Think it over three times, hard, before talking to me. I have ripped out enough tongues today.
HP | 82.0 + (2.82*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Think it over three times, hard, before talking to me. I have ripped out enough tongues today. |
Morning Greeting | Commence morning reports, starting from whoever is ready. And as I have said many times in the past, the state of being 'ready' entails various steps and procedures: purpose, method, process, outcome... and, most importantly, the all-encompassing adherence to manners. Those who are not 'ready' based on this criterion will be deemed unworthy of life. |
Afternoon Greeting | It's noon, and the trash is still here... I remember insisting that these must be cleaned up, as I expect to welcome an important client here. ... Hm, no one left for the clean-up either, I see. I suppose intimidation factors can also be significant elements in these consultations. |
Evening Greeting | Do you not think that it is quite unmannerly to visit me so late into the night? Even if your station grants you the right to look me right in the eyes... ... I see. Then the manners would dictate that you deserve to be welcomed here at this hour. I apologize for my discourtesy. |
Chatter #1 | A contract from the Shi family was expected, but a visitation from someone of such distinguished rank... was not. I could deduce by the fact that this individual requested a private meeting that it would be one with an esteemed position, but... hm. I certainly did not expect you. |
Chatter #2 | Red wine with two freshly pulled teeth makes for a good pairing, a <i>mariage</i> with this particular circumstance. Almost like a work of art. ... Hm. It seems that my recent visit to the Spider's House has affected my speech. To use words like 'art'... is not befitting the Capo of the Thumb. |
Chatter #3 | The value of a single Tigermark Round is equivalent to the value of three of these premium cigars. Slashing at my foe by consuming every ammunition in its chambers is like losing an entire humidor's worth of cigars, yet... ... sometimes, a good fight is worth more than a bundle of cigars. I would be remiss to let this chance pass in favor of frugality. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | ... I see that you are worth the cost of my ammunition. Prepare to face my unmitigated might. This 'excitement'... what a rare sensation. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | One mustn't embark on a tiger hunt without preparing to be mauled by its teeth. I presume that you feel ready, then? I am Meursault. Capo of the Thumb, one of the Ten Blades of the East. I will now meet you in battle with all my might. |
Idle | It was an astute decision on your end to not address me directly. Find a superior of yours who is inferior to my station to relay your message. |
Uptying | The fact that the name of Tiantui Star's blade must remain hidden is a shame, indeed... but here, that want is fulfilled by another—that I may roar like a winged tiger. This sates me. |
Deployment | You best hope that this task is worthy of my presence. |
Stage Entry | Off to hunt, then? Oh, good... I'm burning up. |
Viewed in Battle | ... The concept of manners must be alien to you. |
Commencing Attack | Are you ready? |
Enemy Stagger | Is this really your best? |
Staggered | Keh... Why, that's quite good. |
Enemy Killed | Standing around as you did is what cost you your head. |
Death | Puff... motherfucker... |
Check Passed | This better have been a contract. I may have to remove both of your arms if it was an insolent request. |
Check Failed | ... I will not be taking your life. As a compensation for failing this mission. |
Victory Cry | Disappointing. Is this really your best? Give me the name and the location of your superior. I must claim their head to make this worth the effort. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | There are not many things in this world that excite me. However... this is one of those rare cases. I enjoyed this dance. Keep any bullet casings I missed—consider them a tip. |
Defeat Wail | Let me be straightforward. Is there any means by which I may survive this encounter? Or, if a monetary compensation would suffice, then provide a number. ... If not, then... hah. It seems that I must lose my head. |
Tiantui Star's Blade [天退星刀]
When this unit has <<((BulletPropellantAlly))Tigermark Round>>:
- At 1+ <<((BulletPropellantAlly))Tigermark Round>>, convert all Coins of 'Tanglecleaver' into <<((SuperCoin))Unbreakable Coin>>s
- Skill Coins that spend <<((BulletPropellantAlly))Tigermark Round>> gain +1 Power (activates only as long as the Coin has Rounds left to spend)
When this unit has <<((BulletPropellantSpecialAlly))Savage Tigermark Round>>:
- At 1+ <<((BulletPropellantSpecialAlly))Savage Tigermark Round>>, convert all Coins of this unit's Base Attack Skills to <<((SuperCoin))Unbreakable Coin>>s
- At 0 <<((BulletPropellantSpecialAlly))Savage Tigermark Round>>, convert all Coins of this unit's Base Attack Skills that spend 'Unique Ammo' to <<((SuperCoin))Unbreakable Coin>>s
- Skill Coins that spend <<((BulletPropellantSpecialAlly))Savage Tigermark Round>> gain +2 Power (activates only as long as the Coin has Rounds left to spend)
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Double Slash - Blast [爆]
Double Slash - Blast [爆]
Double Slash - Blast [爆]
Double Slash - Blast [爆]
Triple Slash - Blast [爆]
Triple Slash - Blast [爆]
Triple Slash - Blast [爆]
Triple Slash - Blast [爆]
Tanglecleaver [快刀亂麻]
Tanglecleaver [快刀亂麻]
Savage Tigerslayer's Perfected Flurry of Blades [超絕猛虎殺擊亂斬]
Savage Tigerslayer's Perfected Flurry of Blades [超絕猛虎殺擊亂斬]
... I understand that the room may be disorderly. But I insist that you sit anyway.
Puffffff.
Air rushes out of the leather chair. Its sound fills the empty, quiet room with its at once sophisticated and suffocating momentousness.
At the center of it all is the child, sitting with one leg over the other in an overbearingly assured manner.
The room is practically decorated with mutilated bodies and disturbingly thorough splatters of blood, but he does not seem to mind it one bit.
I trust you would find the present state of my office acceptable. The Thumb treats lessons in manners with utmost seriousness.
I have heard the stories, indeed. I understand your request very well.
Or perhaps... one might assume that this is also a prepared 'scene' drawn with intent.
But the person sitting opposite of him also cannot be underestimated.
She simply smiles before producing a small piece of paper as though she were sitting in a normal, average room that was not painted top to bottom with remnants of vicious violence.
... Mm.
I did expect someone of higher station given the private one-to-one meeting request, but...
... Allow me to treat you with better manners. It seems that your station deserves as much.
Apologies for my earlier effrontery, my lady. I am willing to self-mutilate according to The Thumb's rules of respect as much as you would like.
The paper she handed him seemed to have been a business card of sorts; the child gently took it from her hand and placed it in a fancy, golden card-holder with reverent care.
Well, it is of no interest to me whatever you would choose to do with yourself. But...
... I understand that stopping you would also cause you some undue trouble. Do as you will.
Oh, actually. Fresh blood can really stain the clothes, unlike dried blood, so... I would prefer if you didn't engage in self-inflicted corporal punishments.
I am highly impressed by your lack of concern for the rigidity of hierarchy, and your considerate behavior befitting your nobility. You are someone deserving of proper respect indeed.
It's nothing. Nothing compared to what I am about to ask of you.
The child's words convey a deep, emotional gratitude, but his tone is flat and emotionless as a stone.
And the person sitting opposite him speaks words that are gentle, but it is clear that they shroud certain inscrutable intents.
In this bizarre juxtaposition, the person continued to explain a plan of sorts, and by the time she was wrapping up her elaboration, even the ever-stoic child could not help but furrow his brows at an almost-imperceptible angle.
... While it may be discourteous, this is, after all, my office; I do not believe that my subsequent request would go against reason.
May I have your permission to light a cigar?
I don't mind. It's obviously a very premium cigar rolled from fine leaves... it should smell fragrant enough.
Thank you. I appreciate your understanding, my lady.
He trims off the tip of the cigar with a cutter, the sharp blade slicing through with ease. A smoldering, faint ember lights up at its end.
The child puffs out a plume of smoke in an exhalation that was more like a deep sigh. The conversation continues.
So... to summarize your offer, you would like for me to serve the role of a clan member in this 'Family Hierarch war' of Hongyuan on the side of the Shi family.
She nods wordlessly. The child continues.
And, if... the next Hierarch is not one from the Shi family, decapitate the Hierarch-to-be, and plummet Hongyuan into... chaos.
I am certain that my lady is discerning enough to understand that the ramifications of such an incident will inevitably spread beyond the political conflict between the families.
Your request is that we are to become the blast of firepower signaling the start to a Wing War. Please illuminate me if my assessment is incorrect.
That is not what I said.
But, even if such were the case, what about it? Or... don't tell me, is this too much for your organization to handle?
... The child waits a moment before inhaling deeply from his cigar.
... Puff.
In that brief moment, the child most likely completed any and all calculations and simulations of what this situation entailed.
Your higher placement on the hierarchy does not grant you the right to say to my face whatever comes to your mind.
There is no such thing as 'too much' for The Thumb. Your statement has room to be interpreted as an expression of disrespect to the Syndicate itself.
And to do so would be to disrespect the esteemed underboss—meaning, to punish you would not go against the tenets of our organization.
I will now present before you an opportunity to claim that my interpretation was but a misunderstanding.
... Of course. Of course, it was but a simple misunderstanding.
The child seems to have won this bout of subtle yet palpable psychological warfare.
He managed to make the opponent's eyelids flinch, for the first time.
Very well. Then I will understand your proposition in a more literal manner.
Then... please, allow me to inquire about your... 'preparation' for the task at hand.
And the child did not let this brief moment of weakness pass. Biting lightly onto his cigar, the child rose from his seat and grabbed a fistful of ammunition from his belt and placed them on the table between them.
We call them Tigermark Rounds(虎標彈). The City makes it rather difficult to make liberal use of ammunition, but these are quite special, even among them.
Not to mention the cost for my subordinates' propellant ammo.
In addition, I must also ask if you really are prepared to pay the price of letting <i>me</i> loose.
…….
Be assured, however, that... once we are committed to a mission, we do make liberal use of ammunition. Take this into your consideration.
Do you really think that the Shi family, one of the four great houses, has such a thing as monetary concerns?
That is not the concern that I am speaking of.
My concern is about how you, someone who's not even from the Shi family, can mobilize such a significant amount of capital.
Fuhu, doesn't my business card clearly state the name of the Shi family?
It takes more than sitting around to earn the title of a Capo.
... Well, okay. But what of it?
Must I actually be a part of the family to meddle in their affairs?
I'm sure <i>you</i>, of all people, should know.
…….
Ah, that blade... It has been forged into a rather fancy podao, hasn't it?
... We will take the contract.
Oh my. That's good news.
I will send my underlings to share further details at a later date. Let us part this meeting for now.
The child had clearly won that invisible fight, so...
... what was it that turned the tables on him so easily?
It is no surprise, of course.
No one could've expected that she knew so much about the child, even down to his deepest secrets.
Once the guest left, the office was silent again.
Save for the sound of the child exhaling plumes upon plumes of smoke at a uniform interval.
She knows the origin of the Tiantui Star's blade.
Then... is she also a Pinky?
No. It is possible that someone of her station could have heard hints or vague tales about the Pinky.
... It doesn't matter.
If someone is this close by, I suppose I shall encounter them when the stigma burns hot.
The Pinky cannot help but summon only those who are nearby.
Besides, this is good work for The Thumb, and... reasonable.
More than anything, however...
... I think this will be fun. What a rare sense of anticipation.
With clear, high-pitched noise of clinking metal, the spent bullet casings popped out of the child's blade.
And a few seconds later, he lands.
18 Tigermark rounds spent...
The child sweeps his belt and contemplates.
Contemplating if he should use the Savage Tigermark rounds, the powers of which are greater than the Tigermark rounds.
Of course, simply changing to a different type of ammunition doesn't immediately make him stronger.
The power of the Tiantui Star's Blade comes from the user, and his judgment call on when he must use which bullet.
The Jialan Guards(賈藍隊)...
So much for the protectors of the noble Jia family... They made for quite the disappointing task.
The child probably didn't even have to use the Tigermark rounds to defeat them.
But he reloaded the blade with Savage Tigermark rounds anyway.
... If this is all the fun they have to offer, I suppose I must find entertainment in the freedom of getting to swing this blade with abandon.
... The cost of his ammunition was coming from the client's pocket anyway. He would rather choose excitement over frugality.
For the sum that the client brought, the foes I have faced thus far have been so... tasteless. Perhaps she miscalculated.
If she did not, then—
Something stops the child. He looks toward the sound of the footsteps approaching from a distance.
The approaching footsteps belonged to a rather large group. The child instinctively sensed that...
... <i>this</i> was the moment he was hired for.
Ah... they were running late.
Does the child know, one wonders.
The ennui drove me to... relish this dance, for but a moment.
That, unbeknownst to him, his lips were twisted into a grin.