So this is the murder scene? Hmm... What an amateurish finish... They must've been really pressed for time.
HP | 70.0 + (2.4*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | So this is the murder scene? Hmm... What an amateurish finish... They must've been really pressed for time. |
Morning Greeting | Good morning~ The air's a bit smoggy today, isn't it? I guess that's just how it is around here. |
Afternoon Greeting | This is the hour when the sun is its warmest. Though the world is like one big machine bolted together by screws of inequality, at least the sunlight feels pretty fair, hmm? |
Evening Greeting | ... Oh! It's you! Don't hide your face at night, okay~? I almost mistook you for someone who deserves... redistribution. Ha ha. |
Chatter #1 | The Yurodiviye's spread so far and wide now. Mm~ at this point, we pretty much have to resort to recognizing each other by this scarf around our necks! |
Chatter #2 | Hm... there's nothing too complicated about our organization. The City is chock-full of people unhappy about the way things are, about the way the Wings are. We're just a collective of the same-minded, unhappy people with a bit more... initiative. |
Chatter #3 | This monocle was invented by one of our comrades who used to be employed at a Workshop. Look. When I rotate the dial here... I can get a better look at things that pique my curiosity! |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | All right... let's connect the threads of evidence together. This area is clearly marked by a sharp object. Look at the angle of the blood splatters. And now, the dried mud here. Let's see how they appear through my monocle... ... Ah, this is exact spot where the victim drew his final breath. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | We can't involve the Nests or the Wings in this case. Whatever a Yurodivy does... stays in the Yurodiviye. Disagreements are inevitable, you know? Things like this are bound to happen once in a while~ |
Idle | Mm~ Hm~ Ah, my lollipop's gone. |
Uptying | Okay, let's think. How would I do this, if I was the killer? I just have to slowly think it through, and... ... Hehe, I suppose I'll find the truth sooner or later, hm? |
Deployment | Hmm, shall we get a move on? |
Stage Entry | Into the case. |
Viewed in Battle | Is there anything you'd like to know about the case? |
Commencing Attack | We'll bring them down with our own hands! |
Enemy Stagger | Don't fight the great cause~ |
Staggered | Ngh… Oh dear. |
Enemy Killed | And make this easy for all of us, okay? |
Death | Ah... so this... is how I'm silenced... |
Check Passed | The answer always reveals itself past this lens~ |
Check Failed | Whoops... I guess this wasn't it? |
Victory Cry | Ah, that was very satisfying. Mm~ You know, this mess we left behind actually looks pretty bad. It might even lead to someone testifying against us. Shall I clean it up? |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | We sure showed them what happens to those who resist the great cause! Hm... what should we target next? |
Defeat Wail | Well... It's okay. The Yurodiviye is no stranger to failures. But we're nothing if not persistent. We'll keep trying, trying, and trying again for the great triumph! |
Vibroweld Morph-combat Cane (Unauthorized Invention)
Turn End: gain <<((AttackDmgUp))Damage Up>> next turn equal to the number of times this unit triggered <<((VibrationExplosion))Tremor Burst>> this turn (max 3)
In the Culprit's Shoes
AMBER x 3
When #1 Deployed Identity triggers Tremor Burst with Skill or Coin effects, 25% chance to trigger an additional Tremor Burst (once per turn)
Deduction Start
Deduction Start
Deduction Start
Deduction Start
Morph Cane Technique
Morph Cane Technique
Morph Cane Technique
Morph Cane Technique
You're the Culprit!
You're the Culprit!
Hm, I guess I'll start by taking a quick look around.
The child leisurely strolls into a dark and stuffy basement.
He has a casual look on his face, as though all was right in the world.
In his mouth is a sweet lollipop, and his gait is relaxed and gentle.
There was something different about this child; though he wore the very same scarf that others in his organization wore, he did not share their perpetual sense of urgency.
It's not a rare sight to see a Yurodivy fight a Yurodivy, but... this one's a bit different.
The Yurodiviye.
An organization established with the spirit of bringing a new world to life, a world in which the few do not hoard the riches; a world of equality. But not all those who call themselves a Yurodivy share the same sentiment.
Now that the Yurodiviye was widespread enough to establish themselves as a real presence even in some Nests...
... some of their new recruits did not share that ideal. Some of them joined only because they were down on their lucks, or only because they simply disliked the way things were under the Wings' reign.
Such disaccord often leads to internal conflict. Sometimes, their opinions of the Wings and the Nests just don't always see eye-to-eye... and sometimes, violence becomes the preferred conflict resolution method. But that's just the way things are in the City, isn't it?
And that is where the child comes in; he has been working as a Yurodiviye detective of sorts, investigating instances of such violence.
My, blood splatters all over the place... all those broken cups... that'll fetch quite the compensation.
Hey, you're finally here.
Yes, I am. Can I get a low-down on what we're dealing with?
His colleague extends his greetings as the child bends down to traverse under several layers of tapes outlining the crime scene.
Well, like always... can't say I've got a 'low-down' to give ya.
But I'm sure this mess is nothing more than one of 'em brawls that break out after a potent mix of too many shots of liquor and overly-passionate debates.
I've got confirmation from the witnesses and the owner, too. One of 'em just glassed the other one outta nowhere, right in the forehead!
Ouch... With a glass cup? Sounds painful.
Yeah, ouch is right. And that was probably the last straw. The moment of no return where all hopes of resolving the situation without a casualty were lost.
The partner muttered bitterly before letting out a deep sigh.
Sigh... Lad, I can't understand how people gathered under the same banner and the same cause could hate one another so much. I just don't.
It's easy to bring people together for something happy because everyone wants the same thing.
But bringing angry people together for something unhappy is hard. Because once you really look into it, you'll notice that not everyone wants the same thing.
People all have different reasons for feeling unhappy about the Wings... right?
... Sometimes I can't help but wonder how you can act so aloof, like you're above all this.
If you decided to join the Yurodiviye, I bet you had your own reasons too. Am I wrong?
Oh, I'm just here to expand my horizons. It's certainly given me an 'eye' for picking up clues and getting a better picture of each case, fuhu.
Hmmh...
The colleague simply could not understand the child, nor could he share in his casualness. But perhaps, he thought, that was precisely why the child could be trusted to resolve these cases with a fair eye and swift feet.
Besides, it was more fitting for the Yurodiviye to settle their own problems rather than to rely on a Wing or the Associations.
Right... What do you see? Give me something to work with here.
Of course~ Let's reconstruct the crime scene!
The child adjusted the dial on his clockwork monocle as he replied. His voice suggested that he was in high spirits.
The monocle, crafted by a skilled artificer who once worked for a famous Workshop, highlighted various points of interest. Adjusting the dials would play various scenes that could help with the viewer's deductions.
Look, the blood splatters all dried at different rates. This one's dried and viscous, and it's halfway permeated into the wood. The other splatter's a bit fresh, though.
Not sure how much that info's worth. Like, how dried the blood splatters are doesn't help us much if one of them was living eight-hour-days and the other one six-hour-days. Can't tell who bled first from that.
Hmm, let's reconstruct the broken pieces of the glass. ... Wait, this was a light bulb, not a glass cup. Then above us must be...?
Huh. One of the lights is missing.
Mm, this could be interesting. Let's check the register, shall we?
The child sang a cheerful hum as he sauntered up to the register.
The owner of this shop organizes his daily earnings by collecting the receipts. I remember how he was always so proud to show off his collection of receipts whenever we came here for a meal.
Hm, looks like he's been deep in the red as of late. ... Replacing a precariously hanging light must've been the last thing on his mind.
Wait, that means...
Yep.
Ah, that explains the confused look on the victim's face I saw through my monocle~
Haah... So all that was over a misunderstanding...?
The colleague sighed and ran his hand through his hair with a bitter expression.
It must have pained him to see the Yurodiviye's name, to which people flocked under the same cause of revolution, degrade in the public eye.
It's tragic, but... maybe all this was inevitable.
Expecting everything to go right in a world of ever-shifting chaos is to slumber in a dream of excessive idealism.