Yeah, hey there, nice to meet you... Got a screw to spare?
HP | 69.0 + (2.39*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Yeah, hey there, nice to meet you... Got a screw to spare? |
Morning Greeting | Let's see~ Two jobs for this morning, three in the afternoon... Yup, guess I can afford one coffee break. |
Afternoon Greeting | Seen my boss around here? She lost a bet with pepper chili lettuce curry pie on the line a bit ago, and she hasn't returned yet. |
Evening Greeting | The Nest's nightscape is always fascinating. Shame none of those lights are mine. |
Chatter #1 | Hey, that ticking of your clock's making me nervous, can you let me smoke in peace at least... |
Chatter #2 | Payments on time are all I ask for. If you're strapped for cash, I won't mind some useful scraps. |
Chatter #3 | Wait a minute, what's wrong with... Huh? Oh... I'm fine. This thing just conks out sometimes... Hm? Why are you standing so far away? |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Well, yeah, I change this arm whenever needed. I used to have one for lighting fires, but I got careless and burned my beard with it. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Say, you and I get along pretty well, don't you think? If you've got business for me after this request is done, tell my boss and I'll be there. |
Idle | Don't leave me alone, bud. I can get lonely pretty easily. |
Uptying | Oh, erm... I wasn't planning to stay here for long... You gonna take the responsibility? |
Deployment | Don't care where it is. Just lead the way. |
Stage Entry | Right. Did I change the batteries for my arm? |
Viewed in Battle | What, something needs maintenance? |
Commencing Attack | Is it time to rev up? |
Enemy Stagger | Doable. |
Staggered | Ow... Easy, buddy. |
Enemy Killed | Sharpening the sawblade yesterday paid off. |
Death | Should've... given my arm... a self-destruct upgrade... |
Check Passed | Well, I'm not one to get smug over this kind of stuff. Hmmm... Hmhmm~ |
Check Failed | Oh boy, why's my arm so stiff today... Ahem... Kehm, hmm... |
Victory Cry | Better do my part. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | What's that? You gonna pay me a bonus? I'm not about to turn it down. |
Defeat Wail | Ah, shoot... My arm keeps refusing to work with the grease... It was a little squeaky. |
Sawblade Fired Up
Inflict +1 Rupture to targets with <<((Vibration))Tremor>>
Sawblade Maintenance
SHAMROCK x 4
1 ally with the slowest Speed inflicts +1 Rupture to targets with <<((Vibration))Tremor>>
Rev Up
Rev Up
Rev Up
Rev Up
Grease Chains
Grease Chains
Grease Chains
Grease Chains
Let's Grind 'Em
Let's Grind 'Em
Khagh!
Sounds of a chainsaw rumbling and roaring.
Ugh...
Sounds of a person's limbs being cut, hurried footsteps making an escape, and another pair of feet following them.
This is how the child's outdoor work always looks. He takes care of wet jobs for his office, and goes on to handle the next one.
Bah... Why is this thing so sluggish now?
H—Help-
Oh, there we go.
...Doesn't look like a scene too pleasing to keep watching, right?
Here, mister~ A coffee for you.
Well, I'll be... Thanks a bunch!
Once he returns to the office after a hard day at work, the child always does the same thing in the same spot.
Holding a cup of cheap instant coffee in one hand, he smokes cigarettes until his fatigue yields and goes away.
No creamer, huh? You really care...
I've been making coffee for you for months now, how can I forget what you don't want?
Chatting up, the employee who brought the coffee to the child lit their own cigarette.
Done with today's work?
No... Leeet's see.
I got two jobs done at once earlier today, so... There'll be some rest for me if I handle one early in the morning and one at daybreak.
Oh my... Are you sure you don't need to take it easy?
Eh... I gotta work hard to earn a lot. There's a fella who works overtime everyday, too, no?
At least he mostly does paperwork...
'Fwhuu', the child exhales cigarette smoke, making a bitter smile.
As the employee said, the child was aware that fatigue was wearing his body down with each passing day. He's human, after all.
But, the child has a dream.
If I'm gonna make a machine that Tres will approve... it'll cost a fortune.
You're still at it, mister?
'Course I am, bud~ Can't stay in this vicious workshop 'til I die, now can I.
Gotta make my own workshop product and stand on my own. Isn't that right?
The child shook his arm with the coffee a little.
Sometimes, it's a chainsaw. Sometimes a dagger, and other times, a flamethrower. That arm was 'his own machine' the child has been preparing.
Though the child has been working himself to the bones as he didn't have the funds to apply for an approval or mass-produce the arm, he felt he was still fortunate.
If even the gear he's been tinkering with all by himself required an approval, he'd have had to forfeit his dream.
...Alright. Stay safe out there. You know you're the one that keeps our office running, right, mister?
The child would only snuff out his cigarette with a snicker.
He had no need to answer. Whether it was true or not, it didn't change the fact that it was time for him to get busy.