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disco-elysium-via-polls · 11 months

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"That's how it should be. Soft socialists paving the way for the *hard* working class to take over."

RENÉ ARNOUX- "Preposterous! Surely you don't mean it." He frowns. "I'm just sorry it had to be them. After eight years of fighting those commie hyenas, boiling cats for food and drinking my piss in the mountains..."

"I *would* have preferred if the right honourable King Guillaume returned to Revachol or even if that damn clown, Frissel, had risen from the grave and led us. Sadly that was not the case."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - This *Royal* failure weighs heavily on him.

RENÉ ARNOUX- "Instead, all that is just, holy, and beautiful in the world was wiped away and now it's neon signs with toothpaste ads everywhere. Foreign influence peddling garbage and stupid music on the radio." He sighs.

"This is just what the commies wanted. This was their plan all along. This is what they wanted to replace the rule of the Suzerain with."

"Who was this Frissel?"

"You mentioned Guillaume?"

"Hmm... what exactly is a *suzerain*?" (Conclude.)

RENÉ ARNOUX- "Damn Frissel -- he was the king we couldn't protect. The carabineers failed him... and the crown." The old veteran falls silent and massages his chest. "He died in the hands of the *hoi polloi* in a very public execution."

2. "You mentioned Guillaume?"

RENÉ ARNOUX- "A true King in both blood and mind. Led Revachol before Frissel. He would have been better, but the damn commies drove him into exile."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Some manner of self-deceit is present in his thinking. Sounds like this Guillaume abandoned him and he doesn't want to admit it.

3. "Hmm... what exactly is a *suzerain*?" (Conclude.)

RENÉ ARNOUX- "The Suzerain is the King. Has everyone forgotten already?" He then slowly nods and says to himself: "They've forgotten already."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Soon they will forget everything. Him too… Then he chooses anger over melancholy.

RENÉ ARNOUX- "It's no use talking to you. You were still in daddy's balls when it happened. When *we* took our last stand against the filth and rode the cavalry straight into gunfire."

+5 XP

We unlock a new check.

3. What is it about this old soldier that makes him stand so proud?

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] - All you observe is a veteran refusing to let go of the past and his old uniform. This is not uncommon.

RENÉ ARNOUX - He catches your glance and nods. "This is the uniform of the Royal Carabineers in service of Frissel the First, Guillaume *Le Lion*, and the valiant King Filippe the Fifth before him."

GASTON MARTIN - "Don't you mean Frissel the Fun?"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "*You* do not speak his name, craven! Although he was a clown…" he adds. He turns back to you. "But he was *our* clown. Ours to ridicule -- and to mourn."

COMPOSURE - There's something you missed... You will get to it, don't worry.

4. "Thank you for your time!" [Leave.]

"Not bad, Rene, you might stand a chance this time."

The spirited chirps and clicks of swallows fills the air.

Tyre track leading onto the roof. The slush and rain has almost washed them off.

Onto the... roof?

Well, we should probably also talk to Gaston.

GASTON MARTIN - "I have really outdone myself..." He takes a bite out of his sandwich. "This is divine."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Yes, that's what you need, Gaston. More padding on that fat ass of yours. I hope your heart gives out."

GASTON MARTIN - "René, tsk-tsk. It's the little pleasures. Life doesn't need to be a.... *mnjam mnjam*... a struggle."

"Hello, officer." He turns to you. "How might I be of assistance on this fine day?"

"Tell me, what do you know about the dead man?"

"Looks delicious." (Point to the sandwich.) "Can I have a bite of that?"

"Bye for now." [Leave.]

GASTON MARTIN - "Let me think…" He looks at the clouds, wistfully. "I heard someone was hanged and left on a tree for a week, but that's all I know really."

"C'mon, you must have heard something..."

"Really? You know *absolutely* nothing?"

"Shame. Maybe you can help me with something else then."

GASTON MARTIN - "No, officers, I'm sorry. And I really *would* like to assist," he adds, smiling apologetically. "You are both good guys. I can see that."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Then help him, you wimp." Reproach fills his eyes. "You rub plenty of shoulder with the *gauche caviar* in the Union. *Someone* must know something."

GASTON MARTIN - "I wish I could, but I just don't know anything." His cheeks turn red. "I always keep my nose clean and don't gossip. Everyone knows and respects that."

DRAMA [Medium: Success]- Odd... He doesn't seem to be lying, but there's something off here.

"Sounds a bit like you're holding back."

"All right then. Change of topic."

GASTON MARTIN - "I'm *not*," he assures you. "I'm not even anyo---"

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Of course he's holding back." The carabineer crosses his arms. "His mouth is so full of Union prick he can't even speak properly."

GASTON MARTIN - "Can I at least finish my fucking sentence before you piss on it? Is that okay, René?" His eyes are furious. "I'm not anyone important in the Union. I just know Evrart."

"And who is this *Evrart* you know?"

"Are you a Union member?"

"Can you help me get inside the harbour?"

"Thanks, that's all for now." (Conclude.)

GASTON MARTIN - "Evrart *Claire*. Everyone in Martinaise knows the Claire brothers," he says solemnly. "I taught these boys human studies and history in the gymnasium."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "What do *you* know about history?" The carabineer snaps at Gaston. "You never witnessed history. Only heard about it -- years later -- when it had already moved on. You don't know history."

The old soldier mumbles something under his breath and turns to face the sea.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let's try not to get caught in the..." The lieutenant lowers his voice: "Crossfire."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - Lest we leave riddled with bullet holes. This animosity is ancient.

2. "Are you a Union member?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh..." His cheeks turn red again. "In many ways, yes. Like an honorary member. I attend meetings and parties. Help with little things. Evrart, Edgar, and the older *Débardeurs* all know me."

"'In many ways?'"

"So you're not an actual member?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh yes."

"So you're not an actual member?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Not in the technical sense..." His eyes fix on the boules in the crater. "I don't have a vote or a membership card. But Evrart keeps me on the payroll. Just for the little things."

DRAMA - So that's what it was, before! Him hiding something. He tries to make it look like he's a big deal in the Union and now the illusion is disintegrating before your -- and René's -- eyes.

+5 XP

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Of course he's not a member! He's not a member of anything. I knew that." He frowns. "He's a weathervane -- turns to where the wind blows and tries to look important."

"I hate the socialist rabble," he continues, "but even siding with them is better than living your entire life on the fence, never committing to anything. Pick a damn side already!"

3. "What are the 'little things' you do for Evrart?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Writing work mostly," he smiles. "Occasionally he needs something written and I happen to have a way with words, people say."

"What kind of things do you write for him?"

GASTON MARTIN - "Oh, nothing official, I assure you. Just essays for the newspapers. About Martinaise and how things are and how they *could* be. Evrart and I have these long talks where..."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "Where he tells his little *penman* exactly what to say! It's commie propaganda, plain and simple. You should be ashamed of yourself."

4. "Thanks, that's all for now." (Conclude.)

Finding out Gaston's not a Union member means that we know there's no chance he can get us into the harbour, I guess.

GASTON MARTIN - "Thank you officer," he nods, smiling wide. "For being a consummate professional. You'll have this case wrapped up in no time."

2. "Looks delicious." (Point to the sandwich.) "Can I have a bite of that?"

GASTON MARTIN - "I'm sorry, officer, but I really don't share food," he says and quickly adds: "Nothing personal, it's just a principle."

RENÉ ARNOUX - "The only one you have."

#disco elysium #rene arnoux #gaston martin #kim kitsuragi

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maxriderg · 2 years

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3-2-1......let's, get, this, party, started. HIT IT!!!!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jrg9KxGNeJY

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Mothers and Fathers, Grandmas and Grandpas, Nephews and Nieces, Cats and Dogs, Meerkats and Warthogs, Birds and Worms, Chickens and Pigs, Lions and Cheetahs, Tigers and Pumas, Pandas and Leopards, Baboons and Hummingbirds, Hyenas and Foxes, Monkeys and Flamingoes and even, Hedgehogs and Platypuses, Today is the Big Day: It's #BenjaminDiskin's #40thBirthday and well, have a #Happy40thBirthday to Benjamin "Ben" Diskin, the Man who is the English-language #VoiceActor of Young Xehanort from #KingdomHearts, Slush from #DisneyFairies, Dr. Michael Morbius aka Morbius the Living Vampire in the #UltimateSpiderMan cartoon (well, say what you will about it, but sometimes, adapting something that's too unknown or underutilized in an Animated form can be better than doing it in Live-Acted form if it's done right), A21-3 from #StarWarsTheBadBatch, Nigel Uno and Hoagie Gilligan/Numbuh(s) 1 and 2 from #CodenameKidNextsDoor, Orion from #NewGods as seen in #YoungJustice, Hahn from #AvatarTheLastAirbender, Sai Yamanaka from the #Naruto series, Abirama Redder from the #Bleach series, Knuckle Bine from #HunterXHunter, Tomoyasu Chikazoku/Skeptic from #MyHeroAcademia, Ban from #TheSevenDeadlySins, Pneumonia Coccus from #CellsAtWork, Gurio Umino from #SailorMoon, Lemres and Sig from #PuyoPuyo, Shouichi Shinkawa/Death Gun from #SwordArtOnline, Shoutmon from #Digimon, Rokurou Rangetsu from the #Talesof series, Kaneo Takarada from #KillLaKill, Pelna Khara from the Star-studdingly popular #FinalFantasy series' #FinalFantasyXV with him as Rock Light/#ClassicMegaMan himself and of course, Young Joseph Joestar from #JoJosBizarreAdventure and that's it, that's everyone who is voiced by Mr. Diskin himself in English.

#SameVoiceActor #GroupPictures

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strawberrybabydog · 3 years

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I don't consider cremains to be owning a human, for honestly very nebulous reasons. It just. Isn't. Also SANRIOOOO what's your favorite character? Mine is pompompurin. I also really wanna hear some snail facts pls I shared my hyena ones. I don't really have any bones(why do u think my name is jiggly) I think my human would be greatly concerned if I did. I do really want a dog skull though. Anyways what are you having for dinner? Did your human give you wet food yet?

have you ever seen real human taxidermy? the story of it is quite sad. i think Caitlin has a video on it (cw//racism if you watch it).... id really love to be water-cremated and have my remains put inside my companion (Slush)'s body :0) he will live longer than I and Id still like to be with him forever! he'll be placed inside a family shrine afterwards and my partner's family will look after him there. do you have a death plan (no pressure to answer, just curious)? i'd love to have more taxidermy/bones, but its pretty rare where i live and usually very expensive when found. i got all 3 of my tails for 15$, but since then (2015) they've all doubled in price. pretty taxidermy and bugs can run up to 500$ :0/

my favourite character is My Melody! and Kuromi of course. my love for them surpasses words. i really wish there was more merch of them in canada, most sanrio stuff is hello kitty (which is fine too, shes my 3rd fave.)

hmm snail facts... they smell with their eyes and taste with their whole faces! most snail facts are weird or gross, not so much cute, even though i think they themselves are adorable. theyre also social animals, and they mourn their dead (in my experience, they mourn with anger and aggression) !

my human has not fed me yet, although i wish he did i usually feed myself ^_^ im having sushi rolls for my wet food and shrimp chips for my kibble this evening. were just about to go on a walk actually :0) i am being a menace to society by wearing my tail out!!

#jiggly anon #asks #death mention #taxidermy mention

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lady-divine-writes · 7 years

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Snow Time” (Rated PG13)

Sebastian, trying to get his team hyped for their next game, keeps getting interrupted by three little girls yelling for their older brother to cover them in snow. When they don't stop, Sebastian plans to exact revenge but ends up with snow on his face ... literally. (1250 words)

Okay, yeah, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. Part of this actually happened at the rink, and I couldn't help writing it xD Just fluff.

Read on AO3.

“Okay, guys and gals! It’s go time!” Sebastian announces, drawing his team in for a pep talk. “This is our final practice before our game against Northwest High. They’ve come out strong against their last three competitors, stronger than we remember them …”

“Word, coach,” Tyler says, shaking his head in dismay. “Did you catch their last match against Bryant High? Those poor suckers came up here all the way from Arizona and Northwest slaughtered them!”

“Exactly,” Sebastian agrees over worried grumbles and a few disparaging remarks. “Now, we’re ranked higher, but that doesn’t mean we can rest on our laurels. If they’re bringing their A game, we need to bring our A-plus-one hundred game, right?”

“Right!”

“So we need to bring it harder on the defense! We need to be better at covering our goal! We need to not get distracted by …”

“Snow time! Snow time! Snow time! Snow time!”

Gritting his teeth, Sebastian glares over his shoulder at three little girls – 3, 5, and 8 - wearing sparkly dresses and cheering on their older brother. Dressed in a blue and silver costume meant to complement their outfits, he skates skillfully across the ice at top speed, pivots to his edges at the last minute, and sprays the doorway that they’re standing in with snow. The girls giggle and yell at an octave that would make dogs howl if there were any nearby. It also makes Sebastian’s muscles scrunch at the base of his neck, the mass tightening together into one hard knot.

“Christ!” Jordan groans. “That’s the fifth time!”

“That’s not going to get old any time soon,” Lorelei remarks.

“Nope,” her brother says sarcastically. “Not at all.”

“Let’s just try to ignore them,” Sebastian suggests, wondering where the hell Kurt was, seeing as those three girls, and their enabling brother, all decked out in their recital wear, are his responsibility since he’s moderating the junior division of the Spring Hop going on one rink over. Sebastian scans the double doors that lead to the lobby, waiting for his boyfriend to swoop in and save the day.

When he doesn’t, Sebastian scowls, then turns back to his group.

“All right,” he continues, cringing when he hears the rallying cry of ‘Snow time! Snow time! Snow time!’ begin again. “Here’s how we’re gonna play this …”

But ignoring the girls is easier said than done seeing as every time their brother skates towards them, he manages to pick up a bit more speed, which results in a larger wave of snow.

And the larger the wave, the louder and more enthusiastic the cheering becomes.

Sebastian can only see one end to this, and he thanks God Kurt isn’t around to witness it because it might make him a wee bit cross. Considering they have a date after Kurt’s own Spring Hop performance, including one of Kurt’s scheduled make-out sessions, Sebastian wants to avoid a grumpy Kurt at all costs.

“Come on, guys! They want snow? Let’s give ‘em snow!” Sebastian grins like a jackal, and they all know what he’s thinking.

“Yeah!”

“Come on!”

“This is gonna be great!”

The team hoots as they break from their huddle and rush to the other end of the ice, preparing to show those three little girls an epic onslaught of snow.

But the girls don’t see them coming. Someone behind them gets their attention, and they walk away from the ice.

“Come on, guys. Let’s not block the doorway. Besides, you’re on in a few minutes. It’s time to warm up.”

“Aww!”

“All right.”

“Comin’.”

Sebastian, leading the charge, goes bug-eyed when he sees who’s arrived at the wrongest time ever to collect the trio for their turn in the show.

“No!” He screams at his team. “Stop! Wait!”

But it’s too late. Either the team doesn’t notice, or (more than likely) they don’t care, because they swivel to their edges in unison and slide to a stop, spraying not three little girls with an avalanche of snow, but Kurt, hitting his rhinestone-embellished performance pants with a fall of snow so thick, it soaks through every inch of fabric below his knees on contact.

Kurt gasps, staring at his slush-drenched pants, the material now a shade darker. He doesn’t look up right away to reprimand the perpetrators of this crime against fashion, but closes his eyes and starts counting backwards from ten.

“Oh no …” Sebastian mutters. He assumes that Kurt is attempting to relax, but he’s not quite getting there, his right eye twitching with his eyelid closed.

Sebastian stares at his boyfriend, too paralyzed to move. He knows he’s about to get reamed for what he and his team did, but he’s not going to run away like a bitch.

Besides, it wouldn’t do him much good. Sebastian’s fast on his hockey skates, but Kurt can pretty much fly in his figures.

Kurt sighs. He opens his eyes. He fixes a gaze on Sebastian’s face so fierce, Sebastian drifts backward a foot. “Was that really necessary, Smythe?”

“Uh …” Sebastian looks around, searching for help from his team, but they’ve all hightailed it to the far side of the rink. “Yes?”

Kurt crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for a better answer, but a second later, and to Sebastian’s surprise, he shrugs. “Well, as long as it was necessary for you and your pack of hyenas to try and drown three little girls in filthy ice, I guess there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Kurt turns to leave. Sebastian stares Kurt down like he’s crazy, ready to question his line of thinking even though he’s getting away scot-free. But Kurt letting this lie doesn’t mean anything. He probably has to get back to the recital and figures he’ll deal with Sebastian later. At least Sebastian got away without a dozen blade marks up and down his back for the time being.

Sebastian returns to his team, the lot of them snickering to one another while looking simultaneously as confused and relieved as Sebastian.

“Oh, Sebastian? One more thing.”

“Ye---?” Sebastian turns in time to receive two snowballs to the face, the second following fast after the first. One hits him between the eyes, the other square on the mouth, shooting snow up his nose and giving him an immediate brain freeze. Most of the snow melts on contact, dripping down his cheeks and chin, but some he has to spit out his mouth. He shakes his head to dislodge snow from his hair, and blinks away the bits that got too close to his eyes.

“Sorry, but that was necessary,” Kurt mocks, brushing snow off his hands.

“That’s … that’s okay,” Sebastian says, wiping the remainder from under his nose with his gloved hand. “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you did,” Kurt says, turning on his blockers and heading out of the rink.

“Uh …” Sebastian skates to the doorway, getting closer to a retreating Kurt so his team doesn’t overhear “… are we still on for later, or …?”

Kurt stops walking. He pulls out his iPhone (from where, Sebastian has no idea considering his tight, tight costume) and gives it a little shake. He peeks over his shoulder and winks. “Of course. You’re my seven o’clock.”

Kurt saunters out through the double doors, returning his phone to its secret hiding place, and Sebastian grins, trying to remember when exactly he started thinking that being “penciled in” to someone’s schedule was so damn hot.

#kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt #frankie writes

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danbensen · 7 years

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Alternate Deep Space 9

I’m watching a lot of DS9 right now and reading alternate history and I can’t help but imagine a drama centered around:

Flightless vampire bats from a timeline where South America never connected to North America. The bats built boats and wrapped their world in trade networks, never forgetting their instinct of reciprocity.

Giant tuataras from a timeline with a different pattern of asteroid impacts after the Permian extinction. They have slow basal metabolisms, but by clustering together, they stay warm enough to run consciousness on the brains of the individuals in the middle of the cluster. Tuatara political systems are rather authoritarian.

Human-like mammals descended from tree-dwellers-turned-Savanna-walkers, but their evolution took a turn for the weird when they were infected by a species of Toxoplasmosa, which causes infected individuals to enjoy working late in dangerous environments far from friends. Originally, infected individuals would walk out of camp into the night to be devoured by hyenas, but their utility as diplomats, profits, and harbingers of danger has elevated toxoplasmotics to a revered station in society.

Intelligent glass sponges from a very divergent timeline, where terrestrial life takes the form of amoebas colonizing a “slush” of water and glass spicules. Intelligent sponges grow the tools they need from glass (including arms and legs), and mimicry-of-form is basic to their communication and cognition. Other sapients find the glass sponges’ slushy homunculi to be creepy.

Haven’t figured out what to do with the Bajorans yet. They’re just super boring.

Any advice?

@simon-roy @exxos-von-steamboldt

#Deep Space Nine #speculative evolution #speculative biology #science fiction

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prettypicturesarepretty · 1 year

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