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The Deserter: "I can't *believe* the inert lumpen out there. They just let her drive her little boat like that. No violence, not even a robbery. The working class has lost their appetite for justice..." His voice trails off in disappointment.
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IsKimHere()
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IsKimHere()
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!(IsKimHere())
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Mhm," the lieutenant hums. "Straight to the open pit mine. Or cleaning up radiation in Severnaya Zemlja."
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The Deserter: "Yes, well..." the ancient communard sizes you both up, not sure what to think of it.
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Authority: Accusations of corruption. Push them aside with a sharp change of topic, officer! Put the heat on *him*.
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Variable["seafort.deserter_union_chat_done"]
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The Deserter: "That mobster toad couldn't run a shit-house. He has *no* political education. His twin, Edgar Claire, that one's been to one of those East Revachol Universities. He talks a big game about uprising and alienation and so on..."
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The Deserter: "First against the wall with him..." He's stopped poking at the ash now, just shakes his head.
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IsKimHere()
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talking_union
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You: "Okay, got it."
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You: "You've talked to Edgar?"
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You: "We're not the first people you've met from the city, are we?"
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welcome_to_evrart
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You: "She was also a woman, wasn't she? Like that Klaasje..."
"She was also a *woman*, wasn't she? "
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The Deserter: "She was. And she was real soft on those money-men. Had a Barbara Muskova bag over her shoulder that she liked to bring to work..."
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Encyclopedia: Barbara Muskova and Numb 12, Joyce Messier's choices...
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You: "And then she just... disappeared."
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You: "Women do like their Barbara Muskova and their Numb 12..."
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The Deserter: "Mmmhm... She'd probably spray a tanker full of that *shit* on her. Of course, I never got close enough to smell it..."
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Half Light: Another, big spike of rage. Different from the one he has for her...
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The Deserter: "Nothing changed. Not in the *material base*, not in the *hegemony*, there was no uprising. Just words... The Union fizzled, sogged. Nothing came of it. Nothing."
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Authority: Dumbo, do something, you can't zone out now, this isn't doodle-loo dance time.
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Variable["seafort.deserter_slapped_yourself_once"]
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Logic: By god, we are on the edge! In the very end -- and you can't even remember what you're trying to connect, can you? While the murder suspect stares at you with contempt!
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Jump to: [red_failure]
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You: "Something with the Union boss... the elections. The previous leader..."
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The Deserter: "What?" He's beginning to sense it now. Something is off.
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You: "Whoa-whoa. Let's back off before you get too agitated."
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The Deserter: "What is there to be *agitated* about? The unholy ghoul?!" His hand trembles with rage. "I love him there. He reminds me of everything we fought for. At least we killed that Frissel and his kingsmen..." He's overtaken by a coughing fit.
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IsKimHere()
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IsKimHere()
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!(IsKimHere())
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Save the treat for later?" the lieutenant asks cheerfully.
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IsCunoInParty()
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Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"])
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The Deserter: "I don't even care about those whores anymore..." He stares despondently into the reeds. "Get it over with. Take me in."
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The Deserter: "Whores..." is all he says. Even that word has to be pushed through his teeth with great force. The rage seethes too hard.
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Rhetoric: He's drunk, she thinks. And we all know it. Still, she's just *trying* to see it in a generous light...
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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Esprit de Corps: "Policework?" Patrol Officer Judit Minot replies, with a tinge of hope in her voice. A tinge of warmth too, against the cold air rising from the water...
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The Deserter: "They're all dead now." He just shakes his head. "Fuck it..."
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Logic: That's it! That's what you weren't connecting yourself...
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The Deserter: "I didn't fight forty years to end up an informant for the international regime." He wags a finger at the lieutenant. "What happened happened."
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You: Animated? By what?
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Composure: It's a mystery. This animation comes at a cost too: erratic hand gestures, thought processes cut off like threads, as he just stares at the logs or the reeds. He also suffers mood swings, bubbling to the surface, unconstrained by his nervous system.
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Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_white_succeeded"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_white_succeeded"])
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Variable["seafort.deserter_wc_health_failed_once"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_wc_health_failed_once"]
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Jump to: [what_ails_him]
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Kim Kitsuragi: "You said you take painkillers..." The lieutenant follows your lead.
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The Deserter: "I take them to cope with pain. The people of this city use painkillers, because they have *pain*. Untreated illnesses, not enough money for a greedy doctor."
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The Deserter: "Because of the *racists*. Everyone is a racist in Martinaise, it's their favourite thing to do in the whole world -- listening to race-themed radio shows. In the ruins, in their lorries." He points inland.
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The Deserter: "Pumped full of steroids and Radio Revachol '92. Race this, race that... It's all sanctioned by that social democratic Union and the farce of a social democrat who runs it..."
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The Deserter: "The rich man doesn't care about *complexion*. He rules the world. And he laughs at your moral soliloquies." He stares into the dead embers.
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Rhetoric: Now wait a moment. Let's get serious here.
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The Deserter: "And your race garbage. You can keep that too, keep the conversation going for the rich man, on Channel 4, eroding working class solidarity." He stares into the dead embers.
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You: "Got it."
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Jump to: [The Deserter: ""Steroids and radio shows..." His v..."]
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The Deserter: "Mhm," he sputters attentively.
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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You: "Because cynical advertising yuppies erected a *deconstructed* version of it."
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The Deserter: "That's right. Some *advertising* cockroaches erected a cynical, *deconstruction* of it. We tore it down with honest working class plastic explosives -- and there it is again..." He shakes his head in disgust.
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The Deserter: "Delusional art bourgeois..." He waves you off.
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Jump to: [shooty_heartz]
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The Deserter: "We did always have the prettiest posters... Maybe you're right." His eyes fill with understanding. "That *is* how dialectics work. But understand this -- art is *still* a bourgeois institution."
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The Deserter: He coughs, then adds, in a gravelly voice. "And they should all still be sent to Yekokataa."
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The Deserter: "Don't be squeamish. It is *commonplace* to relocate the workforce as the need arises. All nations do it. It's called settlement." He shakes his head and mumbles: "Some kind of bourgeois art-fascist..."
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(Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"]) and Variable["XP.connect_statue_bullets_to_deserter"] == false
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(Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"]) and Variable["XP.connect_statue_bullets_to_deserter"] == false
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!((Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"]) and Variable["XP.connect_statue_bullets_to_deserter"] == false)
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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Jump to: [shooty_heartz]
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Rhetoric: Okay, he didn't do the hanged man for them. But he's insinuating something.
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Drama: There is more here, you can feel it. He was not outright lying but almost...
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You: "Indeed. What more could there possibly be to say about those beats."
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Variable["seafort.deserter_drama_more_here"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_drama_more_here"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_drama_more_here"])
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Inland Empire: This has to be one of the mysteries you never got to solve...
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Inland Empire: You have a feeling there was more here, but what? This has to be one of the mysteries you don't get to solve...
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Variable["pier.electrochem_numb_twelve"] and Variable["tc.barbara_muskova_joyce"]
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Variable["pier.electrochem_numb_twelve"] and Variable["tc.barbara_muskova_joyce"]
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!(Variable["pier.electrochem_numb_twelve"] and Variable["tc.barbara_muskova_joyce"])
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You: "Edgar had someone make the call -- why is that, Mr. Dros?"
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The Deserter: "She couldn't make the call herself."
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Electrochemistry: The truth!
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You: "Why?"
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Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_hard_core"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_hard_core"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_hard_core"])
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HARD_CORE
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Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Mr. Dros, about this deal you made." He turns to him. "With Edgar. The death of the Krenel mercenary was only *coincidentally* beneficial to the Claires. But..." He leans closer.
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Kim Kitsuragi: "What about the *other* people you've killed for them?"
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Variable["seafort.deserter_auth_finish_interrogation"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_auth_finish_interrogation"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_auth_finish_interrogation"])
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Physical Instrument: Get your head back in the game. Everyone else is gone. It has to be you, finish the damn interrogation, forget this.
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Authority: You are *THE LAW*. He must divulge the information!
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You: "Kim, we're not solving this part. What do we do?"
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The Deserter: "Look who's up!" He grins at you. "From the drunken stupor. This one's worse for wear than me... emotionally frayed. Life is hard for us human beings in deregulation hell, isn't it?"
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The Deserter: "Royalist ghouls play it like it was *life itself*! Click-clack," he makes the sound of balls connecting, "across the water each day. And that uniform, like a parrot's plumage! I won't even mention that he's a traitor to his *race*. A pétanque maniac *race traitor*."
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You: Just nod.
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You: "Now I don't know about..."
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The Deserter: "He *is* a juicy bon-bon, that one. A real treat. For the black day -- the blackest. When I put that gun in my own mouth. I think: no, don't waste it. Put this lead in that cock René. For the boys he killed -- and then I look at him throw those balls and I suddenly feel..." He lets out a wistful sigh.
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Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"])
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168
The Deserter: "I don't want to talk about god damn social democrats. Traitors is all they are. Brain dead..." He waves his arm, agitated and despondent at the same time.
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The Deserter: "Another hideous disappointment..." He pokes at the ash: "Unions are the *real* enemy; the true enemy of the proletariat, placating the masses."
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360
Suggestion: René must have been quite a loss for him. Maybe you could still get him to talk about things that don't require as much rage... because it's not there anymore.
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Variable["seafort.deserter_logic_disappointment"]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_logic_disappointment"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_logic_disappointment"])
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Empathy: He reminded him of himself. The same hatred. The same... You try to think of something else, but no, it's just hatred.
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Jump to: [Untitled hub]
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Variable["seafort.deserter_wc_health_failed_once"]
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!(Variable["seafort.deserter_wc_health_failed_once"])
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Empathy: Perhaps. But his seems more than that. The inner turmoil takes unexpected turns, as if forced on him in a way...
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Jump to: [what_ails_him]
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You: "You said you take painkillers..."
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The Deserter: "Specifically, the whole city is a charnel house, stripped clean and draped in neon. But Martinaise..." he shakes his head in grave disgust, "Martinaise is the worst."
138
You: "How come?"
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The Deserter: "Yes, the fly larva in his container. He let some nihilistic advertising yuppies erect a statue of Filippe III -- a syphilitic murderer -- on the town square. To spit on the working class."
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You: Let him finish, do not interrupt.
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You: "Anything more?"
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The Deserter: "We did good when we pushed him under that horse car. If only... in the Thirties, those *disco whores*..." What follows is ominous mumbling. You cannot make out a single word.
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Half Light: The disco whores are too much; hatred shuts down his brain's language centre, leaving only a nonsensical sputter.
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You: "Mr. Claire?"
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You: "Parody of a social democrat?"
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The Deserter: "Yes -- *steroids*. A racist on steroids."
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You: "Got it."
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You: "You mean Measurehead, right? What is your opinion on him?"
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The Deserter: "Old? An alcoholic?" With each word he squints a bit more. "Fascist?"
285
You: "No. I meant..." (Keep pointing to your face.) "Generally reddish and pink, like me."
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You: "Yes."
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Jump to: [mhead_chat]
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mhead_chat
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shooty_heartz
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You: "Actually, it was not de-constructed so much as *captured in the moment of the explosion*."
"Actually, it was not deconstructed so much as *captured in the moment of the explosion*."
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You: "That's it for the statue then. Tell me, Mr. Dros..."
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You: "It was you. You shot the statue -- there was a bullet hole in his heart..."
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You: "I don't know. Maybe it's too far fetched."
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The Deserter: "Of course it is. Delusional bourgeois musings. Everything is some kind of *subversion* on the way to the bank." He waves you off. "All artists -- on a train to Yekokataa."
144->483
145
Suggestion: He still refuses to believe you subscribe to Mazovian socio-economics, but entertaining the thought has given him some measure of solace.
766
Variable["seafort.deserter_sugg_solace"]
145->766
146->143
148
Variable["seafort.deserter_union_chat_done"]
147->148
149
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_union_chat_done"])
147->149
726
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
148->726
484
Reaction Speed: Hmm... he keeps having *opinions* about the Union's leadership.
149->484
150
The Deserter: "I did." He nods. "A needless, sentimental gesture. I should have spared the bullet for a deformed monster of liberal capitalism. Shameful really..."
447
IsKimHere()
150->447
151
Rhetoric: Disappointment -- so personal. He displays a familiarity with the Union's top brass.
604
You: "Who's a disappointment -- Evrart Claire?"
151->604
646
You: "Got it."
151->646
153
IsKimHere()
152->153
154
!(IsKimHere())
152->154
647
Kim Kitsuragi: "The Claires wouldn't miss a man hidden in their own back yard -- not all this time. Nothing happens in Martinaise without them knowing."
153->647
292
Logic: The Claires know everything about Martinaise, of course they know him too! Maybe they asked him to...
154->292
155
The Deserter: "I haven't approached anyone! I've hid. It was Edgar who came to me."
562
IsKimHere()
155->562
156
You: "When was this?"
414
The Deserter: "Twenty years ago. Neither of them could *walk* now, could they? They were less fat then."
156->414
157
The Deserter: "I saw you." The old man nods. "Serves that pigsty right to have them in there. Ghoulish sarcophagus, the Ecclesiastes are all paedophiles..." His voice trails off into a gust of sea wind, he looks at the church on the coast.
341
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
157->341
158
The Deserter: "Heh..." A sputter from the old man.
158->29
159
Rhetoric: Just say nothing.
159->31
568
You: Say nothing.
159->568
160
The Deserter: "*Someone* did," he shrugs. His eyes grow cold suddenly. "Or maybe the cow just fell. The past is blurry, all I know is..."
160->66
161
Kim Kitsuragi: "If you were to testify to this -- give the RCM something on Edgar -- you could walk." The lieutenant says in a voice even calmer, as if it were nothing at all.
453
Kim Kitsuragi: "We would strike everything you've done and process you as a POW. You were in a war. You were on assignment. We could even extradite you to the Samaran People's Republic."
161->453
162
Rhetoric: ...to no avail!
231
The Deserter: "I saw you." The old man nods. "I didn't think you'd be *proud* of it -- evicting mentally handicapped vagrants," he shrugs. "But that's property law for you. I wouldn't be surprised if a Frittte sprung up on the ice, tomorrow..."
162->231
163
Pain Threshold: Slap yourself in your head, jump start it!
772
red_failure
163->772
164
You: "There's no one there..."
237
The Deserter: "Fat and plump, like a pheasant..." He does not hear you. "Just *begging* to be popped off." A grin stretches across his face and he says very softly: "Please, Mr. Dros. Shoot me."
164->237
165->120
166
You: "Yes."
550
The Deserter: "I waited too long…" The old communard looks at you, his blackberry eyes shaking -- in disbelief. "I waited too long and now he's dead."
166->550
167
The Deserter: "No you're not! He wouldn't go away for so long..." The old communard looks at you -- his blackberry eyes shaking in disbelief. "I waited too long... I waited too long and now he's dead."
167->44
239
Empathy: René still presses on his mind.
168->239
169
IsCunoInParty()
170
IsCunoInParty()
169->170
171
!(IsCunoInParty())
169->171
751
Cuno: Cuno squints into the distance, confused. "Walterschlong?" he whispers to himself.
170->751
171->142
172
Savoir Faire: Boom-boom morons on thin ice, going under -- those are the tent kids!
464
Variable["plaza.met_rene"]
172->464
173->755
326
Variable["seafort.deserter_taking_drugs"]
174->326
175
Composure: It's not a downer. Rather an upper, judging by his snaps.
248
Jump to: [what_ails_him]
175->248
476
The Deserter: "Not since the serfs of ancient Perikarnassis has History produced a more *inert* social class than the Martinaise proletariat. The rest of Revachol at least *pretends* to rebuild, these people still live in ruins..."
176->476
177
The Deserter: "In tents, like animals..." He points to the church. "Like those boom-boom-morons on the ice. A pity they didn't drown in that tent of theirs." He keeps shaking his head with sorrow for the sight he missed.
177->50
670
You: Nod.
177->670
178->136
179
Logic: He *could* be referring to Joyce in her youth. They must have listened to disco when they came here... but it's hard to say.
179->11
180
Conceptualization: Wait! It suddenly strikes you... perhaps it was not as it seemed?
287
Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_something_is_off"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_complicated_shot"]
180->287
181
Jump to: [shooty_heartz]
181->143
182
Suggestion: He's been sweet-talked by this Edgar. They must've met in person for such animosity to have developed.
182->61
183
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
183->330
184
You: What was the deal between him and Edgar?
185
You: Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_logic_link_between_des_and_edgar"]
184->185
186
Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_logic_link_between_des_and_edgar"]
185->186
187
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_logic_link_between_des_and_edgar"])
185->187
415
Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_logic_link_between_des_and_edgar"]
186->415
187->415
188
You: "Regressive beats." (Nod.) "The beats still have a long way to go."
310
IsKimHere()
188->310
565
The Deserter: "She was going home, waddling. Dressed in yellow. Drunk like she often was. The ruins were black around her and she had a yellow leather bag under her arm. She tried to cross the canal."
189->565
190
Kim Kitsuragi: "I don't think now is the time for this, officer." The lieutenant tries to nip it...
454
Conceptualization: ...to no avail!
190->454
191
The Deserter: "All you know is I saw it happen -- and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Her plump body, bobbing up and down in that canal like a cork. That chick-yellow bag still on her, strangling her..." Cold black coals look at the canal, then at you -- blink.
347
Empathy: The same old freezing hatred.
191->347
192
Esprit de Corps: There is *plenty* here to work with once he's in custody -- and the lieutenant knows it. He gives you a little nod to proceed.
348
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
192->348
193
You: "Something with the Union boss..." (Punch yourself in the head.)
194
IsKimHere()
193->194
195
IsKimHere()
194->195
196
!(IsKimHere())
194->196
267
Kim Kitsuragi: "Officer!" The lieutenant watches you beat yourself in the head -- to make a connection in the murder case.
"Officer!" The lieutenant watches you beat yourself in the head -- again. The second time in this interview.
195->267
773
IsCunoInParty()
196->773
268
The Deserter: "Other people?"
197->268
198->118
496
You: "You fucking killed the previous foreman. I know it."
198->496
697
You: "They promised political change. And they didn't deliver."
198->697
699
You: That's it? I've gotta say that? There are no other thoughts in my head?
198->699
199
Kim Kitsuragi: "We will have plenty of time to talk about this later, Mr. Dros." The lieutenant does not let him gloat. "When you're in pre-detention -- it can take *years* in pre-detention."
575
The Deserter: "Go ahead." The straggler closes his gap toothed smiled. "I've been in solitary confinement my whole life."
199->575
200
The Deserter: "He *is* a juicy bon-bon, that one. A real treat. For the black day -- the blackest. When I put that gun in my own mouth. I think: no, don't waste it. Put this lead in that cock René. For the boys he killed -- and then I look at him throw those balls and I suddenly feel..." He lets out a wistful sigh.
200->40
201
choice_to_tell_of_rene
201->41
460
You: "Anyway. Tell me something else, Mr. Dros..."
201->460
779
You: "René is dead. He died of old age, a couple of days ago."
201->779
202
You: "You know, about that René..."
778
The Deserter: "Yes, where is he?" he tenses up. "I hope he doesn't have *debilitating* arthritis. Or kidney stones. He can still come out to play with balls and get shot in the head, right?"
202->778
204
Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"]
203->204
205
!(Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"])
203->205
500
Suggestion: Hearing it may destabilize him -- you sure you've gotten everything from him?
204->500
242
Empathy: Momentarily he's worried for him. He reminds him of himself. The same hatred. The same... you try to think of another thing -- but no, it's just the hatred.
205->242
206
The Deserter: "You think I haven't seen people die? It's all I've seen them do. Fuck and die -- all the other plans we had. To love. To colonize the pale. It's all fucked..."
461
Volition: He's not okay. This is just another black day, in a row of black days -- something *strange* is keeping him together, making him endure...
206->461
207
Cuno: "Slippery fuck didn't keep his word..." The kid's been listening, mouth agape.
233
The Deserter: "Heh..." a sputter again. "Now that sounds like you want me to *testify* in your charade of law. My days are numbered. Let them rot away in a Moralintern cell -- I've said all I will." He coughs.
207->233
208
Cuno: "Sometimes Cuno likes to look at the baggie before he does it. Just look at that fat baggie..."
208->200
322
Variable["seafort.deserter_sugg_hatred_or_hatred"]
209->322
210
Jump to: [themainhub]
7610857
JUMP OUT to SEAFORT / THE DESERTER
210->7610857
244
Electrochemistry: There is definitely something hormonal there. Whatever the condition he's suffering, there is a sexual element to it.
211->244
212
You: "Yeah, wait. We have more serious things to discuss."
371
The Deserter: "Imbeciles..." The old man in the dirty tracksuit trousers stares at you, panting from hatred. A gust of wind blows in from the sea, bending the reeds behind him...
212->371
710
The Deserter: "Every morning he's there. While the parasites he fought to protect are off in Ozonne, or Croyant-Morain, or some other island they've built their palaces on. Feeding on drugs and having sex with their own children."
213->710
214
You: "Hmmm... and the racist on the gates, pumped full of steroids?"
214->140
215
The Deserter: "What is my *opinion*? You think the rich man has an opinion on this idiocy? Is the rich man on the radio, telling you his opinion?"
556
The Deserter: "No," he answers for you. "The rich man's looking at real estate and fiddling his kids. Wading through the corpses..."
215->556
216
The Deserter: "Steroids and radio shows..." His voice trails off into a despondent sputter. "Probably that Revachol 98AM that's *irradiating* the lumpen, it's the worst..."
519
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
216->519
217
You: "Then why was he *there*?"
403
The Deserter: "Scratching away at the race question... You Moralintern monkeys keep the conversation going on Channel 4, helping the rich man conduct his swindle with this inanity."
217->403
218->330
219
The Deserter: "I do. Some *advertising* cockroaches used their accumulated capital to erect a new, ironic version of it. We tore it down with honest working class plastic explosives -- but there it is again, grinning..." He shakes his head in disgust.
334
The Deserter: "Art is a bourgeois establishment. It's an affront to humanity. Every gallery should be bulldozed and the artists should all be given 30 years of hard labour in Yekokataa."
219->334
220
The Deserter: "The fat Union-man let them put it there. Corrupt as he is. Probably got a fat check for it too, shared with *the law*..."
220->58
221
The Deserter: He shrugs. "I was right about one of those things."
293
Jump to: [welcome_to_evrart]
221->293
222
The Deserter: "First against the wall with them," he sputters. "First against the wall. For keeping the mills of capital going. They should go *before* the owners."
650
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
222->650
223
Logic: Oh no, the connection doesn't come to you! On such a *pivotal* moment...
223->67
345
The Deserter: "Called in they say -- on the eve of battle. Ran away. Vanished like a piss-stain..." He squints and smiles at the black logs.
"Called in they say -- on the eve of battle. Ran away. Vanished like a piss-stain, or a spot of her expensive perfume..." He squints and smiles at the black logs.
224->345
225
IsKimHere()
226
IsKimHere()
225->226
227
!(IsKimHere())
225->227
305
Kim Kitsuragi: "Did she?" The lieutenant's voice is calm. "They say her *daughter* called in, not her personally. But that wasn't really her daughter, was it?"
"Did she?" The lieutenant feels it too, in his black gaze. "They say her *daughter* called in, not her personally. But that wasn't really her daughter, was it?"
226->305
384
You: "But did she? They say it was her daughter who called in for her. That wasn't her daughter, was it?"
227->384
228
You: "You shot her."
537
The Deserter: "*Someone* shot her," he shrugs. His eyes grow cold suddenly. "Or maybe the cow just fell. My memory is full of holes. All I know is..."
228->537
229
You: "You can tell me, here. It won't be *that* usable."
"You can tell a comrade. It won't be *that* usable."
386
The Deserter: "I haven't lived and fought for forty years to end up as a collaborationist. I've heard it -- on Channel 8, 40AM, Radio Revachol Late Night..."
"I haven't lived and fought for forty years to end up as a collaborationist. I've heard it on Channel 8, 40AM and Le Canal du Crime..."
229->386
230
Rhetoric: What more is there to say? You've *always* got *something to say.
307
Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_always_say_something"]
230->307
231->341
232->383
738
this_final_hub
233->738
234
The Deserter: "I remember him..." He points to his black eye. "I remember him from *La Noce* -- not him personally, his make and model. There were tens of thousands of them. I thought we took them all out before the liberals came to their rescue. We missed one..."
619
The Deserter: "*That* one." With his shaky finger he points to the city, toward the crater near the plaza where a lonely pine tree stands.
234->619
235
The Deserter: "Calm down? I'm not angry..." His hand still trembles. "I *adore* him. He reminds me of everything we fought for. At least we killed that Frissel and his kingsmen..." He's overtaken by a coughing fit.
782
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
235->782
236
The Deserter: "Fat and plump. Like a pheasant, just *begging* to be popped off...." A grin stretches across his face and he whispers: "Please, Mr. Dros. Shoot me."
355
Half Light: He whispers with such predatory hunger it borders on *longing*.
236->355
237->355
238
The Deserter: "A real treat. For the black day -- the blackest day," he says, almost salivating. "When I put the gun in my own mouth, I always think: No. Put this lead in that cock René. And I go to look at him throw those balls. And I suddenly feel..." He breathes out.
238->40
434
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
239->434
240->330
752
Reaction Speed: And the soucriant, on *her* yacht -- Joyce? Probably...
241->752
462
Esprit de Corps: They are veterans of the same war. Somewhere west, in Coal City his enemy is lying in a dark room, on a metal slider, not breathing. Like he will too. Soon. Half of the war between these men is over.
242->462
243
The Deserter: "All human beings care about each other." A little flash of anger. "I cared for... seeing his head explode. And now... god damn this world."
243->322
244->85
245
IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") or IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal")
246
IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") or IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal")
245->246
247
!(IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") or IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal"))
245->247
583
Rhetoric: Are you sure about him being lucid? Maybe he's just affected by an extreme case of *socialism*.
246->583
401
Rhetoric: He is indeed very lucid at times..
247->401
248->6
249
Jump to: [themainhub]
249->7610857
250
You: Yeah no. Enough of that, this isn't going anywhere.
250->524
251->10
251->90
252
The Deserter: "Syphilis is a disease Filippe III contracted in a whore house," he fires quickly. "The statue is an abomination."
378
You: "Good. Now that that's settled..."
252->378
479
You: "Abomination?"
252->479
253
You: "But it's still there."
379
The Deserter: "What a keen remark!" He sputters. "Yes it is, isn't it?! It's still there. Do you know *why*?"
253->379
333
The Deserter: "What are you talking about?" The ancient communard cocks his head.
254->333
255
You: "Typical far left treachery, repressing your own people."
410
The Deserter: "It is *commonplace* to relocate the workforce according to the needs of the land. All nations do it. It's called settlement." He shakes his head and mumbles: "Browbeating from the bourgeois art-fascist..."
255->410
256
The Deserter: "Never trust a social democrat who quotes Mazov..." he suddenly remembers: "Oh, and charity too. They love their charity -- offered me blankets and social housing. I still have the gas cooker he brought."
651
Jump to: [welcome_to_evrart]
256->651
257
The Deserter: "First against the wall with them," he sputters. "First against the wall, for keeping the mills of capital. They should go *before* the owners..."
257->183
258
Drama: There is more here, but you may not have the information to pry it loose from him...
258->102
259
You: "Twenty years ago, when you met Edgar. The Claires didn't run the Union yet, did they?"
259->158
567
Logic: Here it is. The bend in the river...
260->567
261
You: "It was you." (Make a motion, like shooting a rifle.)
570
The Deserter: "Heh." He does not fall for it. "It was someone. *Someone* shot her," he shrugs. His eyes grow cold suddenly.
261->570
262
IsKimHere()
263
IsKimHere()
262->263
264
!(IsKimHere())
262->264
263->190
264->383
265
Kim Kitsuragi: "I don't think now is the time for this, officer." The lieutenant tries to nip it..
692
Rhetoric: ...to no avail!
265->692
349
Conceptualization: ...to no avail!
266->349
350
Reaction Speed: He quickly realises what is happening.
267->350
618
Kim Kitsuragi: "Like -- the previous forewoman of the Union."
"The previous forewoman of the Union -- Tiphaine Holly."
268->618
269
Variable["seafort.deserter_physinst_finish_interrogation"]
270
Variable["seafort.deserter_physinst_finish_interrogation"]
269->270
271
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_physinst_finish_interrogation"])
269->271
746
Volition: NOW!
270->746
271->667
272->199
273->234
458
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
274->458
275
Hand/Eye Coordination: If only he had the ammunition.
665
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
275->665
277
IsCunoInParty()
276->277
278
!(IsCunoInParty())
276->278
277->208
278->238
279
Esprit de Corps: With an agitated gait Satellite-Officer Jean-Heron Vicquemare paces the jetty, 22 kilometres East -- in Martinaise: "What could he *possibly* be doing there for so long," he says.
279->78
281
The Deserter: "No I'm not *okay*..." He waves his hand, chasing something that's not there. "I shit blood and I'm surrounded by insane people..."
370
Composure: There it is again -- erratic hand motions. Bouts of rage. And the stomach thing too of course...
281->370
282
Jump to: [themainhub]
282->7610857
283->136
284
You: "You're right. I too am a level headed moral person, unaffected by Measurehead."
331
The Deserter: "I find it strange that you keep bringing this up. You moralist types are eternally fascinated with these race topics. Helping the ruling class conduct their swindle."
284->331
285->51
286
The Deserter: "Maybe you're right..." His dark eyes fill with the sudden understanding. "That *is* how dialectics work. But understand this -- art is *still* a bourgeois institution."
286->409
288
Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_something_is_off"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_complicated_shot"]
287->288
289
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_something_is_off"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_complicated_shot"])
287->289
288->143
289->18
290->560
291->26
291->156
412
You: "Mr. Dros, did you kill the Krenel mercenary for the Claires? To incite a riot?" (Proceed.)
291->412
485
You: "Have you approached them?"
291->485
685
You: "And he let you be here?"
291->685
294
Suggestion: Don't go straight for the kill, exhaust everything else first, soften him up...
292->294
293->291
294->291
295
IsKimHere()
296
IsKimHere()
295->296
297
!(IsKimHere())
295->297
298
Kim Kitsuragi: "Again? What have you done for Edgar before?"
296->298
451
You: "Again? What have you done for him before?"
297->451
730
You: "Let's let this one slide."
297->730
728
The Deserter: "Tried teaching him some Mazovian socio-economics. They didn't stick. We parted ways." He coughs.
298->728
299
You: "You know, those beats are actually quite *progressive*."
299->32
300->341
301
Variable["tc.claire_predecessor_disappeared"]
302
Variable["tc.claire_predecessor_disappeared"]
301->302
303
!(Variable["tc.claire_predecessor_disappeared"])
301->303
302->100
486
Rhetoric: That is a euphemism.
303->486
304
The Deserter: "And money -- she liked that too. That Holly was a real bridge-builder and a deal-maker..." His eyes glisten suddenly, with hatred.
686
Half Light: Bordering on sentimentality, it drips out of him. Tempered by something familiar to you. A familiar rage.
304->686
736
The Deserter: "No, I guess it was not..." You could swear you see the embers glow again, under his eyes on the dust.
305->736
306->228
306->261
539
You: "You killed her?"
306->539
308
Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_always_say_something"]
307->308
309
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_always_say_something"])
307->309
308->27
421
You: "I let them in the church. The boom-boom is now in the church."
308->421
740
You: "It was I who cleared them from the ice."
308->740
508
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
309->508
311
IsKimHere()
310->311
312
!(IsKimHere())
310->312
311->35
312->383
313
Authority: There is no other officer on the scene, only you. You *have* to get a hold of yourself -- finish the interrogation.
313->114
314
Esprit de Corps: To your right you see the lieutenant give you a quick sideways glance...
351
Jump to: [Kim Kitsuragi: ""About this deal you made." The lie..."]
314->351
315
Logic: Before, when you asked him about the Union he said it was a *disappointment*. They promised him something. Political.
315->125
316
The Deserter: "Look who's up!" he grins at you. "From the drunken stupor. This one's worse for wear than me... and so emotional. Life is hard for us human beings in deregulation hell, isn't it?"
316->199
317
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
317->330
318
IsCunoInParty()
319
IsCunoInParty()
318->319
320
!(IsCunoInParty())
318->320
319->207
694
You: "Edgar didn't keep his part of the deal."
320->694
321->330
323
Variable["seafort.deserter_sugg_hatred_or_hatred"]
322->323
324
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_sugg_hatred_or_hatred"])
322->324
323->630
324->128
325
The Deserter: "Fuck you..." the old communard says -- staring at the ground -- seemingly to the island you're on.
325->630
327
Variable["seafort.deserter_taking_drugs"]
326->327
328
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_taking_drugs"])
326->328
473
IsKimHere()
327->473
328->175
329
Half Light: Detest pushes the cobwebs out of his eyes, pushes the melancholy aside. He relishes it.
329->212
708
You: "More specifically?"
329->708
330->184
330->202
330->214
373
You: "There was something about the statue on the roundabout -- and syphilis?"
330->373
374
You: "The blood-drenched soucriant on her boat -- what is a soucriant?"
330->374
402
You: "The *boom-boom-boom morons* on the ice..."
330->402
477
You: "By the 'cock parading in his colourful uniform,' you mean *René*?"
330->477
516
You: "Disco... whores?"
330->516
517
You: "I'm glad we talked about this. Now..."
330->517
711
You: "You mentioned the Union is social-democratic -- and Mr. Claire a farce of a social-democrat."
330->711
331->88
332->673
644
You: "Never mind."
333->644
679
You: "It's not a monument to Filippe III anymore -- it's a monument to the monument of Filippe III exploding."
333->679
762
Variable["tc.statue_was_shot"]
334->762
335
You: "Yes."
335->286
336
Rhetoric: Not only.
336->144
336->335
723
You: "Yes, and furthermore -- the design bureau people are probably left wing too. They often are."
336->723
337
Kim Kitsuragi: "Yes. Shameful." The lieutenant takes a quick note. "So many others to *punish* over the years -- isn't that right, detective?" He turns to you.
337->181
338->182
339
You: "How did he know you were here?"
609
The Deserter: "He didn't just stumble in like an oaf," he nods to you. "He figured it out. Some kids told him about a monster on the island. I told you, he has brains." He points to the path leading to the tower.
339->609
340->222
341->330
487
Variable["seafort.deserter_inland_unsolved_mysteries"]
342->487
343
The Deserter: "That bourgeois cow... Tiphaine Holly was her name." He narrows his eyes. "Licked the rich man's hand every time he came to town. Never seen a labour leader so hot on mutual cooperation..."
343->304
344->105
490
Logic: No. That's not quite it, is it?
345->490
538
The Deserter: "Because she was dead."
346->538
542
IsKimHere()
347->542
348->330
349->383
350->113
423
Kim Kitsuragi: "About this deal you made." The lieutenant immediately understands what is happening, and turns to the suspect.
351->423
352
Volition: Ease off it. This was not an unmitigated disaster. The lieutenant mitigated it. Just proceed, calmly...
352->317
353
Logic: That's, regrettably, all you've got, yes.
353->39
354->234
700
You: "Let's definitely back off now. Calm down."
355->700
777
You: "You'd like to kill him?"
355->777
356
Variable["seafort.deserter_elchem_a_treat"]
357
Variable["seafort.deserter_elchem_a_treat"]
356->357
358
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_elchem_a_treat"])
356->358
459
You: "Save the treat for later?"
357->459
499
You: Nod.
357->499
358->71
359
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
359->330
360->42
361
Variable["gates.mhead_introhub_reached"]
362
Variable["gates.mhead_introhub_reached"]
361->362
363
!(Variable["gates.mhead_introhub_reached"])
361->363
362->2
363->241
364
Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_funeral"]
365
Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_funeral"]
364->365
366
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_funeral"])
364->366
365->279
366->321
367
Untitled hub
367->3
551
You: "Are you okay Mr. Dros? To go on?"
367->551
580
You: "You cared about him?"
367->580
666
You: "I'm sorry."
367->666
368->281
369
You: No matter.
369->175
585
Variable["seafort.deserter_elchem_substances"]
370->585
371->249
372
You: Just nod.
372->137
504
Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
373->504
395
Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
374->395
375
You: "I for one *do* have an opinion on Measurehead that people need to hear. And it's not positive."
595
The Deserter: "You moralist types are all cryptofascists, eternally fascinated with lurid race topics. Helping the ruling class conduct their swindle, keeping the inane conversation going on Channel 4."
375->595
376
You: "Oh, you mean the company representative."
376->54
377
The Deserter: "Your beloved *representative of the harbour company* is a soucriant. I saw her. Women like her *feed* on the life energy of young working class men. And they *let* her."
377->754
378->91
721
statuesque
379->721
380->143
381->145
382
The Deserter: "That deformed toad? I wouldn't expect him to wipe his own ass. I mean the *brains* of the operation. The smart one."
769
Variable["tc.edgar_claire"]
382->769
383->341
384->736
385
The Deserter: "Everyone is a blobber in this world. Everyone betrays everyone. They're all already locked up -- for betrayal. The best ones, the ones with heart, were slaughtered, trampled..." He looks to the city.
385->347
386->385
698
Perception (Sight): Still dumb, your eyes are transfixed on his digit. It's yellow with nicotine...
387->698
388
Variable["seafort.deserter_perc_fingernails"]
389
Variable["seafort.deserter_perc_fingernails"]
388->389
390
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_perc_fingernails"])
388->390
776
Perception (Sight): You could say he has dirty fingernails, but that's just a fact, it's not going to do anything.
389->776
390->353
391
The Deserter: "Every *fucking* morning, for thirty-four years..." He grinds his teeth in rage. "Throwing that ball. One ball against the other... I've always loathed that game. That is *not* a working class game. I don't care what they say on Radio June."
391->119
392
Electrochemistry: A treat. Better served for later... he's a pleasure delayer.
392->356
393
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
393->330
394
Empathy: It doesn't look like he is. Okay.
394->393
396
Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
395->396
397
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"])
395->397
706
The Deserter: "Who fucking cares?" It does not seem to strike a fire in him anymore...
396->706
636
Variable["seafort.deserter_joyce_time"]
397->636
672
Composure: A strange little engine seems to fire up in him again. It straightens his back.
398->672
399
Composure: Aside from the rare erratic hand gesture, smacking his lips and despondently staring into the fire, you can only see that he is old.
399->210
400
Electrochemistry: And also flashes of lust, simmering in there. Not too common in people his age.
400->6
401->175
443
The Deserter: "They're morons, duped by bourgeois culture. What *more* is there to say? I've seen their kind -- pop up, like worms after the rain." He makes an erratic gesture of annoyance.
"They were boom boom imbeciles -- at least they're not there anymore." He gestures toward the ice. "What more is there to say? They're duped -- by bourgeois culture. I've seen their kind pop up, like worms after the rain."
402->443
442
The Deserter: "You think the rich man cares about your little race games? He rules the whole world. And he laughs at your moral soliloquies." He stares into the dead embers.
403->442
404
The Deserter: "Oh, I'm sure you have *all* internalized your fair share of *racism* at the RCM. You don't have to tell me. It shows. Can't stop talking about some kind of head-measuring man..."
520
IsKimHere()
404->520
405
Suggestion: Keep talking about the head-measuring man. Politics yields information from this man, gets him spilling facts.
405->142
406
You: "Because you forgot to take it down?"
641
The Deserter: "Forgot?!" he spreads his arms. "The Party had each of the 141 Filippian monuments detonated with plastic explosives. We were *pedantic* about carrying out the order. No..." He points toward the city.
406->641
407
Visual Calculus: The bullet hole in Filippe's heart... he'd been shot in the heart. By him?
480
Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_complicated_shot"]
407->480
408
The Deserter: "What is this madness?" A dim light comes on in his eyes...
408->14
409->255
531
You: "I don't know about that. Could we not?"
409->531
724
You: "Of course. Straight to Yekokataa."
409->724
410->96
411
The Deserter: "For a middle-class cop you're damn good at getting information out of an old revisionist deserter. Go ahead," he gives you an acknowledging little nod.
411->145
608
The Deserter: "I'm not doing anything for that swine again." He shakes his head.
"You know why I killed that fucker, comrade..." He shakes his head. "As to Edgar, I'm not doing anything for that swine again."
"You know why I killed that fucker, droite..." He shakes his head. "As to Edgar, I'm not doing anything for that swine again."
"What? You're stupid for a communist..." He shakes his head. "I'm not doing anything for that swine again."
412->608
413->62
414->23
416
Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_logic_link_between_des_and_edgar"]
415->416
417
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_rc_logic_link_between_des_and_edgar"])
415->417
654
Logic: The connection comes to you, like a splash of cold water. Dark, cold water...
416->654
417->223
418
IsTHCPresent("hardcore_aesthetic")
419
IsTHCPresent("hardcore_aesthetic")
418->419
420
!(IsTHCPresent("hardcore_aesthetic"))
418->420
491
Conceptualization: Oh, there's plenty to say, hard-core man.
419->491
732
Variable["church.ravers_inside_church"] or Variable["church.andre_arrest_order_given"] or Variable["church.andre_told_to_leave"]
420->732
689
IsKimHere()
421->689
422->343
747
Kim Kitsuragi: "With Edgar. The death of the Krenel mercenary was only *coincidentally* beneficial to the Claires. But..."
423->747
424
Pain Threshold: God dammit. Why are you so stupid? That's it -- we're aborting this mental failure. Back to questions.
553
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
424->553
425
The Deserter: "Heh, yes, of course..." He mutters to himself. "Must be passing a kidney stone. I hope it's excruciating. At least it keeps him from throwing his balls..."
620
Variable["seafort.deserter_emp_worried_reentry"]
425->620
426
Variable["seafort.deserter_vol_row_of_black_days"]
427
Variable["seafort.deserter_vol_row_of_black_days"]
426->427
428
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_vol_row_of_black_days"])
426->428
429
Conceptualization: ...an idea. Told to him by grown ups, from radio towers and leaflets, in beautiful print when he was still a teenager: everything is possible. If we fight.
427->429
428->394
623
Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_for_an_idea"]
429->623
430
Pain Threshold: And then he lost. So did they all.
430->393
431
Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
432
Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
431->432
433
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"])
431->433
705
The Deserter: "Glad we talked about *what*?" Another erratic gesture. He's trembling...
432->705
433->9
434->330
435
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
435->330
436
Rhetoric: He's drunk, she thinks. And we all know it. Still, she's just *trying* to see it in a generous light...
436->435
437
The Deserter: His lip curls into a sneer at the memory.
437->330
438
The Deserter: "I don't know what that is..." He shakes his head.
438->515
439->361
440
The Deserter: "We did good when we pushed him under the horse car. Until, in the Thirties, those disco whores..." He breathes in, his breath heavy with hatred, you cannot make out a single word.
440->439
441->216
442->673
443->418
444
The Deserter: "So you're saying it's... a *communist* monument now?"
444->336
445->334
446->599
448
IsKimHere()
447->448
449
!(IsKimHere())
447->449
448->337
449->181
450
Reaction Speed: Edgar!
450->22
451->728
452->28
687
The Deserter: "A degenerate workers' state? Goat shit? No, thank you. I'm Revacholian," he spits. "My days are short. I will rot away here -- in a Moralintern cell. I will not testify to anything." He coughs.
453->687
454->383
455
Suggestion: C'mon. Just a little. You're buddies.
541
Half Light: Threaten with PAIN. All human beings respect pain. It's the truth.
455->541
456->772
457
Perception (Sight): There doesn't seem to be a single person under the pine today. Not even Gaston, alone.
576
Variable["seafort.deserter_perc_no_pine"]
457->576
458->330
459->120
460->425
461->426
509
Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_funeral"]
462->509
463
Esprit de Corps: "Policework?" Patrol Officer Judit Minot replies, with a tinge of hope in her voice. A tinge of warmth too, against the cold air rising from the water...
463->436
465
Variable["plaza.met_rene"]
464->465
466
!(Variable["plaza.met_rene"])
464->466
465->47
466->330
467
Variable["seafort.deserter_painthresh_drouamine"]
468
Variable["seafort.deserter_painthresh_drouamine"]
467->468
469
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_painthresh_drouamine"])
467->469
668
Composure: He's clearly a drug user of the painkillers sort, prone to erratic hand gestures -- and malnourished. But that's it. The moment passes and you say...
468->668
555
Composure: He's prone to erratic hand gestures -- and clearly malnourished. But that's it. You can see no more by looking at his slouched frame. The moment passes and you say...
469->555
471
Variable["seafort.deserter_wc_health_failed_once"]
470->471
472
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_wc_health_failed_once"])
470->472
471->399
472->48
474
IsKimHere()
473->474
475
!(IsKimHere())
473->475
474->86
514
Reaction Speed: Didn't he say...
475->514
476->177
477->391
478
The Deserter: "A soucriant, a blood-sucker, the rich whore on her boat."
478->376
639
You: "Oh, you mean Joyce."
478->639
674
The Deserter: "The bacteria entered his brain and made him squander trillions on sparkling wine, *cocainum*, and monuments of himself. His son Filippe IV the Insane contracted syphilis in the womb..." he breathes in with a wheeze of hatred.
479->674
481
Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_complicated_shot"]
480->481
482
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_deserter_shot_statue"] or Variable["seafort.deserter_viscal_complicated_shot"])
480->482
529
Conceptualization: Forget about that! Something much more noteworthy goes off in your brain! Could it not have been that...
481->529
482->180
483->255
483->531
483->724
484->726
485->155
486->258
488
Variable["seafort.deserter_inland_unsolved_mysteries"]
487->488
489
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_inland_unsolved_mysteries"])
487->489
652
Logic: Nothing mysterious about missing one thing in a hundred. Dust yourself off and proceed.
488->652
489->653
490->225
491->110
492
IsKimHere()
493
IsKimHere()
492->493
494
!(IsKimHere())
492->494
493->314
662
IsCunoInParty()
494->662
495->269
496->316
497
Perception (Sight): There doesn't seem to be a single person under the pine today...
497->576
498
The Deserter: "Not yet. I like to *look* at him strut around, place the cross-hair on his medals." The smile lingers. "Right on his face, and just... fiddle the trigger. *Think* about it. Let the bon-bon melt in my mouth..."
498->392
499->200
500->201
501
Jump to: [choice_to_tell_of_rene]
501->201
502
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
502->330
503
The Deserter: "Frissel the First, Filippe the Second, what's the difference? Syphilitic murderers the lot. I don't want to think about those things anymore. I'm tired of all of it!"
781
Half Light: The flame of anger dulls in him. He tires of it, all of it...
503->781
505
Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"]
504->505
506
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_told_rene_is_dead"])
504->506
505->503
506->252
507
You: Say nothing.
589
The Deserter: "That's all the rich *really* want -- sex with their own children. Throughout history -- even the royal bloodline of the Suzerain! -- it's all just an excuse for them to have sordid sex. At least that old cunt Frissel is now dead..."
507->589
508->330
510
Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_funeral"]
509->510
511
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_esprit_funeral"])
509->511
629
Esprit de Corps: With an agitated gait Satellite-Officer Jean-Heron Vicquemare paces the jetty, 22 kilometres East -- in Martinaise: "What could he *possibly* be doing there for so long," he says.
510->629
511->435
632
Composure: In summary, you sense some underlying neurological disorder.
512->632
513->245
514->134
514->369
515->6
516->74
517->431
518->215
519->330
521
IsKimHere()
520->521
522
!(IsKimHere())
520->522
523
Kim Kitsuragi: The lieutenant gives you a nod. Go on, he seems to say.
521->523
522->169
523->405
524->216
525
Variable["seafort.deserter_said_joyce_messier"]
526
Variable["seafort.deserter_said_joyce_messier"]
525->526
527
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_said_joyce_messier"])
525->527
761
The Deserter: "Your beloved *Joyce Messier*. A soucriant. A blood sucker. Women like her *feed* on the life energy of young working class men. And they *let* her."
526->761
527->377
528
You: Say: "Because the king is holy and his statues are indestructible." (But mean it ironically.)
530
The Deserter: "No, cynical *design* cockroaches like you erected a new, ironic version of it. We tore it down with honest working class plastic explosives -- but there it is again, grinning..." He shakes his head in disgust.
528->530
529->287
530->334
531->95
532
The Deserter: "You know, you don't sound like a liberast anymore. Maybe I was wrong..." He measures you with his black eyes. "Maybe I will be escorted to prison by another Mazovian communist -- as I should."
532->17
725
You: "You're wrong. I'm no communard. I'm a cop."
532->725
533
The Deserter: "Stepped right off the boat and walked down where you came. I even kept the door open for him -- thought he was a man of the left. Wouldn't rat me out."
533->221
534->256
535
The Deserter: "*Let* me be here?" He looks around. "The ZoC is an unlawful successor of the Commune of Revachol. We took this fortification from the loyalists. Even the Claires understand this..."
729
Rhetoric: They let him be here. 'Understanding' was a courtesy -- but why such a courtesy?
535->729
536->183
537->66
538->159
539->160
540->101
540->188
540->299
731
You: "Good, traditional Revacholian beats. Not moronic at all."
540->731
541->738
543
IsKimHere()
542->543
544
!(IsKimHere())
542->544
543->192
695
Authority: There is *plenty* here to work with once he's in custody -- proceed with a sure hand now!
544->695
545
The Deserter: The communist watches you violently beat yourself in the head to make a connection in his case. It yields no revelations.
The communist watches you beat yourself in the head -- again. The second time in this interview. It yields no revelations.
545->424
546
Composure: You *have* to straighten your back and get back to it now. You're the last detective of the RCM here. Finish the interrogation, it doesn't matter if you forgot one thing.
546->36
547
Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"]
548
Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"]
547->548
549
!(Variable["plaza.rene_know_dead"])
547->549
548->457
549->497
550->44
551->206
552
You: "Okay then."
552->589
553->330
753
Cuno: "Yo, Cuno doesn't understand what's goin' on here. Get a hold of it, detective Dick, let's move on, okay?"
554->753
555->210
594
Rhetoric: Ha, yes, but he was *there*. Why was he *there* if you can't have an opinion?!
556->594
557
You: "Did you notice that he is not..." (Point toward the general area of your face.)
557->141
558
Encyclopedia: That is technically possible, although Filippe III was not actually syphilitic, he was just mad.
596
The Deserter: "And he *still* went on to govern Revachol for twenty five years! We lost 2 million lives toppling that mode of government -- and those grotesque statues too, hundreds of them..."
558->596
559
The Deserter: "The king was a congenitally deformed adulterer. The Party had his monuments detonated with plastic explosives. That one was *especially* destructible..." He points toward the city.
681
The Deserter: "Until some *advertising* cockroaches used their accumulated capital to erect a new, ironic version of it." He shakes his head in disgust: "Art is a bourgeois establishment. It's an affront to humanity."
559->681
560->330
561->151
563
IsKimHere()
562->563
564
!(IsKimHere())
562->564
649
Kim Kitsuragi: "How did he know you were here?"
563->649
564->339
565->30
610
IsKimHere()
566->610
567->109
569
The Deserter: "The cow caught a bullet in her right lung, fell into the canal grasping her tit and drowned. Or bled -- hard to say. It was a sloppy job. And a moving target."
568->569
569->565
737
The Deserter: "Or maybe she just fell. I get these violent ideations.... My memory is filled with holes, especially the Thirties. All I know is..."
570->737
571
You: "But you did *do* it."
739
The Deserter: "I saw it happen and I liked it. That's all I have to say. I didn't live and fight for forty years to end up as a collaborationist. I've heard it on Channel 8, 40AM, Radio Revachol Late Night..."
571->739
572
You: "We have ways to make you talk -- in that Moralintern cell."
741
The Deserter: "I didn't live and fight for forty years to end up as a collaborationist. I've heard it -- on Channel 8, 40AM *and* Radio Revachol Late Night..."
572->741
573
You: "Kim, what do you think? About this... you know..."
573->423
574
The Deserter: "Look who's up." He scoffs. "You're worse off than me."
661
Kim Kitsuragi: "We will have plenty of time to talk about this, Mr. Dros." He does not let him gloat. "When you're in pre-detention -- it takes *years* in pre-detention."
574->661
575->352
577
Variable["seafort.deserter_perc_no_pine"]
576->577
578
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_perc_no_pine"])
576->578
577->164
701
You: Just nod.
577->701
578->236
579
Empathy: Oh my, god, he's even *worried* for him.
579->501
580->243
581->467
757
Empathy: Great leaps of emotion: from anger to grief, despair...
582->757
583->175
584
Electrochemistry: Could it be a symptom of overdosing on something? Something even you have not tried? Keep your eyes peeled.
584->282
586
Variable["seafort.deserter_elchem_substances"]
585->586
587
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_elchem_substances"])
585->587
586->584
587->282
588->476
589->372
671
You: "Mhm. Now -- I have some questions about this..."
589->671
717
Variable["XP.deserter_ages_ago"]
590->717
591->217
591->284
591->375
591->557
716
You: "By the way, I have internalized his *weltanschauung*."
591->716
592->330
715
The Deserter: "Not everyone is." He nods. "Most people are *young* and that. The rich man took everything from you, lumpenproletariat. Except your bottle..."
593->715
594->591
595->88
596->253
597
Reaction Speed: Wait, the bullet hole in Filippe's heart! The statue had been shot -- that was him!
676
Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"]
597->676
598->220
599->444
600
Variable["seafort.deserter_i_am_also_communist"]
601
Variable["seafort.deserter_i_am_also_communist"]
600->601
602
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_i_am_also_communist"])
600->602
601->532
602->55
603
Esprit de Corps: Camaraderie even. For a second there he feels less alone -- but then the second passes.
603->96
604->382
605->60
606
Logic: Of course. Maybe the Claires asked him to...
606->294
727
The Deserter: "You can't live alone..." He's stopped poking at the ash now, just shakes his head.
607->727
608->295
609->533
611
IsKimHere()
610->611
612
!(IsKimHere())
610->612
655
Kim Kitsuragi: "Edgar didn't keep his part of the deal."
611->655
612->318
613
You: Wait. It was about him meeting Edgar, and a deal...
613->68
614
Jump to: [red_failure]
614->772
615
Variable["seafort.deserter_vol_finish_interrogation"]
616
Variable["seafort.deserter_vol_finish_interrogation"]
615->616
617
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_vol_finish_interrogation"])
615->617
616->667
617->313
618->80
619->547
621
Variable["seafort.deserter_emp_worried_reentry"]
620->621
622
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_emp_worried_reentry"])
620->622
702
Empathy: He was worried for him.
621->702
748
Empathy: He seems relieved. Could he have been worried for him?
622->748
624
Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_for_an_idea"]
623->624
625
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_concept_for_an_idea"])
623->625
624->430
625->393
626
Variable["ice.andre_greeting_done"] or Variable["ice.acele_greet_hub_reached"]
627
Variable["ice.andre_greeting_done"] or Variable["ice.acele_greet_hub_reached"]
626->627
628
!(Variable["ice.andre_greeting_done"] or Variable["ice.acele_greet_hub_reached"])
626->628
627->172
628->464
629->463
630->367
631
Composure: Indeed. He speaks fluidly, his movements are rapid, if erratic. His voice, despite the cough, is there. It is capable of expressing complicated ideas. Above all, he seems *animated*.
631->81
632->85
633->438
634
Conceptualization: The familiar *put put put* of hatred.
634->329
635->524
637
Variable["seafort.deserter_joyce_time"]
636->637
638
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_joyce_time"])
636->638
637->525
638->478
639->54
640
You: "I don't know."
640->219
642
The Deserter: "Some advertising cockroaches used their accumulated capital to erect a new, ironic version of it." He shakes his head in disgust: "Art is a bourgeois establishment. It's an affront to humanity."
641->642
642->762
643
Visual Calculus: It had to be, he's already proven capable of taking a far more complicated shot from here.
643->480
644->93
645->765
684
The Deserter: "First against the wall with them," he sputters. "Keeping the mills running, collaborants, the whole lot. They should go *before* the owners..."
646->684
647->606
648
Jump to: [bonus_hatred_hub]
648->330
649->609
650->330
651->291
652->653
653->330
654->259
656
The Deserter: "Heh..." A sputter again, nothing more.
655->656
656->161
657
IsKimHere()
658
IsKimHere()
657->658
659
!(IsKimHere())
657->659
688
Kim Kitsuragi: "I don't think now is the time for this, officer." The lieutenant tries to nip it...
658->688
659->231
660->492
661->575
663
IsCunoInParty()
662->663
664
!(IsCunoInParty())
662->664
663->753
664->546
665->330
666->325
667->330
668->210
669->631
670->8
671->440
712
Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_hates"]
672->712
758
Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_lets_get_serious"]
673->758
674->558
675
You: "Because the king is holy and his statues are indestructible."
675->559
677
Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"]
676->677
678
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_reaction_deserter_shot_statue"])
676->678
677->643
678->407
679->408
680->7610857
681->762
682
Suggestion: The smallest doubt takes root in him -- perhaps this cop is... no, it can't be. This has helped your standing in his eyes.
682->96
683->182
684->648
685->535
686->63
686->224
687->455
688->162
690
IsKimHere()
689->690
691
!(IsKimHere())
689->691
690->265
691->157
692->157
693
You: "Okay then. That's that." (Point to your head.) "But I know."
693->191
694->233
695->348
696->615
697->574
698->315
699->388
700->235
701->236
750
Suggestion: He reminds him of himself. The same hatred. The same... you try to think of another thing -- but no, it's just the hatred.
702->750
703
The Deserter: "No..."
703->166
704
You: "Just kidding..."
703->704
704->167
705->680
706->502
707
Electrochemistry: Is it some kind of substance damage? Like he's addicted to something -- not only the painkillers he's clearly on.
707->85
708->135
709
Composure: You've seen demented people before. This feels similar, yet different. When his thoughts move they are lucid, keen even -- not senile.
709->707
710->507
710->552
711->121
713
Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_hates"]
712->713
714
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_composure_hates"])
712->714
713->634
714->329
715->89
716->404
718
Variable["XP.deserter_ages_ago"]
717->718
719
!(Variable["XP.deserter_ages_ago"])
717->719
718->179
719->592
720->592
721->92
721->406
721->528
721->640
721->675
722->150
723->94
724->600
725->411
726->330
727->152
728->301
729->651
730->257
731->262
733
Variable["church.ravers_inside_church"] or Variable["church.andre_arrest_order_given"] or Variable["church.andre_told_to_leave"]
732->733
734
!(Variable["church.ravers_inside_church"] or Variable["church.andre_arrest_order_given"] or Variable["church.andre_told_to_leave"])
732->734
733->230
734->508
735->65
736->108
737->66
738->229
738->571
738->572
738->693
739->385
740->657
741->385
742
Pain Threshold: Slap yourself in your head again, jump start it!
742->772
744
Variable["seafort.deserter_slapped_yourself_once"]
743->744
745
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_slapped_yourself_once"])
743->745
744->742
745->163
746->667
747->197
748->750
749
Esprit de Corps: They are veterans of the same war. Somewhere west, in Coal City his enemy is lying in a dark room, on a metal slider. In L'Ossuaire Municipal, like he will too. Soon. Half of the war between these men is over.
749->364
750->749
751->142
752->626
753->546
754->275
755->367
756->709
757->400
759
Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_lets_get_serious"]
758->759
760
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_rhet_lets_get_serious"])
758->760
759->53
759->250
760->52
761->754
763
Variable["tc.statue_was_shot"]
762->763
764
!(Variable["tc.statue_was_shot"])
762->764
763->597
764->480
765->682
767
Variable["seafort.deserter_sugg_solace"]
766->767
768
!(Variable["seafort.deserter_sugg_solace"])
766->768
767->603
768->96
770
Variable["tc.edgar_claire"]
769->770
771
!(Variable["tc.edgar_claire"])
769->771
770->450
771->22
772->69
772->193
772->573
772->613
774
IsCunoInParty()
773->774
775
!(IsCunoInParty())
773->775
774->43
775->545
776->39
777->498
778->579
779->703
780->620
781->359
782->330