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#and his kineema even.#//#lathe | it/its | white | 20s | no minors#header cred littlebluewraith; icon cred spilledkaleidoscope#this is a sideblog btw
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kim is such a funny little guy like he emphasizes how little the rcm salary is when you ask about it (5500 reál annually- 460/mo) but here he is with his nice electronic sports watch and his little instant camera and his fancy revolutionary cosplay for plainclothes and he's living in the GRIH which can't be cheap and he's got his fancy little mnemotechnique notebooks which are like the moleskine of elysium i guess and his fancy little ballpoints that he does NOT want to share with you which i bet is because they cost him like a week of salary. and this is the rcm he's not getting stipends for supplies or watches or housing or probably even the gas for the kineema. poor as fuck but he is going to buy himself his little treats god damn it. if he lived in our world you know he'd be out getting himself a $9 vanilla soy milk half caf dirty chai iced latte every morning on the way to the station and eating instant noodles every night to claw out room in the budget for it
#'kim is a black coffee kind of guy' false he drinks black coffee at work solely for appearance#given the choice he's like the typical iced latte extra caramel sauce 27 pumps of vanilla and whipped cream type of girlie#he won't admit it though. so he drinks it black at work. with one (1) sugar if he's feeling zesty#kim buying himself extremely nice and overpriced notebooks every couple weeks justifying it with 'it's for work'#he will justify any purchase to himself with 'it's for work' wherever possible#which results in insane feats of mental gymnastics. and yes that would include the $9 soy chai lattes#harry is broke bevause he spends r400 a month on booze.#kims budget is r110 kineema gas and mods r150 stationery r150 rent r20 pen ink refills r20 tailoring supplies and r10 food & misc#creature of pride indeed. love you kim#kiwipost#kk meta#kim kitsuragi#harry makes fun of the expensive pens until he writes with one then hes like no yeah this is a nice pen. im sorry for ever doubting you#actually even better if harry thinks its shitty. he'd prefer the cheap dollar store bulk pack 50c plastic ones#kim gets really defensive of his pens too. unreasonably defensive. personal insults may or may not be slung at this point#kim is sooo funny yes sir you are so so normal average sane mundane usual orthodox plain unremarkable spoilsport etc. whatever you say babe
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if they ever actually make that disco elysium amazon series it should just be about what martinaise's citizens were doing before the murder and during harry's three days party. harry/the murder is the thread that connects everything but he's more of a secondary character who shows up towards the end of the characters' stories
an episode or more focused on the capeside apartments, one on the whirling, one on the fishing village and church, one on precint 41, one on wild pines and krenel and the union...
and it's animated
and the og writers are involved
#maybe the final episode is on whatever was happening at precint 52 and kim choosing to be the party pooper#and it ends with him meeting harry#or maybe it's not the final episode but like a quick voiceless montage that happens during the credits. which ends with him driving the#kineema. and there's a post credit scene where he meets harry for the first time#so you don't even have to hire kim's voice actor because you can reuse the game's voicelines! hah! hire me amazon I figured out everything#not giving fan favourite kim kitsuragi a main role is like shooting yourself in the foot but it has to be done#disco elysium#I can dream...#other episodes have other silly credits scenes. cindy painting the skull. gary breaking his mug#roy staring at lights (damn how do you fit roy in all of this. and rene and gaston)#(and the pigs. there. somehow there's the scene where marianne buys the gun)#it would be interesting to have gaston and rene bicker about war times for some reason and we get flashbacks of that. but idk how#maybe they see cuno tagging the side of the horse statue we can't see in the game and rene starts bitching about#today's youth and how everyone forgot the king etc
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kim kitsuragi is the definition of chivalric love I think
#he is even a fan of franconigerian knights and has his bond with his Steed (kineema)#he is a knight at heart#and harry is his loser liege lord
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new headcanon that teen kim was a delivery driver on a little motorized bike and that is where he first acquired his Sick Driving Skills, weaving between horse carts and motor carriages alike
#de tag#much like the kineema the bike belonged to his employer and not him but he loved it still.#even if it was jerry-rigged to hell and back
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KIM KITSURAGI - “Is that. My kineema.”
COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - Something in him is about to break, *big time*.
EMPATHY - And it’s not going to be pretty, do something!
- DRAMA [Formidable] - Everything is fine!
- “Sure is.”
DRAMA [Formidable: Failure] - Surely he’s aware that he’s not the *only* person in the world who owns a Kineema?
YOU - “Is it really *yours*? I mean, plenty of people have their own Kineemas, right? Like working men, government offices, uh, firefighters I guess, maybe even animal control people? Exactly! A million different people who could’ve driven it into the uh…”
DRAMA - Pause, my liege! Ixnay on the Ineemakay!
YOU - “It could even be our *mysterious* joyrider!”
KIM KITSURAGI - Your frenzied babbling falls deaf to the lieutenant's ears. Instead, he approaches the broken vehicle, sunken in the ice. He moves with a caution and gentleness you haven’t seen him display before.
INLAND EMPIRE - It must be cold and lonely down there, in the icy water. Maybe he could sense its sorrow, calling to him…
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Easy: Success] - His hands, which are always stiffly placed behind his back, are trembling.
ENDURANCE - This is the shuffle of a tired, tired man.
HALF LIGHT - He’s going to do something drastic because of you. Oh god, terrible! You’re a terrible liar! You can’t look at this, you just can’t!
VOLITION [Formidable: Success] - It's not *you* who drove his kineema into the sea. You have plenty of faults, but this one is decidedly not yours.
KIM KITSURAGI - He kneels down with his head bowed, casting his face in shadow. He plants a hand on the ice to stabilize himself, squinting to get a better view of the motor carriage. “Detective, it says ‘57’ on it.”
YOU - Sweat drips down your brow, and you feel a terrible headache coming. “Maybe our joyrider has an affinity for that number?”
LOGIC - He's not stupid, he knows that it's not that.
KIM KITSURAGI - “57.”
YOU - “What about 57?”, you brace yourself.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Precinct 57.”
YOU - You wince. “Kim, look-”
KIM KITSURAGI - “When I woke up in the Whirling-in-Rags with no memory of what happened during the days before, I've taken note that something of mine has gone missing.” He grits his teeth. "A very. Important. Something."
He runs his hands over his face, messing his already unkempt hair in the process. Regret creeps up on his features. “God. Fuck. They’re going to fire me over this, they’re not going to hear me out.”
EMPATHY - Desperation settles in the lieutenant's tone. Sadly, you find yourself in agreement, even if you don’t want it to be the truth.
YOU - “People are more valuable than machines, Kim.”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Not people like me.” He rasps.
YOU - “…”
KIM KITSURAGI - Before you can say anything more, you fail to notice the lieutenant carefully walking onto the edge of the ice. He looks over the frigid water, a dizzying blue that mirrors and distorts his exhausted face back to him.
YOU - “Kim?”
KIM KITSURAGI - Seconds pass as he looks to be contemplating something. Out of nowhere, he casually takes another step where the ice ends and the sea begins. It happens all too quick for the lieutenant to even voice a call for help— if he even wanted to — his body plunging into the cold water before your eyes.
YOU - “KIM!!!!”
uhhh bonus stuff? sorry i have swap au brainworms pfttt
(im not sure what skills kim has at the moment so rn he only has narration as his inner monologue ok whoops, i would like to keep harry as the guy who thinks in dialogue trees so im still figuring it out pfttt)
also, this was done bc i wanted to expand on these old scribbles of mine, just like an idea, i just think that he'd be having an even worse time wheezes
#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#den's disco swap#disco elysium role swap#HI nobody look at the fact that. i am a novice writer at best DFGHJFGH#i had idea for some comic dialogue but it ended up being this instead whoops. i mean i could still draw this as a comic#anyways. i was like. trying to reverse engineer my idea of how kim can change into his bomber jacket instead of his uniform.#which. i dont think you can do with just simple convincing bc that thing is fused to him in spirit so there has to be like a good reason wh#oh it gets ruined! how? it gets like wet or smth! how'd that happened? he threw himself into the sea#also isnt it fitting that my memory problems is making me not remember the things that happen in disco elysium very well wheezes#so whoops if the characterization is a lil off lmaoooooo#but i have been trying to figure out how i want harry to be in this swap au#i dont think he's as well as he wants you to believe he is. and just the image of him pushing this 'youre allowed to be in denial about +#this' to kim about the kineema was so vivid in my head and idk if that tracks but hell. its in there now dfghdjfg#sunnysidedraws#sunnysidedisco
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Tbh the fact that Kim likes your karaoke no matter whether you pass or fail the check is touching in a way but also it’s so fucking funny how offended he gets on your behalf if u fail and no one claps for u. “These people wouldn’t know a good performance if it bit them in the ass.” “He really sang his heart out.” He’s like you fucking NORMIES just don’t get it. You philistines.
Even funnier that it’s not even really about you, bc if he genuinely didn’t like it it he’d probably be about as tactful about it as he is about shaving the mutton chops. It’s the principle of the thing. And then u add yet another layer of humor when u know Kim’s personal music tastes. Kim’s not a particularly artsy guy and his conceptualization skills are (at least in Harry’s opinion) “rudimentary,” but he’s also super mega ultra repressed and his release valve seems to be music. Specifically the loudest and nastiest most vulgar music possible. He loves ur performance bc u basically go onstage and have a breakdown set to music for two or three minutes and he’s like so fucking true bestie. Now THAT’S what a good performance should be. An honest display of torment for me the audience to live vicariously through. Except I’m the only one doing that bc I’m da king of da karaoke bar and everyone else is a tasteless hack. <- was listening to “An Asshole is a Mouth for Shit (And I’m Puking)” in his Kineema ten minutes ago
#meg talks#disco elysium#honestly endearing tho that i see so many ppl all the time day they also prefer the failed version of karaoke#like i do think it’s funny how kim responds to the performance and why#but also. is he wrong. being earnest rules
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Man, I'm gonna be honest. I played the two partnered endings back to back to see the differences and I like the detective kuuno ending more than the one where we recruit kim! Its just much more fulfilling emotionally!!!!
Kim is overall very serious and composed about stuff and hes well respected by the other cops. When you get to keep your job and recruit him it DOES feel good!! Because it was smooth and really cool of him to defend you like that and you've gotten yourself a friend! a friend who truly trusts you and believes in you. Kim is the nicest and most patient man on planet earth.
But Cuno??? It's a different message. Cuno knows fuckall. Nobody there respects him and he doesnt have the measured responses and fancy words kim has, just pure utter PASSION. He almost cries of RAGE when people dont listen to him when you're trying to convince everybody about the Phasmid. Jean specifically is a cunt to Cuno and spaces out all the time and doesnt listen to anything he says ("you're hearing, but you're not listening"). Nobody believes him. Nobody takes him seriously. He's used to that, i bet.
During the islet section, Cuno is A LOT like Harry. having him around as your partner isnt like having kim at all. he doesnt help with cop stuff or adult stuff. rather, he says your lines for you. i just played the one with kim and CUNO SAYS WHAT YOU WOULD SAY IF YOU WERE WITH KIM. he has the same thought processes as You do. he asks questions just like you do. he acts a bit like you do. he makes comments you would sometimes. He literally says YOUR lines in his runs. and hes impulsive and a child, so he asks it willy nilly. you have to be the responsible one now, you need to hold him back if anything.
And then the way cuno literally BEGS the officers to let him join? to take him away from martinaise, to give him a better chance at life. Hell do anything, he promises to stop saying shit, he promises to behave. Just get him OUT of there. It feels like there are WAY more stakes, so the emotional payoff is MUCH higher
(If you like cuno of course. Which i do. theres a LOT to unpack regarding that boy.)
Like, seeing him EXCITEDLY skipping to the coupris kineema and opening the door to the other cops?? It feels good!!!! It feels really good! Like on top of everything you did, you also got to take this kid out of that shithole, to give him a chance.
You Must Understand.
Cuno mirrors Harry in MANY ways.
Nobody respects Harry, nobody respects cuno either. Harrys just some insane alcoholic, cunos just a delinquent kid. Neither are considered particularly trustworthy by the people who interact with them in daily life. HOWEVER. cuno has the spark and excitement harry lacks when harry lets him come along. he has hope. he wants to help, he wants to participate even if he doesn't quite know what he's doing. Why? Because if you got him in your party in the first place, it means he feels comfortable around you! For real, when you get that kid to respect YOU he REALLY starts trusting and looking up to you. He's ride or die. For hells sake he chooses HARRY over cunoesse! You don't belittle him and his interests like Cunoesse does! He gets to be unashamedly himself! Plus you're HIS pig. He already very much has a cop/detective fixation and during the entire time he's around harry he's absolutely PUMPED to be solving the crime with him and he's more than willing to help you out and give his two cents on the matter even if he doesn't really know anything about anything.
And so WHAT if he's just some kid? So what if he's POOR and doesn't have a camera to photograph the phasmid? He talks about harry a LOT more than kim does and with awe in his voice. He defends harry until the fucking end and he does NOT stop. He literally doesn't shut up. he just keeps fucking GOING. He blurts stuff out to defend you even if it's not helpful because he respects harry!!! truly respects him! he WANTS to help. he'll say stuff even if his words fail to convey properly what he means.
And then what?? You do the same for him. Well, youre giving me a chance right? Then take the kid along, he helped. He has nothing, his dad is a wasted dying drunkard (like me) and hes poor (like me). But he did good (i did too). He has potential (do do i). Hell behave (i'm trying to behave). Hell be a good detective (like me. he's just like me). PLEASE take him in (you're giving me a second chance, give him one too).
I Need you to understand. In my playthrough i got harry talking about how he feels like he had children at home when he's asked if he has a family. He feels like he has children, daughters. But alas. You're hit at the end of the game with Dora's 'i terminated our pregnancy because youre poor.' I get a feel that he WANTED to be a father. He wanted a family, but he was just So Fucking Mentally Ill about Everything it never came to be.
But honestly? He'd be an alright mentor figure. He clearly enjoys older kids, despite what he says about not being good with kids. He was a high school teacher! He's Clearly used to dealing with older kids and delinquents and he can talk to them like an equal, if he wants to, he can crack them too! He can be understanding.
And so what? Hell never have Dora's kids, but then he, harry (the drunken cunt) (the cunt everybody hates) (the fucking asshole), can be nice to this delinquent addict child a bunch of times (a foul mouthed jackass) (everybody Loathes that kid) (he doesnt know love) and then said kid starts following him like a lost puppy the moment harry needs company THE MOST. He accepts The Cuno. They have each other's back. They don't give up on each other. They want life to change for the better. Yknow???????
Cuno's ending hits muuuuch harder because of all that. Anyways. Yeah. rant over
#cuno#kuuno de ruyter#harry du bois#kim kitsuragi#disco elysium#i really really really like it when Father Figure in case you havent noticed. maybe its me projecting but???? its just how i feel about it#the ending i mean#i fucking LOVE CUNO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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okay okay okay guys the thing is i dont even need to explain why i love harry n jean duo so much. just the implications of their former relationship are so fucking funny. "no harry we are NOT crime bros." the line where we see the only instance of jean taking his stupid fucking wig off at the end of the day while talking to judit. meaning this fucker really sat like this for days thinking "yeah TODAY this fucker will laugh at my awful g bevy cosplay". the way both harry's psyche and jean calls trant "special consultant backpedal" meaning they probably joked between each other about trant being a skittish man he is. "you look like shit" "YOU look like shit, asshole!" y'know. bits and pieces. you can figure they were absolutely fucking awful for each other and still had stupid inside jokes aswell. jean centers his temper tantrum on how harry fucked up and some familiarity still seeps into it. really small pieces of it. really speaks for itself that there were something, maybe just work comradery and stupid humor, but there were so much. jean is not only pissed because harry fucks up their coupris kineema, loses his badge and hardly works on the case (at first, still, you can't do anything regarding the case to make jean satisfied w your work, he is THAT of a bitch), but also. there's something deeply personal, cause jean just doesn't talk to few other people we see the same he talks to harry. he actually can be pretty chill at times, which is surprising. not with harry; that's the way you curse off someone you really *know*. jean says "you were being emotionally abusive" and then describes you with every ableist phrase known to humanity. jean is pretty careful around higher-ranking officers - we see how he talks to kim, all politeness n shit. and when it's harry he's like a rabid fucking dog spinning in circles trying to bite its tail off. this is so curious. who is this man to you. this dude commands your unit, how the fuck are you talking to him like that, believing his amnesia or not. jean has it so bad he's seconds from committing the most oddly-looking murder-suicide in all of revachol. literally, what the fuck is wrong with him? on my first playthrough i just outrightly told myself "OKAY, it's such a besties breakup vibe". because how the hell do you explain this. feel free to share your thoughts w me, im eager to hear how people interpret those two fuckers
#disco elysium#jean vicquemare#ramblings#de#harry du bois#its all in the game as far as i remember im not making anything up
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DE2 VR
I've been playing with an idea for a DE sequel for a while I've been calling Video Revachol. just for fun, don't jump up my ass about any of this.
Disco = to learn and Disco Elysium = To Learn Elysium. Video = to see, so Video Revachol = To See Revachol; the story would involve tracking down Harry all over Revachol, starting at the Video Revachol rental store he kept having nightmares about.
here's more
A week after the Hanged Man case, Harry goes missing. You play as Kim, and the game kicks off with Jean visiting P57 to ask if you have any idea where Harry could have gone since you were the last person to spend any significant time with him in his new post-amnesia state.
This solves an issue I've had with the idea of a Harry POV DE sequel, that would have to pick a "canon" ending from DE to spring off of. Jean will interview Kim for details on how Harry was acting and you can describe any kind of Harry you played (or make one up wholesale), explaining to Jean what he was worked up about politically, whether he was sober or not, how well he did his job etc etc. Basically a more detailed version of Kim's assessment at the end of DE but the player is the one dictating it. This impacts what Harry is doing while MIA.
Regardless of the Harry you describe, Jean recruits Kim to help him search for him because a missing police officer is a huge deal, esp one as unstable and erratic as du Bois. Just like Kim does in DE, Jean can suggest where to go next and discuss the case with you as your partner. He obviously has a lot of insight into how Harry thinks, but you aren't dealing with quite the same Harry he's used to.
See this post for an explanation on the modified clothing mechanics Kim and Jean have. They don't steal clothes like Harry does, so you're limited to clothes they already have or can get thru legitimate means. Kim can mod some clothes he finds if they aren't too dirty or stupid looking.
The plot follows a search that goes all over Revachol, starting at Video Revachol and Harry's nearby apartment and then going from there.
Kim has his own set of skills and thought projects, but you aren't starting with a clean slate like Harry. Instead of amnesia, Kim's got a lot of repression and mental blocks compartmentalizing things that will take time to open up. One of the big ones is what happened to his old partner, Eyes.
Dominic "Eyes" Aguilar was Kim's satellite officer. The two of them were close, and it is very vague initially what happened to him. Kim *refuses* to dwell on it, and you'll need to complete a few mental exercises to even let him meditate on the subject. There are hints that Eyes might have been killed, others that he died of an overdose, or that he just quit or was fired. This is a parallel to Harry and Dora, but different because whatever happened to Dom happened very recently. Kim has not been dealing with it in a healthy way. Lots of phantom Doms crop up visually and as auditory hallucinations; his absence is fresh and Kim hasn't adjusted to it.
This affects his dynamic with Jean, a recently orphaned satellite officer. Kim tries to keep him at arm's length emotionally and you can do that successfully, or you can let Kim open up to him. I like the idea of it mirroring the "gruff older man adopts a lost child" trope that was popular in the 2010s, but the lost child is a 34 yr old cop with depression and anger issues.
Other story beats I keep thinking about:
At some point the Kineema is taken out of commission (either damaged or Kim's captain rescinds authorization to use it for some reason), so they take Harry's old motorcycle with a sidecar, inspired by this one sketch by DE's art director. Kim is a huge fan, and Jean... isn't.
When unable to tag along with Kim, Jean has a cop horse he rides around. This way he can leave the scene for various reasons without taking Kim's transport option away. Her name is something stupid like Pookie or Cookie and Jean loves her even tho she's mean. Kim does not like horses and will not attempt to ride her even if prompted.
What happened to Harry is determined by the description you give of him in the beginning. It all has something to do with the Shivers visions telling him about the very terrible thing that's going to happen to Revachol if he doesn't stop it (or, if you described a particular type of Harry, he might be trying to expedite it in a way where he'll come out with some power over what's left)
Kim has a decomptage but it's in disarray after losing Eyes. His team is also majority young women, which gets him some comments. If you eavesdrop/EDC some of his team you find out there's a whisper network among women in the RCM, and Kim's considered a good guy to work for because, quote, "He won't call you with a love confession at 3 am like the other bellends here". This can cause some conflict for Kim because obviously he wants to be a safe mentor for these officers, but female officers trying to join his team has caused some unneeded scrutiny towards him from the other men at P57. You gonna keep up the feminist thing even if it alienates you from 80% of your blue brothers? huh??
Kim's entire relationship with the RCM is framed like an abusive one. The more Kim leans into the cop identity, the more power he feels but the more paranoid and jumpy he gets. A LOT of his fellow officers treat him like shit and you can even get Kim fixated on the idea that some of his team want him dead and out of the way.
like. fucking obviously i want kim and jean to flirt. It becomes very clear that Jean's lonely and misses Harry, so he tries to get Kim to bond with him. You can shut him down or open up-- this is tied to progress on any of the thought projects/compartmentalization deconstruction relating to Eyes. Kim won't let himself get close to Jean without processing some of that grief.
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DE swap au. Harry being a recovering alcoholic that has fucked up so hard with Dora and the others that has completely changed his life. He is a Boring Cop now, no communist agenda, no disco, no games. Only placid smiles and a tie that keeps talking to him, only for him to simulate deafness.
Kim that is traumatised after Eyes's death. A Kim that pushes everyone away, that is closed off and demanding of himself that takes speed to function. A Kim that is so tired yet determined to solve yet another case that plunges his loved Kineema into the canal, and loses his memory.
An Harry and Kim that don't know how to approach one another. Kim is so confused, but Harry understands him better than most people. He sees his pain even behind his memory loss. He can see Kim struggles with himself, both now and before. He has heard the stories.
So Harry starts to joke around. Starts to make jokes, play ball with old men, tries to share a sandwich with his new partner. Believes in the haunted story and together they go investigate. Look Kim, look at this wall, doesn't it seem too empty? It needs a good slogan!
Boring Cop Harry that slowly comes out of his torpor just to make Kim happy. Not so boring cop Harry that can finally be himself again. Look at these shoes Kim, aren't they disco? What about these glasses? KARAOKE! let's sing!
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random thought of the day: i don’t think harry would ever feel comfortable driving a car again after martinaise. just holding the clutch of the kineema was enough to put him on the edge of a breakdown, and that was while knowing that kim would never in a million years let him actually drive the thing. even without the conscious memory of nearly drowning in the coupris, he has a stress reaction just thinking about driving. honestly, even just being a passenger might be rough on him if the association is strong enough in his brain. which then makes me wonder how the ‘good ending’ drive home with jean & co went lol
#was thinking about this because of the art ive seen of kim going insane in the kineema with harry in the backseat lmfao#maybe the feeling fades with time but like#that whole bender seems to have been deeply subconsciously traumatizing for him given his multiple suicide attempts and such#and i doubt he'll have the proper time and space to process that trauma post-game#so i can't see him being comfortable with driving and possibly not with being a passenger either#if he got in the car with kim driving? i think he might genuinely have a heart attack and die.#even with the time to heal enough to be okay riding along. 2 minutes with kim would put the fear of god right back in him#kim: [takes a turn a little too fast so harry is thrown into the door]#half light: HE IS GOING TO KILL YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. JUMP OUT OF THE WINDOW *NOW*. THAT PEDESTRIAN WILL BREAK YOUR FALL.#kiwipost#hdb meta
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TW: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE!
In a Kineema somewhere in martinase sits a man, smaller than most. He's tired. He's spent most of the day transporting the body him and Harry had finally managed to get down to his precinct. He stinks like death.
He pulls into the side of the road outside the Whirling-in-Rags, the place him and his temporary partner had been staying. They had some good leads. Ruby was their final suspect. All they had to do now was find her. Harry seemed to have an idea where she was, but he refused to say anything more about it. Kim regretted how long it took to get the body down but he was glad it was over. Though the worst was yet to come. He turned off the engine and carefully climbed out of the machine.
As he entered the building the cafeteria manager, Garte, looked at him. The place was dark. Most people had left by now. He seemed to be cleaning up. "Ah! Officer. Your uh...partner left this for you." He handed Kim a small envelope. What possible shenanigan could this be related to? "Thank you, Mr. Garte." Kim nodded and silently started walking up the stairs. All he wanted was to bathe and go to sleep.
"I uh...dont know what it's about, but he seemed kind of out of it. You might want to check on him." Garte yelled up to him, frowning slightly. It was odd for him to be worried about the man he disliked. Though he'd grown to forgive him slightly throughout the few days Kim had joined Harry. Maybe even enjoyed his company. Just a little.
Kim walked to his room, glancing over at Harry's. There was no light underneath the door. Kim assumed he was most likely asleep. Kim unlocked the door to his room and walked in. The envelope in his hands felt strangely heavy. He was starting to get a bad feeling. Kim closed the door and sat at his desk. He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a small piece of paper. Kim recognized it as one of the sheets from Harry's clipboard. The small stains on the pages made that obvious.
The handwriting was messy but still neat, like it was written in a hurry. The paper was slightly damp in small dots. Tear stains.
"𝙺𝚒𝚖, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝟺𝟷. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚙.
𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 *𝙸* 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙸'𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝚁𝚞𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚞 𝙱𝚘𝚒𝚜."
Kim froze, his body becoming ridged and stiff. His heart had dropped to his feet. Over time Harry did seem to get less... Hopeful about who he was. As he figured out just how horrible he'd been his smile seemed to fade more and more. Kim kicked himself mentally for not seeing it. The letter was still wet. It couldn't be that old. He shot up and made his way to their shares bathroom. The door was unlocked. He opened the door and immediately made his way to Harry's room.
It was dark and quiet. The moon outside shined inside, giving him just enough light to make out Harry's figure on the sofa. Kim's throat felt tight. He couldn't speak. He quickly went to turn the light on, fumbling with the pull switch. As the light turned on he could get a better look at the room. It was clean, at least as much as it could be without a *deep* clean. There was a small blanket over the broken window, held up with tape.
Harry laid on the sofa, motionless. Multiple pill bottles lay next to him. Including the bottle of speed they'd confiscated from Cuno. He'd taken it all. It was more than enough to kill him. Kim ran to his side, taking off his glove and placing his hand against his chest. He was still warm. *Still alive*. "Harry. Harry wake up." Kim's voice came out louder than he expected. He could feel tears stinging his eyes.
Kim had grown to love being around Harry. Even with all his weirdness he was a good cop. A good man. They'd saved people Kim would've never even thought about without him. He'd shown him a completely different way of doing things. It made him believe in his job again. That he could be *good*. "I won't ever fucking forgive you if you die like this, Harrier. I won't fucking *let* you." Kim hissed, sliding his hands under Harry's legs and the crook of his back. He slowly picked him up, heaving him into the bathroom. It wasn't too late. He could *save* him. He just had to be fast enough.
He sat Harry next to the toilet, leaning him over it as he started sticking his fingers down his throat. He was trying to force Harry to vomit. "God, please." His voice broke, tears finally escaping his eyes and marking his glasses as he slammed his other hand against Harry's back. After a second Harry's body reacted, vomiting all the contents in his stomach into the toilet bowl. Kim kept hitting his back, holding him up.
Harry's eyes opened as he coughed up the last bit of vomit. Kim could see a few of the pills in the disgusting sludge. It filled him with relief.
"Mngh... What- no- why...why did you-?!" Harry spoke up, his voice horse and weak. Kim cut him off, slapping him hard across the face with his gloved hand. "You *fucking* idiot! That was the most *selfish* thing you could've done." Kim sobbed, unable to keep his composer as his head hung low. He was shaking.
Kim had believed he'd lose yet another partner. His body couldn't handle the pressure. Kim suddenly felt arms around him as Harry held him. "I'm... I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Thank you, Kim. I'm sorry." Harry was crying too. His body was still weak, but he'd live. Kim had made sure of that.
The two sat there on the broken tiled floor and cried against each other until the sun shined through the window.
𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 :𝟹
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗.
𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 :-)
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The fact that when Harry passes out while Kim is away, not only does he drop everything to come back and help, not only do you wake up in the Kineema, but he doesn't even bother about the water getting on the driver's seat even though he really really loves his car, I'm fine, this is fine -
#I love Kim so much#he is so patient and also his love for his car is very endearing#I get now why everyone raves about this game#it's genuinely very touching so far while also being very funny#Disco Elysium#Splash plays games
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Thinking about Kim collecting the Franconigerian knights in the past and thinking about him and Harry sitting in the MC when they're giving Kim a ride back to Kineema after the 2nd tribunal and Harry fishes the headless faln rider he was gonna give to Dolores out of his pocket and offers it to Kim (because he doesn't want to even look at it). And Kim is like "hmmmm yeah sure thanks" Because he hasn't really collected anything like them in a while but then later he's at home and as he's taking his keys out of his pocket he finds the figure he'd forgotten about. He didn't really think a lot about it when Harry gave it to him because they were busy with other things, but now he's looking at it and feeling very warm and he sets it up on the little windowsill above his kitchen sink.
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Been thinking a lot about where Kim would live pre-canon.
A tiny matchbox appartment in the Industrial Harbour.
So yeah, I wrote a ficlet. Slice of life / long ass description of a normal evening and Kim arriving home, making dinner, revising notes and doing Volta do Mar.
1200 words. Full text below the cut.
Midsummer night
The heavenly sound falls out as the motor carriage's engine comes to a stop. Inside the Precinct 57 garage, the Coupris Kineema stands out among the four other non-sports model MCs. Although different models, they all share the same blue paint and bear the corp's halogen white stripe across their side. The five of them also sleep there (guarded), to the Lieutenant's dislike. But he understands. Neither he nor his station can afford to be the object of street junior delinquency.
The Lieutenant steps out—end of the day.
He mutters a goodbye to the security guard and closes the Station's service door behind him. If it weren't for the white rectangular sign bearing the RCM initials and new motto ("Justice, Union, Prudence and Force"), this repurposed industrial warehouse could be mistaken for any of the similar buildings that surround it. The streets are wide and level, but the asphalt leaves almost no room for the sidewalk. He marches home late August evening, dodging vans, containers, and badly parked MCs trailers.
He makes a stop at a little green kiosk in the corner of an intersection, –"Evening, officer"– and buys the usual newspaper, and today too, a pack of 'Astras' (it is Friday). Back straight, steady voice, firm hands.
He finally arrives at his destined warehouse. Once housing an R&D department of the Feld-Electric company, its old-style brick atéliers have been repurposed into apartments.
Black mailboxes sit at the side of the main barred door. One of them, in the third row says: "Kim Kitsuragi". The Officer produces a key from a pocket in his aerostatic jacket's interior lining and unlocks the door. A long and narrow hallway extends before him, with storage rooms opening on either side. At the end of it, there is a not-too-dirty communal bathroom and a spiral metal staircase that leads to the upper floor. The Officer takes a quick detour to the communal bathroom, and his boots make a thump, thump noise as he comes up the stairs. He produces another key. This one is smaller and more intricate and unlocks a reinforced wooden door.
With a soft click he eases himself inside. The matchbook-sized room is orderly, bright, and well-kept. In just 6 by 2'5 meters, Kitsuragi's private life unfolds. Being a repurposed industrial atélier, the construction is sturdy: brick walls, exposed cables and plumbing, and hydraulic tiles floor, in the old-fashioned dideridada style. Opposite to the door, a grand paneled industrial window covers the entire wall, from floor to ceiling, where it bends and becomes a skylight.
Kitsuragi closes the door behind him and locks it. Two turns. Key left in the keyhole. Still on the doormat he takes off his uniform. Black heavy police boots, off. Orange aerostatic pilot jacket, off. Utility belt off. Under-arm holster and pistol off. Everything is neatly left on a shelf and some hooks beside the door.
Kitsuragi's bare feet make straight for the workbench on the left wall. On the shelf above it, is a Wowshi 12-Prefect two-way radio system for station calls. Long-cable headphones are firmly attached to the 4.5 mm port. The sound system is never used without the headphones, and the headphones never leave the room. He dones them, and the long chord follows him around the room. Kitsuragi presses the saved station button, and after a moment of static, he begins to hum half-consciously to the familiar sounds. The room is filled with ecstatic vibrations, totally translucent to the rest of the world.
He starts cooking dinner.
There is not a kitchen per se, but the original atélier's stainless steel sink and worktop, paired with a portable gas stove serves the purpose well. It also serves as a wash basin, in tandem with the mirror cabinet mounted to the wall next to it.
Rattling pots, a flame, boiling water. His foot taps along the beating pulses.
Kitsuragi leads a steaming plate of Samaran fast noodles to his wooden workbench (and only table) and sits in a rolling steel chair that probably came with the tenement. He sits crouched, one leg hugged and the other one hanging, headphones still on his head, although he has stopped the music. He is revising notes from his blue A6 Mnemonic, jotting down more nearly illegible lines, careful not to drop the spicy sauce on it. Filled (and yet to be filled) similar notebooks rest in boxes beside the table.
Above the workbench, a corkboard and some shelves. Pinned in the center, between other notes, is a map of Revachol West. Boroughs, streets, and motorways cut across the web of canals. It's up for display rather than reference. The 8/81 traverses Kim from the base of his column to the top of his skull.
On the shelves, Kim's quaint collection of hobbies: some Wirrâl dice, tiny franconigerian figurines, Jamrock Slam tabloids, some second-hand mechanical manuals, Jacob Irw's Tiptop Tournée racecar miniature, some sci-fci novellas… Most of these bric-à-bas are from the last few years when his higher lieutenant's salary allowed him some stability. With the raise also came a tiny black box that now sits in the corner, bearing a white halogen rectangle. Inside, a mémoire.
He lights an 'Astra Menthol', and absent-mindedly taps the ash onto a tray in between inhalings. The noodles grow cold as Kitsuragi writes and rewrites in his notebook. No crosswords for tonight. He doesn't mind, and his gaze certainly does not fall on the tiny black box.
Sometime later, when the Astra is consumed, the chair rolls back, and Kitsuragi stands and reignites the music. The multi-purpose pre-installed sink becomes the star of the room again. Dishes and then teeth. He does not have a personal shower (he uses the communal one in the morning), but fenilely takes advantage of his private faucet to wash off the usual dirt, sweat, and grime. Blood sometimes.
One last stretch and Kitsuragi sits legs-crossed on the steel-framed bed below the window. He takes off his glasses and headphones. No verres, no smokes, no music, no gloves. He settles down for Volta do Mar.
Y del trueno,
al son violento,
y del viento
al rebramar,
yo me duermo
sosegado
arrullado
por la mar.
(And from thunder, to the violent tone, and from the wind to the roar. I sleep, soothed, lulled, by the sea. )
It is an old boiadero song. Written by a man in the Plains who never saw the sea, now popular among entroponauts who long for the day they see the open sky again.
Outside the window, the summer sun is setting down in the Great Industrial Harbour, and the low rumble of cranes and lorries is slowly fading out. A shimmer in between two eternite rooftops: the sea. The sound of cargoships horns arriving at the port and the screeching of seagulls. Smoke rising from the chimneys fades into lazy clouds. High above, the sound of rotors and the beams of floodlights. Although Kim is not able to see the Coalition airships, he is acutely aware of their presence.
An empty pot on the windowsill. No flowers grow here anymore.
Kim's breathing steadies, his chest rising and falling as the sunlight recedes and the stars appear. Invisible, obscured by the helium streetlights. Next to him, a nightstand and two objects on top: a pair of hyperopia diamond-shaped glasses, and a single-shot Kiejl A9 Armistice. Loaded.
#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#my writing#man writing is hard#my first ever fiction written in english#tried to draw it but my ability is not there yet#the poem is Canción del Pirata by José de Espronceda
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