Aha, so this explaineth the slight blandness of thy banquet! To prepare such spicy condiments in the form of a brawl... Forsooth, 'twas most unexpected!
HP | 82.0 + (2.82*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Aha, so this explaineth the slight blandness of thy banquet! To prepare such spicy condiments in the form of a brawl... Forsooth, 'twas most unexpected! |
Morning Greeting | Slumbering through such an exciting morn would have been a most tragic affair! Hooie, to launch that chair from such a distance—'tis as dramatic as an episode of a soap opera in the morn!! |
Afternoon Greeting | The eastern branch doth not spend the lunch idly on their behinds. I have heard tell that the western branch enjoyeth a rather lengthy tea-time, yet... Hm, alas. 'Tis one way to lose potential clientele that may be roaming the streets at that very moment. |
Evening Greeting | Ah~ Verily, the eastern branch of the Cinq Association doth hold late-night assignments in disdain! Prithee, might there not be worthier Associations to which thou couldst call for matters of the night? Duels, forsooth, ought to be carried out under the high-noon sun in the audience of countless spectators! |
Chatter #1 | Troublemakers such as those cur make my blood run hot... yet we are but Fixers whose subsistence dependeth on our trade. Wouldst thou not say that, thus, we mustn't act without compensation? H-how doest thou know of mine olden foolishness...! Ahem, 'twas but the manifestation of mine inexperience as a newcomer to this Association...! |
Chatter #2 | Ahem... Aha! They shalt recognize me in no time, after I remain seated here awhile, and request me to duel in their stead. 'Twould be like striking two birds with one pebble! I shall attain both the completion of a contract, and the silence of those raucous rascals! |
Chatter #3 | Ooh... this bowl of biangbiang noodles is... ah, what an utter excellence this is! The crunchi— ack?! Hark! Thou hast cast specks of thy side dishes unto my plates! Keep thy violent parley out of my bowl, pah! |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Thy bladed instrument poseth little threat to me, amigo. Mine virescent pyrojade shall melt it to nothingness ere it doth me harm! |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | 'Twas a mistake to stir trouble in a tavern afore observing its clientele, amigo. 'Tis a rather spacious establishment—thou should have imagined that there would be a hidden dragon lurking somewhere amongst the shadows, hm? |
Idle | Ooh! Verily, the present yet subtle crunchiness of the noodles maketh quite the perfection! |
Uptying | Oof, apologies to thee. The gentleman there hath requested an 'emergency duel proxy' contract. I shall return in no time! |
Deployment | Aha, a contract! |
Stage Entry | Thou mayest know me as Don Quixote, Fixer of the third Section of Cinq Association East! |
Viewed in Battle | 'Tis an emergency, hm? Do know that it shall cost thee a tad more! |
Commencing Attack | The virescent pyrojade burneth. |
Enemy Stagger | This duel! |
Staggered | Hup?! |
Enemy Killed | Endeth with my victory! |
Death | Ahaaa... 'twas... quite education...al... |
Check Passed | Mm, the conundrum hath been resolved, no? |
Check Failed | Hohh... Ack, should I not have melted that?! |
Victory Cry | Forsooth, this contract was a tad complicated, yet... No task shall remain undone before me, for all that standeth before me scattereth! |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Was it not a decision most wise to employ mine emergency services, though more expensive it may have been? Heh heh... oh? Ah, nay. Close thy wallet; thou didst not truly believe that I would charge thee double, hm? To do so~ would be to stray from the way of justice! |
Defeat Wail | Ne'er did I once imagine that I would be defeated, despite the complicatedness of this contract... F-fie... they are to discover that I have absconded from training in favor of roaming the streets...! Agh, what must I do...?! |
Virescent Pyrojade
Turn End: gain 1 <<((Agility))Haste>> next turn for every 5 <<((Breath))Poise>> Potency on self (max 2)
Against the target(or the Part) a Base Attack Skill hit last, inflict <<((DianxueDonQuixote))Nerve Strike - Don Quixote>> next turn (once per turn)
Deal +(<<((Combustion))Burn>> Potency on the target)% damage on Critical Hit (max 15%)
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Fa Jin
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Fa Jin
Virescent Flame Palm
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Virescent Flame Palm
Prithee, let this be an enlightening bout
Prithee, let this be an enlightening bout
Mm~ Prithee, dost thou truly find this acceptable? For I am in midst of a meal...
Well, we both know how busy you Association Fixers are. Actually, I hope I'm not taking up too much of your lunchtime.
Pah, worry thee not! Only the most heartless few shall refuse thee in spite of thy manners!
The child fixed her grip on the chopsticks as she reassured the interviewer.
Then, she grabbed a large bundle of noodles and veggies with her chopsticks and raised them before her excited eyes...
Get your ass back here!
... all the while chairs, utensils, and all kinds of miscellaneous sundries were being flung about in the background.
Hm. Meal is a meal indeed, yet I worry that thou mayest be putting thyself in unnecessary risk in this kezhan—that is, a tavern.
Eh, don't worry about it. It's not the rarest sight for interviewers like me.
I worked out a lot at the Association gym when I was growing up, so I'm not really unfamiliar with this kinda stuff.
Oho... thou'rt quite the brave one. Ah! Watch thy head!
Whoops. Phew, thanks for the heads-up.
Good, good... Very good! I shall answer earnestly to whatever question thou wouldst like to ask. Proceed!
To a passing viewer, who might only catch a glimpse of the child's composed discussion with the reporter, this may appear to be nothing more than a peaceful interview over lunch...
... but the pair of them were surrounded by utter destruction wrought by an ongoing tavern brawl, regardless of their seeming lack of involvement.
... If they weren't moving out of the way from unfortunate projectiles, one could almost forget that the entire kezhan was embroiled in violent fisticuffs.
So, our magazine's trying to run a special on the Cinq Association...
... and we intend to focus on comparing the Cinq Association branches to one another.
Mmhm! 'Tis true, 'tis true that the Cinq of the west and the south have gained certain notoriety among the press.
Ah, I see that you always try to keep up-to-date with the news?
Forsooth! 'Tis an indispensable quality of a true Fixer to remain acutely aware of the goings-on of the world.
The child thought for a moment about mentioning how she only reads the sections discussing Fixer businesses, but... she did not feel it necessary to mention that.
She's had enough worldly experience to know that sometimes, some things were better left unsaid.
So cool... Now, let's get to the questions, shall we?
I heard that Cinq west, which is where your headquarters is, and Cinq east, the branch you work for, operate very differently. What differences might there be?
Hm~ while I was never availed the opportunity to visit the Association headquarters, I have indeed heard much.
It is said that they always carry a sword with them. Verily, it appeared that they were bound by countless rules such as traditions on how one must wield their bladed instrument.
In contrast, I might say that our eastern branch is relatively free to do as we will. We may, indeed, wield weapons should we choose to do so; yet we are free all the same to not. Ah, of course, 'tis true that we prefer a much more intimate distance than the one that might be availed by the use of swords.
With that, the child raised her wrist.
She was wearing a thick luminescent bangle or a bracelet of sorts there; it appeared as though it had been carved straight from solid jade.
Ahh...! So that's what you guys call... virescent pyrojade, right?
Ah, so thou'rt a learned one! Verily, this bangle is what superheats my gloves; most material melts simply before its heat.
So that's why you don't throw your gloves...
Aha, thou must be speaking of the tradition by which my colleagues in the headquarters declare an intent to duel?
Indeed, the east operates differently in that matter as well. Instead of chucking an object, we prefer to politely state one's name and affiliation afore engaging in combat.
Hm, yeah. I've seen a lot more of that around here, now that I think about it.
Yet, forsooth, I do find a certain charm in the methods of the west or the south...
... So this isn't exactly relevant, but...
Hyaah... What a delicacy this is... Hm? Do speak thy mind.
You've been shaking your leg like, a lot this entire time... Is there something wrong?
Thou asketh if aught is wrong? N-nay, verily! Ha ha, 'tis but an unshakable habit of mine!
You're looking a bit... anxious...
Ah... ahaha, ahem...
The child was indeed anxious.
Perhaps it was frustration, not anxiety.
The fight she had no choice but to sit on her hands and watch was rather one-sided...
... Were she free to do as her heart commands, she would not hesitate a moment to enact her version of 'justice' and leap into the fray in defense of the losing side.
But the core of the Cinq Association was to be a proxy in duels, nothing more.
W-well... I had thought that I should be contracted to duel in their stead about now...
It... uh. This particular client appeareth quite delayed in making a request...
... What?
Ah, allow me to put it this way. To be in audience of such an unfairly one-sided battle maketh one's blood boil, no?
Ohh... You can't wait to duke it out with that guy, huh?
Fie! Thou shan't speak so lightly of this matter; there is no justice to be found in battles without balance.
Yet... as a member of the Association, I cannot act in lieu of a contract...
The child's voice crawls to a stop.
And in her words, the interviewer senses a familiar story from long past.
Huh, you're reminding me of another story from a few years ago, where a complete newcomer to the Cinq Association went around making a ruckus like she was some kind of vigilante...
Ahem, ahemm! Ahhem! V-verily, thou mustn't compare my present self to that naive past!
For I am a changed person! I leap not into the fray at the first sight of injustice, and I have learned the art of pah-patience!
Clang!
This was no less a mistake than it was when the brawler accidentally flung a household item in her direction.
The brawler, now certain of his victory, had unsheathed his blade... and tripped on an errant piece of wood on the ground.
Unfortunately for him, he began to fall toward the child...
Aha, now behold mine utter impeccable poise and nonchalance in this circumstance that is, by all accounts, quite <i>pointy</i>!
... and the child grabbed the sword in a practiced motion.
What the— Huh?! A C-Cinq Fixer...!
The virescent pyrojade emits a bright glow, and the blade melts like candy on a hot day.
Now that I have thine attention— indeed I am!
The spectacle was more than sufficient to have every patron recognize her presence; the man who was on the losing side of this heavily skewed battle quickly ran up to the child and pleaded.
L-lady of the Cinq! Please, accept my contract!
Mhm! Very well. Yet I must warn thee—we are behooved to take double the fee for 'emergency contracts', such as the one thou requireth from me now.
I'll pay you triple as long as you can take care of that—
SAY NO MORE!! Consider it done! We shall discuss the matters of coin later.
The child jumped from her seat with the look of someone who just found out that they were to receive a Christmas gift.
I hail from the third Section of the Cinq Association in the east!
I, Don Quixote, hereupon inherit this duel!