Attunement to facial expressions, tics, body language. Read the room and act before anyone else.
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- 167
- Loudest around
- You 14
- Gear
- Black Sunglasses +1Black SunglassesClothing
One-way mirrors to the world. Carabinero Hat +1Carabinero Hat₽ 4 · Clothing
A stiff, short-brimmed cap that rides unnaturally high. Dream Wolf Cup +1Dream Wolf CupTools
A novelty drinking cup, depicting an exhausted wolf wearing heavy plate armour. White-of-the-Eye Loafers +1White-of-the-Eye LoafersClothing
Brown loafers with a unique eyeball-shaped buckle, gifted by an old friend. Tenebrous Maxi Skirt +2Tenebrous Maxi Skirt₽ 43 · Clothing
A no-nonsense ankle-length skirt, dark as night. Mascot Head -1Mascot HeadClothing
Mr. Star Worshipper Glasses -1Star Worshipper GlassesClothing
When you look at the sky through these, you almost think you might be able to remember the names of all 93 constellations.Shaggy Wig & False Beard +2Shaggy Wig & False BeardClothing
Meant to evoke wisdom and rugged masculinity. Ultra Violeta T-Shirt -1Ultra Violeta T-Shirt₽ 17 · Clothing
Merch, a declaration of allegiance. Tabi Boots +2Tabi BootsClothing
Green boots that enforce a tactical schism. Tyrant Wolf Cup -1Tyrant Wolf CupTools
One of the six collectible drinking cups for the animated show, 66 Wolves. Limpador Boots -1Limpador BootsClothing
Rubberised, thigh-high protection -- standard among Portofiran cleaning crews.
Conditioning
Difficulty ladder
811Case files
Status effects touching this skill
Voices in
167"Still waiting, CASCADE. Slab's getting cold."
"Shh."
"Hello again."
You approach your double. A faint line of drool darkens the sheet.
"Loneliest... of towns..."
"I already told you, miss. You can't come through here. Try the other entrance." He waves you off.
You return to the framed photographs.
"I told you this place is off-limits. It's been targeted by a gang." He shakes his head.
He ignores you, transfixed by the woman above.
The girl in the postcard still wants you to join her fan club.
There's nothing to do here.
"Hello, hero."
You return to the desk. Everything is right where you left it, including the pack of Suprema 100s.
"You're back." She eyes you warily.
He stares straight ahead, trying to ignore PSEUDOPOD. He looks extremely uncomfortable.
The girl is far too preoccupied fiddling with her fishing wire to pay any attention to you.
The man's eyes are closed. He is completely still.
"Back again, Hershel."
With awkward reverence, you approach the shrine again.
He turns his head toward you in slow-motion and barely.
"You've come back."
The container is empty.
You step into the booth and press the receiver to your ear.
"Operant. Something big is happening, isn't it?"
The magic box hums its secret tune. In a dark Novessa sub-basement, your controller answers.
It all happens in milliseconds. A sharp blow to your elbow, the flashlight flying out of your grasp...
"Hello again." The subeditor smiles at you with the left side of her mouth.
"Thanks again for clearing out the squatters. I won't forget that." He nods, then looks away.
Ultra Violeta remains frozen mid-song, trapped within the shimmering projection. Her music plays somewhere behind you.
"As I suspected, my sources were very pleased with your work. Well done, Hershel. It's an honour to work with you again."
"Fuck off, Tigerpussy."
The glimmering purple keyboard is just as you left it.
"Yyyes?" Again the heavy, authoritative Azzurri voice comes through.
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"Wow... an actual liquidity mage..."
"Goodbye."
"Here again."
"It's cold out here." The girl rolls her shoulders and lightly stamps a foot.
"Didn't work, did it?"
"Hello, lapinette."
"Hi again. Still not leaving yet, sorry." She puffs on her pipe.
"..." His idiotic expression remains unchanged.
"You. Again." The tapping begins.
You loom once more over the shrine and its congregation of frames.
The ration pack crinkles as you turn it over.
She will not look at you.
"CASCADE." The barest of nods. "I've been playing 'I Spy' relentlessly with myself to pass the time. Pretty even as things stand, but I'm…
"..."
"My agent of fortune returns. Happy Dante."
Tiny figures jog across the screen, lobbing the hard pelota ball back and forth.