Part 62: Addendum IV: Botchcop Knows Karate

Addendum IV: Botchcop Knows Karate

Content warning: censored homophobic slurs

Botchcop is back, and sexier than ever!



Still not that sexy, though.

Talking to the Racist Lorry Driver:






Botchcop is actually the Civility Police. Shameful.

RACIST LORRY DRIVER: “I haven’t learned anything I didn’t know before.” The lorryman shakes his head with indignation.





RACIST LORRY DRIVER: “People who’ve studied these things say that *you* and *me* are superior by design.” He glances at Kim. “So, naturally, we Occidentals should be in charge. Obviously you can see the merits in that.”







Botchcop is too cowardly to denounce racism. Tsk tsk.

RACIST LORRY DRIVER: “Go right ahead.” The man scratches his heavyset stomach. “You may be a cop, but that won’t help you avoid the calamity to come.”
KIM KITSURAGI: Lieutenant Kitsuragi’s stern expression remains unchanged—but you sense something there. Below…






RACIST LORRY DRIVER: “Yeah, apples… I take it you had other questions?”



RACIST LORRY DRIVER: “No.”





RACIST LORRY DRIVER: “I bet.” His cool gaze pierces deep, with noxious effluence wafting in the surrounding air.



We then enter Frittte.



Worth noting: we lack the necessary Interfacing to even get the option to steal a raincoat.




Hobocop gets us more money for recycling tare!



And now Electrochemistry wants us to spend it on vice!



FRITTTE CLERK: The clerk looks at the wall of goods behind her. “Um… Sure. If you want something, I can get it for you. Just let me know and pay and stuff…” She adjusts her hat. “But I’m obliged to inform you that both alcohol and cigarettes damage your health. But I guess you already know that.”




FRITTTE CLERK: She stares at you, unsure. “I mean, I already said it’d hurt you? I don’t know what else they do.”



FRITTTE CLERK: “No.” she fixes her hair underneath her cap. “Frittte only sells legal drugs, like the law says.”

Next, we investigate the locked trash container.




TRASH CONTAINER: It’s a giant rifle and it’s very expensive. Not as expensive as that fat string of pearls snaking among the rotten banana peels however…








We get a new thought from this conversation:












Botchcop is now DOOMCOP

When investigating the Racist Lorry Driver’s lorry:




When talking to the Scab Leader:



When talking to Mañana:



CALL ME MAÑANA: “Good one, officer.” He grins. “Don’t worry, we here have solidarity with the RCM.”




Now for Measurehead:







All right, fucker. Let’s do this.




MEASUREHEAD: The man is reeling, gasping for air, time stands still around you. In the distance the sounds of the harbour are falling silent.
PERCEPTION (HEARING): [Easy: Success] All you hear is a small gurgling sound as a trickle of blood appears on the man’s lip.



Wait, really????



FUCKIN’ A



MEASUREHEAD: As you slam your fist on the button the man collapses entirely, his head rolling to the side…
MEASUREHEAD'S BABE: “Looks like you’re the new Measurehead now.”










Botchcop is officially a superstar.




In the office:














Outside after picking up our cloak, we decide to open the Damaged Ledger:




DAMAGED LEDGER: If you *want* it to be kitchen tissue, it can be kitchen tissue.

















KIM KITSURAGI: “Okay. Okay.” He nods. “It’s a good name, but it has *one* problem—this case has nothing to do with the setting sun. At all. It has nothing to do with that. So…”



KIM KITSURAGI: “Ha! Yes.” He isn’t actually laughing. “I have to tell you officer, I don’t appreciate *ironic* titles. Other officers will have to use this as reference. If it’s ‘IDIOT’, or ‘COCK FINGER’…”



Boo.









DAMAGED LEDGER: Who do you think?









SHIVERS: And above the distant streets and the 8/81—even above the old dish market and the church. Its material existence is lost. This great city will pocket it for you. For your own sake—forget about it.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY: [Medium: Success] Synapses can be rerouted. The mind takes a new shape.




The Damaged Ledger is now the Ledger of Oblivion. Its associated stats changed as well.





We put a point into Savoir Faire.





NIGHTWATCHMAN’S BOOTH: It’s a black and white photo of a young couple out in a street fair. The man—René—is dressed in a Royal Carabineer uniform. The girl is young and very pretty. She is smiling playfully at the camera.




Now, let’s talk to Leo.










KIM KITSURAGI: You see disdain in the lieutenant’s dark eyes when they meet your for a moment. He does not approve of you ridiculing this little man.



Finally, let’s head in and talk to Evrart:









KIM KITSURAGI: “Don’t be dramatic. I can see your condition isn’t terminal.”













EVRART CLAIRE: “Okay, Harry, you got me,” he says, grinning. “This is from the Census Bureau, not the RCM. Those Census Bureau people are absolutely *corrupt*. You should do something about them.”
KIM KITSURAGI: “He got the name from the Census Bureau and everything else from your actions here in Martinaise.”
EVRART CLAIRE: “Yes, yes, Mr. Kitsuragi, from the Census Bureau, like I said.” He looks annoyed. “Now I’m actually a very busy man, so is there anything else I can do for you, Harry?”
LOGIC: [Easy: Success] That means he doesn’t *really* know anything about you.




EVRART CLAIRE: “Am I going to ask?” Hell, Harry—you *spin-kicked* my strongest man in the face. I saw it from my window!”

Don’t praise Botchcop, it goes to his head.







We get Evrart’s help with the gun and corpse to finish this one off.