Will you rekindle the inspiration within me anew? If not... then I can't say that I am terribly interested.
HP | 70.0 + (2.4*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Will you rekindle the inspiration within me anew? If not... then I can't say that I am terribly interested. |
Morning Greeting | Open not the curtains; I fear that a sudden light of dawn may disturb the density of this dot I have been pouring my focus in. |
Afternoon Greeting | Oh, how I wish there was a meal that could be consumed in five seconds. To waste so much time I could have used to create... on something so pointless yet vital at the exact bisection of a full day... How regrettable. |
Evening Greeting | Sleep shall claim me only when it knocks with death as its companion. Understand that cessation of life is, in turn, a complete elimination of any potential to create. Thus every waking moment must be fully devoted to the creation of art. |
Chatter #1 | Though I am but an apprentice with a single coil of a ring, there is much that requires my attention. The Maestro's assignments to be completed, the civilians' drab 'artwork' to be evaluated... |
Chatter #2 | Any disgruntlements, you ask...? Mm, I do find it regrettable that my freedom in wielding the brush extends not to critiquing the artistic merit of works created by Docents. Oft am I compelled to compliment their pieces, when no such sentiment could be found in my heart. This is but a very, very miniscule disgruntlement, mind. |
Chatter #3 | The past deserves very little care. The art and the surrounding insight must always remain in a constant state of transformative improvement; capricious like quicksilver, if you will. Oh, hm... Reinterpreting past works to remake them could prove interesting, indeed. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | F. Hm... another F. ... Ah! B+ for you, my friend; your work is like a solitary lotus, blooming its budded beauty in a mud pit of mediocrity. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | I find your entire artistic process—from conceptualization to production—quite satisfactory. Please surprise me further with another creation of yours. I shall do my best to complement your work, should aught need touching up. |
Idle | Hm. I shall not disturb you as you meditate on your next project. Well do I understand the import of such hours. |
Uptying | Aha, you wished to watch as I evaluated them? Come hither; allow me to guide you to those that are worth viewing. |
Deployment | I suppose the ingredients are ready? |
Stage Entry | My, this is quite exciting. |
Viewed in Battle | Have you aught to say about my work? |
Commencing Attack | Quite the pointed critique! |
Enemy Stagger | Mm, this piece is off-balance. |
Staggered | Kngh... |
Enemy Killed | Finally... it is complete. |
Death | To perish in the process of artistic creation... Truly, there is no... death... more ideal... |
Check Passed | That is a passing grade. |
Check Failed | Mm... that may be a failing grade. |
Victory Cry | It is... passable. Though I very much wish that I had more opportunity to wield this brush... |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Quite the artistic tour de force we have produced... Ah, I cannot help but be overcome with anticipation for the Maestro's critique of this piece. |
Defeat Wail | How dreadful... The ingredients lay broken, and not an ounce of inspiration remains. I have not felt such shame in a long time. |
Assignment Evaluation
On Hit, if the target has 6+ <<((Laceration))Bleed>>, heal 2 SP.
Heal 1 additional SP for every type of negative effect on the target. (max 3)
If this unit's SP is at max, gain 1 <<((AttackUp))Offense Level Up>> next turn when this unit heals SP with this effect.
(This Passive activates 4 times max per turn)
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Paint Over
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Sanguine Pointillism
Sanguine Pointillism
Sanguine Pointillism
Sanguine Pointillism
Hematic Coloring
Hematic Coloring
The nature of art is what shatters like diffuse reflection of radiance upon the irregular surfaces of fragmented mirror shards.
It is labyrinthine, unpredictable, completely devoid of any plainly coherent pattern... and unfathomably beautiful.
Because anything can be painted, and any sense of imagination brought forth to reality...
... even things beyond our ken may be conceived and be used as inspiration through the lens of art created by others.
Thus, choosing the Ring and the path of art was a decision most wise.
Perhaps my life itself has been a living artistry from its incipience.
My interests were as diverse as the seven colors of the light spectrum, fanning and radiating in all directions like shattering rays of diffuse reflection upon an irregular surface.
Yet, the life of fixation with a single subject, technology... Sitting in conferences after conferences of mediocre, predictable 'discoveries'... That was never the kind of life I deserved.
Thus it was by great fortune that the Pointillists approached me and thought to offer a place among their ranks.
A universe of infinity held within a singular dot. Thus a collection of dots a collection of infinities does it become, a concentration of dots a concentration of universes; then birthed anew is yet another ineffably vast universe...
The Pointillists create art I could behold and ponder for all eternity. My attraction to it must have been written afore it came to be.
The graceful title of 'Student of the Ring' gave me fabricated wings of freedom and unbound my potential.
What laughably witless days I have endured! My wings were there all along, only waiting to be painted into existence by my hands. My infantine, childish self could never have reached this understanding with his juvenile fascination with tinkering frivolous machine parts together.
Ah... how regrettable they are, the days I have wasted in utter inanity.
The days I have wasted away in a heedless haze, believing every mired hour I had spent there to be my fate.
Thus wielded in my palms is my great brush; a tool with which I shall mold and transform my past.
The pointless past is burned as sacrifice for art; what was once perceived to be of no worth is molded into beauty in an instant.
I am but a Student of the Ring; yet, should I trace the steps of the Maestros who have created countless masterpieces... my very own skills shall grow to its apex ere long.
Ah, my heart is now lightened. I should be able to participate in this 'assignment evaluation' with a mind unburdened.
... It takes little time before I find myself at the evaluation site.
A group of people stand uneasily among various revolting 'artwork' that inspire nothing but utter confusion.
They plead and plead, knocking fervently at my heart so that their voices may be heard. Yet, to my ears, they are merely inaudible murmurs, nothing more than bothersome noise.
The noise is likely an amalgamation of desperate attempts at receiving a passing grade...
But they each receive a failing grade nonetheless.
It is all pointless.
Yet...
Indeed, the lack of meaning signifies not the lack of answers.
I gather the terrified civilians. Inform them that I shall now bequeath upon them a holistic critique of their works.
Indeed. A critique of this 'collaborative' effort.
Of course, each of their work is a result of individual effort. Yet, should their work be assisted by my artistic eye, unripe as it is, then...
... it shall make for quite the excellent collaborative piece of art.
Some of their faces contort with a clear look of bewilderment. Ah, a moment of utter ideality. A universally shared look of shock would have been so... plain.
And with such joy, such delight...
I wield my great paintbrush and rapidly pierce it into my ingredients, marking each of them with dots.
Explosive splashes of red paint.
Shock. Fear. Panic and desperation. I behold so, so many final sentiments fade as they drop to the cold floor in all of its unconscious amorphousness, with no more mind to guide the flesh.
My heart swells with this excellent presentation; they have prepared for me such a beautiful collaborate effort where even I, as a mere spectator, was allowed to partake in its beauty.
How could I give them anything else but a review most glowing?
Thus I rate this artwork...
A+.