Lobotomy E.G.O::Magic Bullet - Outis
Don't step into my line of fire. Unless you'd like to be made a target of the Devil's Bullet, that is.
| HP | 66,0 + (2,28*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
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| Identity Acquisition | Don't step into my line of fire. Unless you'd like to be made a target of the Devil's Bullet, that is. |
| Morning Greeting | Don't get too used to the tranquility of this morning. A stray bullet will soon shatter through the windows of a containment unit. |
| Afternoon Greeting | It seems that other departments wear their cuts and bruises like medals. A most meaningless posturing. In our department... survival alone is more than enough of a recognition. |
| Evening Greeting | We must be at full alert if the light goes out. That thing... must be watching us through its sights. Even in the dark. |
| Chatter #1 | Had I not found my home here, perhaps I would have become a soldier of a different Wing. When all personnel began fleeing in terror, I held my firearm fast, its muzzle glowing red-hot, and sought my target in the dull gloom of the chemical smoke. |
| Chatter #2 | As Captain of the Training Team, I have but one advice. You must NOT place your faith in human rationality here. Not even mine. |
| Chatter #3 | Some of my team look up to me as a hero. Some fear me, thinking me a cold-blooded killer. Ridiculous, isn't it? All I have ever done was to follow the manager's orders to the letter. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | I used to hesitate about... the 'definition' of what I killed. Because if I were to define my targets in certain ways... the thought of the bullet puncturing their hearts and breaking their skulls caused my aim to waver... So I went to Ms. Hod for her counsel. There, I came to an understanding that they're all just... targets. Nothing more, nothing less. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Yes, I am aware. That at the bottom of this magazine awaits a bullet with my name on it. It will strike me down with a painless precision. ... As I have done so to all that I have set my sights on. |
| Idle | One must wonder if this bullet is taxed as well. Are they an exception, as they were generated by an Abnormality? Or is the Lobotomy Corporation taxed for them regardless? |
| Uptying | I remember the day when it offered me the contract. |
| Deployment | I am always ready. |
| Stage Entry | Time to let the shells hit the floor. |
| Viewed in Battle | I have them in my sights. State your business, quickly. |
| Commencing Attack | For the perfect shot. |
| Enemy Stagger | Bullseye. |
| Staggered | Ach... |
| Enemy Killed | Worry not. There won't be any pain. |
| Death | ... The contract won't end here... |
| Check Passed | Indeed. These bullets are infallible. |
| Check Failed | Though you may see a missed shot, I see an inevitability. For that is the nature of the contract. |
| Victory Cry | The bullets will continue to regenerate, and I will continue to pull the trigger. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Should the Manager order me to fire... the bullet will penetrate the target. Wherever it is, whichever it is, or whoever it is. Even... the loved ones. |
| Defeat Wail | Perhaps a certain hesitation remained still in my sights. |
The Marksman's Smoking Pipe
If the main target's Defense Level is currently lowered by 4 or more, gain (<<((Combustion))Burn>> on main target/2) <<((Breath))Poise>> Before Attack (Max 20 per turn)
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Ignition
2 - 10
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+4
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> next turn
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Ignition
2 - 10
Coin Power +1 for every 3 <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 2)
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+4
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> next turn
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Ignition
2 - 10
Coin Power +1 for every 3 <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 2)
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+4
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> next turn
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Ignition
2 - 10
Coin Power +1 for every 3 <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 3)
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> next turn
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Detonate Magic Bullet
4 - 14
If target has 6+ <<((Combustion))Burn>>, Coin Power +1
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+5
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[On Hit] At less than 4 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>; then, inflict <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> next turn
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+5
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[Heads Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Detonate Magic Bullet
4 - 14
Coin Power +1 for every 6 <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 2)
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+5
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[On Hit] At less than 4 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>; then, inflict <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> next turn
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+5
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Detonate Magic Bullet
4 - 16
Coin Power +1 for every 6 <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 2)
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+6
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[On Hit] At less than 4 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>; then, inflict <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> next turn
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Detonate Magic Bullet
4 - 16
Coin Power +1 for every 6 <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 3)
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+6
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[On Hit] At less than 4 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>; then, inflict <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> next turn
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+6
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((Combustion))Burn>> equal to <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> on target
Magic Bullet Fire
15 - 19
Deal +0.5% damage for every <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 15%)
[Before Attack] Gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>
- Lose ((<<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> -1)x5) SP
- Atk Weight becomes equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> value
- At 10 or less SP, 50% chance to attack indiscriminately
[After Attack] If at 7 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, reset to 0 (Counts as spending the last Ammo)
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> next turn
Magic Bullet Fire
15 - 19
Deal +1% damage for every <<((Combustion))Burn>> on target (Max 30%)
[Before Attack] Gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>
- Lose ((<<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> -1)x5) SP
- Atk Weight becomes equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> value
- At 10 or less SP, 50% chance to attack indiscriminately
[After Attack] If at 7 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, reset to 0 (Counts as spending the last Ammo)
[Before Attack] Gain 1 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>
- Lose ((<<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> -1)x5) SP
- Atk Weight becomes equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> value
- At 10 or less SP, 50% chance to attack indiscriminately
[After Attack] If at 7 <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>>, reset to 0 (Counts as spending the last Ammo)
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict <<((DarkFlame))Dark Flame>> equal to <<((FreischutzShotCount))Magic Bullet>> next turn
'An ordeal is coming.'
The child scoffed lightly despite the Marksman's serious declaration.
Ordeals were merely an expected part of life in this place. Such an ominous warning was nothing but pointless dramatization.
Seemingly recognizing the child's nonchalant response, the entity continued.
'No. This will be an ordeal far beyond your capabilities.'
Words were unnecessary. The child could see exactly what the entity was talking about as though she was living through it.
'It all begins in this hallway. It devours the fears and horrors that flee. It scours for the veiled guilt hiding in the deep corners of this place. And it continues to search for more sacrifices to be embraced.'
'When you are left all by your lonesome, after the trumpets of the apocalypse roar... you have no choice but to put that miserable bullet in your own temple.'
The child remained wordless, puffs of smoke from the pipe her only response. It hurt her throat and eyes... but she enjoyed watching the plume fade inches away from the abyss.
There once was a time when she never even thought of bringing a thing like the smoking pipe anywhere near her mouth.
'Unless you are to enter into a contract with me, that is...'
The following events played out before the child's eyes.
The bullet pierces through everyone, everything that dares to stand in her way. Their skulls shatter to a thousand pieces.
That single, indiscriminate bullet.
And in that scene of destructive pandemonium... the child feels...
... the same feeling she felt when she took the first drag of the smoking pipe.
She also came to a certain understanding.
That what the entity offered her was not the bullet that never misses. It offered her a bullet that will never stop until it strikes the one its user loves the most.
Yet, the child...
'Fine. I accept your contract.'
'You already have.'
'You did the moment you saw what played out before your eyes.'
As the Marksman finished his sentence, the child suddenly realized that she was ready to fire the bullet at any moment.
'Oh, how I look forward to that very day.'
'To see what choice you'd make after putting that bullet into the skull of the one you love most.'
'You must know that I may very well be your future.'
She still availed the entity nothing but a brief scoff.
'Hmph, is that what you think?'
'…!'
Thus the final destination of the bullet was revealed.
The child had nothing left but her singular goal.
That she would survive these ordeals and return home, no matter what.
She would give anything if she could return. Even the cruelest of clauses would be mercy and a blessing.
The bullet will pierce everyone, everything that stands in her way. In the end, it will return with her to her home.
It will fly past all those that the child loved, even those that she loved when she could not...
... and eventually...
'I see... If it means the trajectory of this contract will be altered, you are willing to deceive anyone.'
'Precisely. Even myself, if I must.'
... fly toward her own skull.
And in her final moment... the child will go out wearing that same, confident grin.
Has she deceived even herself for her singular goal? ... Or is that merely an expression of her true feelings, appearing moments before the end?
Alas, the answers will never be known. But that is how this contract will end.
Because the child will gladly meet the altered trajectory of her own making.