Mm... Are you here to get your boat fixed up? We'll take good care of it.
HP | 69,0 + (2,39*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Mm... Are you here to get your boat fixed up? We'll take good care of it. |
Morning Greeting | The shop isn't open yet... Oh, I'll get you a chair so you can sit and rest while you wait. |
Afternoon Greeting | Mmgh... I wanna eat something else for once... We've made all kinds of dishes out of those trash crabs—steamed, stewed, roasted, souped, you name it... but none of them ever taste any good! |
Evening Greeting | Ah! Did the flash from the welding rod hurt your eyes? Sorry about that... There's work to be done even after the shop's closed. |
Chatter #1 | When I first got up and found myself here, I had no idea what to make of anything... I almost starved to death wandering around. |
Chatter #2 | I'm not all too used to handling machinery...but I've got to practice hard if I want to get back to where I used to live. And who knows, this experience might be pretty handy in the future. |
Chatter #3 | I'm used to it now, but U Corp's Singularity was always so fascinating to me... Attaching parts with this thing melds them together, as though they were made this way from the start. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | This weapon too, was made from mechanical knowledge and welding skills I learned here. It doesn't look very sophisticated, but... Not bad, right? |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | We could come this far thanks to all the help from people in other boat shops here. ...They're no longer around, though. |
Idle | Hmm... I should read more books on maintenance in the meantime. |
Uptying | The upgrade certainly improved the output... but it kinda feels redundant if all I'm doing with it is catching more crabs. |
Deployment | The gears are in motion. |
Stage Entry | Häää? What's wrong with the power output...? |
Viewed in Battle | Need something repaired? |
Commencing Attack | Stabilizing output... There! |
Enemy Stagger | Good going...! |
Staggered | Ngh… |
Enemy Killed | Phew, took care of that one. |
Death | No... They're... waiting... for me. |
Check Passed | That was the right answer! |
Check Failed | This... wasn't quite it. |
Victory Cry | I should go back and deal with the remaining work. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | That was clean, wasn't it? I'm pretty proud of it if I do say so myself. Huh, my weapon's going... Wha, what's wrong with it? |
Defeat Wail | Noo... I didn't think it'd go this way... What was I missing... |
Unstable Power Output
On hit with Heads Coins at 10+ Tremor Count on self, Inflict +1 Tremor and Tremor Count with Coin effects.
Modified Power Output
AZURE x 4
1 ally with the most Max HP inflicts +1 Tremor with the effects of their attack skills/coins.
Fierce Assault
Fierce Assault
Fierce Assault
Fierce Assault
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Gamble
Gamble
Late at night, on a pitch-dark mudflat.
Flashes of blue sparks flickered on and off somewhere there.
Following the light that was too glaring to be from a lighthouse, yet too meek to be a fire...
…….
There was a child firing sparks at the insides of a large weapon with his welding rod.
Mm... Let's see...
If the weld beads get too big here, the electronics will be affected, I've been told... B-better keep it to a minimum...
Pzzzt, pzzzt.
Phew... And then... what was I supposed to do next?
Lifting his goggles, the child reads down the memo written on a small sheet of paper under the tiny lamp.
That must be the circuit diagram his coworker drew for him.
Right... Now let's get to connecting circuits...
Tzzzt.
This time, a thread of smoke quietly billowed instead of sparks.
The child's brows were furrowed, perhaps disturbed by the acrid smoke created while soldering.
Kaff... Phew, and now...
A click is followed by a hum of electric power.
The child earnestly hoped that his modification of the weapon was a success.
Alas...
Pbftt.
Agh! Come on... why... There's no reason it shouldn't work...
A small sigh filled the shop's still air.
The silence felt doubly palpable thanks to the weapon turning off.
It's okay... Let's, let's try again.
With a desperate look on his face, the child began examining the circuit board, holding a pair of tweezers in his hand.
At the same time, a growing feeling of anxiety ruffled the child's mind.
Being the last of the group to return from the book, it was by sheer luck that he was discovered before he starved to death, he thought.
Though he happened to start working at a boat shop, his skills and prowess as a Fixer weren't really needed here.
When he tried to help out with hunting... the leader was doing it with far greater efficiency.
And when he thought he'd lend a hand in mechanics... his colleague was much more capable than he was.
The unease that he's too mediocre to make meaningful contributions in any field has been constantly haunting the child.
...Ah, this must be it!
That's why the child is desperate.
To upgrade his weapon, learning from his coworkers...
And hunt trash crabs with greater efficiency using the improved weapon.
...There!
That was the only way he could think of to be helpful.
Great! I'll give it a test run on tomorrow's hunt...
Things don't always go so swimmingly, however.
Mmh... It's working, I guess, but it's not quite there...
It looks like the modification didn't go as the child planned.
With an uncertain look, the child laboriously slew trash crabs.
Maybe the gear ratio in the part where the chains are attached was off... Alright, I'll ask about it when I get back.
Still, the child doesn't give up.
He'll keep at it until a better solution is found.