[Since I'm such a big fan of these types of posts (and honestly I need these things to happen in game), let's look in on our favourite Mister Sinclair while he goes through his day
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After Sinclair's threat during Bhamba's happy dissection hour he doesn't consider himself on good terms with his Augie anymore, so talking to him is not very high on his list of priorities. ]
[ He walks off-screen for a moment and returns with a small, metallic box. ]
You mean this?
[ He pulls out what looks like a bronze dragonfly. ]
I meant to give a swarm of them to Ivanova, but their battery life is a disaster and the navigation program is faulty. They were meant to return to my lab after a night of recording, but they only ended up outside near the pond.
[ He rummages through the box for another dragonfly. ]
It's a shame, really. The quality of their recordings is excellent!
[ He pulls gently at one of the bronze insect's wings. ]
"I can only hope, for your sake, that one'a these times you come back knowin' you won't get away with a damn thing when it comes t'me and mine.
After all, there're only so many more ways I can kill you before it stops bein' a challenge.
I want you t'remember my voice. And I want you t'remember feelin' absolutely helpless as I drain your very mind away.
And I can only hope you get the nightmares."Did you hear? It's almost as if you were threatening me right now! This is my
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[... ohhh, you two-faced, smarmy, vile, bald-headed son of a bitch. You're next, you stupid bumbling... Sinclair swallows every single piece of rage and bile and takes a moment. Breathe. He's been in worse before, against better. No big, right?
[ He puts one finger up, telling Sinclair to hold while he rummages through the box. He eventually produces what looks like a half-finished version of the dragonfly, wires and insides still visible for the most part.
He pushes down on a small button. ]
"Depends. On what. You've got.
Make it worth my while."
I recorded that by accident. Funny story, actually.
[If you could see him, you'd get to see him click off the audio for a moment, growl loudly to himself, throw his ashtray against the wall and run a hand through his hair. But you don't, so all you get is a long pause.]
... Funny thing about me, sport; I can usually get anythin' I damn well please. Do me a solid, here: just tell me what you want.
[ Bhamba quickly disappears from view and returns, brandishing this wonderful item. ]
You should probably get the right size from your own closet, but I think this would really accentuate your features.
That's just my humble opinion of course, I'm a technical expert, not a fashion editor, so... maybe you should ask the rest of the mansion. You hardly treat people to video feeds anyway and I would hate to be responsible if you went with the wrong summer dress on my say-so.
After Sinclair's threat during Bhamba's happy dissection hour he doesn't consider himself on good terms with his Augie anymore, so talking to him is not very high on his list of priorities. ]
And what trade would that be?
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Silence.
Evidence.
Any of it.
All of it.
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[ He walks off-screen for a moment and returns with a small, metallic box. ]
You mean this?
[ He pulls out what looks like a bronze dragonfly. ]
I meant to give a swarm of them to Ivanova, but their battery life is a disaster and the navigation program is faulty. They were meant to return to my lab after a night of recording, but they only ended up outside near the pond.
[ He rummages through the box for another dragonfly. ]
It's a shame, really. The quality of their recordings is excellent!
[ He pulls gently at one of the bronze insect's wings. ]
"I can only hope, for your sake, that one'a these times you come back knowin' you won't get away with a damn thing when it comes t'me and mine.
After all, there're only so many more ways I can kill you before it stops bein' a challenge.
I want you t'remember my voice. And I want you t'remember feelin' absolutely helpless as I drain your very mind away.
And I can only hope you get the nightmares."Did you hear? It's almost as if you were threatening me right now! This is my ( ... )
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...Still, this doesn't look good.]
...Yessir, that would be what I meant.
[Shit shit shit shit.]
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...Yessir.
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He pushes down on a small button. ]
"Depends. On what. You've got.
Make it worth my while."
I recorded that by accident. Funny story, actually.
[ He puts the dragonfly away and smirks. ]
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... Funny thing about me, sport; I can usually get anythin' I damn well please. Do me a solid, here: just tell me what you want.
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[ A thought occurs! ]
How do you feel about flowery dresses?
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Why do you ask?
[It was so difficult for him not to deadpan that.]
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[And swallowing the desperation now:] ... What do you have in mind..?
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You should probably get the right size from your own closet, but I think this would really accentuate your features.
That's just my humble opinion of course, I'm a technical expert, not a fashion editor, so... maybe you should ask the rest of the mansion. You hardly treat people to video feeds anyway and I would hate to be responsible if you went with the wrong summer dress on my say-so.
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...Let me get this straight.
You want me t'put on a dress and turn my camera on.
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[ He counts with his fingers. ]
Dress. Camera. Do I look pretty?
[ He nods. ]
That sums it up.
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Yknow, that dress looks like it'll fit. Maybe I should pick it up from you.
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