Arcanist artwork, first exhibited in the 1930s, shown for twenty years. Originated on December 19th, winter. Initially displayed in Paris, the capital of the... [Read more]
English: Netta Nakash
Japanese: Haruka Tomatsu
Arcanist artwork, first exhibited in the 1930s, shown for twenty years. Originated on December 19th, winter. Initially displayed in Paris, the capital of the French Third Republic, later toured across the world.
- If anyone here needs a lift, you know who to call! I may not have driven much outside of Paris, but if I can survive those roundabouts, I can handle just about anything. Just tell me where to go, and consider it done.
(First Encounter Voiceline)
- Honestly, given all the horrible endings my family have had, odds are one of them met their end facedown in the snow. All I know is that just the sight of snow puts me in the mood to hide under the covers; I wouldn't even drive—if I could help it. Perhaps that feeling is one of my ancestors telling me to: « Reste près du feu et réchauffe-toi, ma petite. »
(Suitcase Climate Voiceline)
- The future? Like, a new life? Honestly, I'm not sure I'm prepared for that yet. As you can see, there are still many frustrating factors in play. Still, I think ... I'm looking forward to a change.
(To the Future Voiceline)
- Actors, poets, scholars—they're usually talkative passengers. But I've also noticed how often they drift into silence. Most of the time, I stay quiet too, maybe because I never really understood what they were saying anyway. What do you make of it, Vertin, my silence-loving friend?
(Idle Voiceline)
- Bonjour, Vertin! I like your hat. I have one as well, though it seems they do totally different things for us. It amazes me how something as simple as a hat can open up so many possibilities.
(Greetings Voiceline)
- Good morning! Ah, I had the most amazing dream last night! I was driving down a long, open road—clear sky, spotless windows, and the car was freshly cleaned. I picked up a few people along the way, and they gave me sandwiches and apples in thanks. I just kept driving, with no destination in mind, only the anticipation of the next mile.
(Morning Voiceline)
- Je me souviens, c'était le matin. Papa a balancé le gros sac sur son épaule et Maman s'est agenouillée pour lacer ses bottes près de la porte. « À bientôt, Adèle ! » ils ont dit, et je leur ai fait un grand sourire. Je n'ai pu que leur faire signe au revoir tandis qu'ils partaient pour leur aventure funeste.
(Bond: Morning Voiceline)
- Driving in the city is so much more exhausting than it may seem—you don't realize until you're in the thick of it, really. Every night, I fall asleep the second I lie down. Insomnia? I hardly know the meaning of the word.
(Night Voiceline)
- I've taken to keeping a journal lately. And writing postcards, too. Just a few words about the day. Sometimes I find myself just repeating my old routines, like ... like those postcards I used to receive. I always hated how tedious and boring they were, until they stopped coming.
(Bond: Night Voiceline)
- These flowers? Well, it all began with a passenger I had once. She wore a flower in her gray hair. Before she got out, she plucked a bloom from her bouquet and tucked it just above my ear as thanks for a lovely ride. Since then, it's become a little habit of mine.
(Hat and Hair Voiceline)
- You're knocking at the door of Félicienne's room.
(Sleeves and Hands Voiceline)
- Two tenants sharing one body—it's a little cramped, really. I hope we can find a way to fix this soon.
(Clothing and Torso Voiceline)
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