Welcome to the grand Carnival of La Manchaland. ... Will you join us in this... eternal Parade?
HP | 79.0 + (2.73*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Welcome to the grand Carnival of La Manchaland. ... Will you join us in this... eternal Parade? |
Morning Greeting | Mm... it's a bit rude of you to visit me so early in the morning, isn't it? You know how bad sunlight is for the skin. ... Let's talk about that plan a bit later. Thinking of Father this early in the morning is... stressful. |
Afternoon Greeting | Yeah, it's about time we got started on the Parade prep. ... No, I'll skip lunch. Another hemobar for lunch and I'll... ... I just can't handle it anymore. That we have to subsist on hemobars just to survive. It's... intolerably bad. |
Evening Greeting | The glory of taking center stage, of getting the limelight in the heat of this night is deservedly mine... for how hollow it is. Because I'm just another doll in the Parade. But... once I commit that capital sin... this endless cycle will come to an end. |
Chatter #1 | ... Oh, sorry. Just the thought of not being a part of the Parade anymore... that alone is too preposterous to even imagine. Perhaps it will all end should Father return safely with the helm. |
Chatter #2 | Before I became a Bloodfiend...? Well, I don't quite recall what my life was like then. Maybe I was glad to know that my beauty was to be everlasting. I must not have known then, that eternity could be anything other than sweet. |
Chatter #3 | My fear, my worst fear... is losing my elegance to that ghastly ugliness of bloodlust. I agree that hemobars were necessary to feed every Kindred, sure. But the core of this problem is, if only Father didn't— ... Haah, can we talk about something else? |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Take in the raining blood. It's more ecstatically beautiful than colorful explosions of confetti or bright fireworks illuminating the clouds in the night sky. ... We've saddened our Father, but... we're all happy now, aren't we? |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | The Priest always lectures me that enduring the pain is a virtue, but... my virtue lies in beauty. Thus, I always wish nothing but beauty for my Kindreds... and their Children. So... I'm going to stop, now. |
Idle | In this endlessly, this eternally...♬ ♬Blessed Carnival...♬ |
Uptying | The Parade will be... different tonight. The real Carnival begins now. |
Deployment | ... Do as you will. |
Stage Entry | Time to draw blood. |
Viewed in Battle | Talking to me in the middle of a Parade isn't so polite, hm? |
Commencing Attack | With grace. |
Enemy Stagger | ... Hideous. |
Staggered | Ah... ha ha. |
Enemy Killed | Your fountain of blood... How pretty. |
Death | Can we... finally come to a stop...? |
Check Passed | Go ask the Barber or the Priest for these menial chores. |
Check Failed | ... Wait. Let me try that again. |
Victory Cry | Another day floats by. And tomorrow will, too. No ups or downs at all, just a flat circle, going round and round. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | The fountain of blood burst high into the air, higher than the soaring fireworks. Ahh, no. I shouldn't guffaw so ungracefully. I must remain beautiful... and maintain my dignity as a Second Kindred. |
Defeat Wail | ... Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. I often wondered if anyone would come along to put an end to the Parade. I suppose... I'll rest a little. |
Hardblood Thorn
When an other ally takes <<((Laceration))Bleed>> damage or consumes <<((BloodDinner))Bloodfeast>>, gain 1 <<((BloomingThornsRodionFirst))Blooming Thorn>> (3 times per turn)
Heal HP on self by 20% of the damage dealt with base Skills (max 10 per Skill)
"Blossom with Blood..."
SCARLET x 3
To 1 ally with the highest <<((Laceration))Bleed>> Potency at Turn End: reduce the ally's <<((Laceration))Bleed>> Potency by 6 max, and apply (Bleed Potency reduced / 2) <<((BloomingThornsRodionFirst))Blooming Thorn>> (rounded down)
Begone...
Begone...
Begone...
Begone...
In Finely Ground Mistfall
In Finely Ground Mistfall
In Finely Ground Mistfall
In Finely Ground Mistfall
The Festival Will End
The Festival Will End
Ascendant Don Quixote Hardblood Arts - The Finale
Ascendant Don Quixote Hardblood Arts - The Finale
We were happy... at first.
Father spent his days twaddling about silly things like dreams, but... I suppose he had his own charming mirth.
But it was a good life, if the worst thing I had to do was to placidly indulge his stories.
My memories of the years I lived as a human have all but disappeared, but... at least this life had to be better than whatever that was.
Maybe that's why I agreed to become his Kindred.
... Or, maybe I was seduced by the promise that my beauty could be made to last for all eternity.
I began to understand my Father only when I began to create my own Kindreds... my Children. When they began to grow in number...
I understood that Father wanted us to be happy.
He wanted to free us from the crippling loneliness, for he was the first to suffer it.
Or so I thought.
Until some traveler visited our Castle and deluded my Father with that sickening manipulation that his dream could somehow be realized even in the waking world.
... Sancho.
Father always tried to bring us two closer, as if we were 'sisters'.
Perhaps it was fortunate that neither of us was the friendly type. We both liked to put up a wall between us and the rest of the world. So, naturally, we distanced ourselves from each other as well.
I had a degree of faith in her, however; her strength, her abilities, and her... more down-to-earth perspective on life that heavily contrasted our Father's wild imaginations.
Sancho never had Children of her own, but she always seemed... at least neutral when it came to looking after my Kindreds.
... And it is that odd distance between us that brought this plan to fruition.
Though we were both Second Kindreds, I could let her take care of our Family, to look after my Children and their Kindreds... while I devised this plan.
Eventually, our Father's sanity was completely broken; he destroyed our castle and built a bizarre amusement park in its place...
... rambling a plan that seemed to have come straight out of a madman's dream that we could coexist with... humans.
That we must live begging for stagnant blood in packs when veins, pulsating with hotly flowing blood, walk right past us.
That we must subsist on that thing, more flavorless than even pastel paste.
That all of his Kindreds must live trapped in a fate worse than that of a Bloodbag... all for the future in which Bloodfiends and humans may coexist in harmony.
His eyes gleamed with the conviction that to dream, he could endure even the yearning for blood...
Yet... desire is not something that can be so easily overcome.
It has broken my undying loyalty; this hunger coerced me to think of committing the inconceivable crime of filial impiety.
No. It may just be that I do not have the strength to pursue the dream as he does.
... There was a peddler, a merchant of odds and ends who'd always come to visit us at the amusement park.
Our Father is... tragically naive and innocent. Every time the merchant brought him false Relics, he'd get swindled into buying every single one of them.
But the peddler didn't just carry counterfeits.
Sometimes, Sancho and I would go behind our Father's back to threaten the peddler, and we would be presented with an authentic relic the very next day.
So, one day, another day of suffering through that hunger, I thought to ask the peddler about this rumored Relic.
'Say, do you know about the legendary helm of Mambrino that brings the wearer to equal ground with all those around them?'
That little tomb raider could not possibly have imagined what we were planning to do with the artifact.
Of course not.
Just as we could never gain an understanding of humans, just as we could never be one of them, no matter how long our lives may be...
... They won't ever understand us.
Gregor, that Child... he claimed that wasn't true. That humans were really starting to see us in a new light, but...
... I saw it all, from the apex upon which I stood.
Humans looking up at me and the Parade, their faces brilliant with happy smiles...
... and Bloodfiends, who shuffled among humans with their eyes lost and wavering with hunger.
It doesn't matter anymore.
It doesn't matter whether humans saw us in a different light or not.
What matters is that I... and my Children... are going hungry.
Besides, Sancho agreed with me. We couldn't just sit here and watch that human corrupt our Father with that silver tongue.
Finally... the preparations for the Carnival are complete.
Now, I leave this endlessly whirling yet stagnant, self-devouring Parade...
... and announce the beginning of a true feast of blood.
Ohh...
It's going to be so... beautiful...