Welcome. I'll show you what it means to really 'dress up'... You may look forward to it.
HP | 73,0 + (2,23*lvl) |
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Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Welcome. I'll show you what it means to really 'dress up'... You may look forward to it. |
Morning Greeting | Don't laze around just because the Parade doesn't start until nightfall. You there, your seams are tearing. Stand still and I'll fix you right up—and you're skipping breakfast today. |
Afternoon Greeting | Hemobars... I'd rather starve than chew on that piece of cardboard. Ah! Why don't you help me test the shooting range? No one's managed to best my score just yet. |
Evening Greeting | Mm... very well. Positively dashing. Feasting my eyes on the costumes and the masks of my creation walking the night streets does wonders for alleviating my fatigue. ... Hold on, that fool's worn his outfit inside-out again... |
Chatter #1 | I'm not THE Barber for nothing. Though I am but a Third Kindred, my skill with the art of cutting is second to none in our Familia... ... This is not a challenge against the Father, so I would prefer if you didn't misconstrue my claims. |
Chatter #2 | I need sturdy, durable string to sew these onto the skin... hm, no. I suppose leather straps would work better for that purpose. Haah... I suppose I can't use just any leather. I'll go find it myself. |
Chatter #3 | Wait... which one of you was responsible for the attraction maintenance yesterday?! You saw me hit the target, yes? Did you see it go down? No! Don't tell me you're slacking because Father isn't here to watch your every move! |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Snip, snip. Every thread of fabric hanging like hangnails must be snipped off. Same goes for guests who do not mesh so well with the Carnival, those lesser than even my scraps of leftover fabric. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Ha! Hahahaha! The sheer audacity makes me laugh! How dare you saunter in here with clothes so unbecoming of my attraction?! I'll kill— No. Sit still, and I'll cut you up and teach you what it means to dress for the occasion! |
Idle | This is my home. I was on my journey home, when— no. This is where my Family is. This is where my Father and Children are. |
Uptying | How are the preparations for the Parade going? Costumes? Stage prop? Haah... you lazy bums. I will take over the final review of the preparations! |
Deployment | You called? |
Stage Entry | Carnival time. |
Viewed in Battle | Hm? Did the strap for your mask fall off? |
Commencing Attack | I'll snip off the carbage! |
Enemy Stagger | Huh. Did the seams burst? |
Staggered | Tsk... |
Enemy Killed | Not even worth a patchwork. Fall apart where you stand. |
Death | A-at least let me keep the mask on...! ... Then... kill me... |
Check Passed | Heh. I knew I'd be coming first. |
Check Failed | ... Why won't this ride start? |
Victory Cry | The Parade itself went off without a hitch... but I saw some of you wearing outfits not up to my uniform regulations. Haven't I told you that I will not tolerate anyone wearing the clothes of my own making in such slovenly manners? |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | That was a Parade worthy of the Carnival... Heh. The Lady of the Parade wears a particularly dazzling dress... I needn't tell you whose design it is, must I? |
Defeat Wail | Are! You! Seeing! This! Mess! I'm almost ashamed to return home in this state... Oh... But... to what home will I return? Is it even there, still? |
WRONG COSTUME!!!
On Hit, deal +1% damage for every 10 <<((BloodDinner_Accumulation))Bloodfeast Consumed>> by self (max 20%)
Don Quixote Hardblood Arts 8: Scissors
SCARLET x 5
1 ally with the fastest Speed: if the enemy is killed After Attack, heal 10 HP (2 times per turn)
1 ally with the fastest Speed: if the enemy is killed After Attack, inflict +1 <<((Laceration))Bleed>> Count when inflicting <<((Laceration))Bleed>> Potency with Skill or Coin effects for the next turn (3 times per turn)
Sewing
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Scission
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I'll Make You a New Dress!
I'll Make You a New Dress!
The child is already so busy, so early in the morning.
Browsing through several layers of fabric, cutting them into shapes, and sewing them in various elaborate patterns with a needle as thick as her fingers.
And after the busyness passes, she stands in one spot and stares intently at something.
Hm... This seems slightly off-balance.
The child quickly sewed together a whole party dress and placed it on a mannequin.
It looked downright dazzling from a glance, but... perhaps there was something that the child found unsatisfying.
On a block again?
A high-pitched click-clack of heels cuts into the quiet, heavy atmosphere of the tailor's room...
... and a large shadow comes up to the child before coming to a stop.
Must you keep that parasol unfurled indoors as well? It blurs the colors on my artwork.
Didn't ya know? Sunlight is not the only enemy of maintaining smooth skin. Your harsh lighting doesn't help.
The other child was garbed in a garish purple dress and carried a large parasol with her. She replies, but doesn't look terribly interested.
She did not raise her head even once from her nails to look at the child, clearly uninterested in anything else that wasn't her.
... Hmph. I won't deny that.
So, what brings you to the tailor's room? Isn't the Parade beginning soon?
Well, that's exactly why I'm here.
Okay, which still does not answer my question.
You're gonna start moping and getting mad if I tell ya that I've been having some... problems with the dress you made.
Problems?!
Haah.
The child, with her nails painted purple as well, let out a small sigh. She could already see how the rest of this conversation was going to go.
... But she could hardly bring herself to attend the Parade in an imperfect costume, so unfit for the occasion.
So, unfortunately, she was left without a choice. She had to visit the tailor's room.
That is simply impossible! I measure and review every single thread that passes through my hands; not to mention that your costume was the one I put my utmost—
It's gotten loose down here.
I lost weight. Not your fault, okay?
Wha—
The child hurriedly approached her with a tape measure.
It's... true? Have you been skipping your meals...?
If by 'meals' you're referring to hemobars that taste like bricks... then no. 'Course not.
... Well, on the brighter side, this may be a chance to give a stylistic lift to that dress.
But I worry that your beautiful face may grow sunken.
Then I'll leave that up for you to deal with. It's your job to make me look cute, after all.
How about a beautiful mask for me?
... I suppose I can do that.
I agree that it is getting increasingly difficult to subsist on hemobars, given our recent... meal.
The child thinks back to the 'banquet', muttering to herself.
The child and her Family... hadn't had a real meal like that in a long, long time.
They had to convince a human, a guest here at La Manchaland...
Long did I assume that we were cursed to look hideous without masks... It seems that I was wrong.
The sheer flavor was one thing, but... I could hardly believe how we managed to go so long without a proper meal.
Mm... it certainly was a pleasant banquet.
I see that your tailor's scissors have grown as well, thanks to the blood.
Heh, that's why these scissors work so well now.
For a moment, the pair seemed to be reminiscing a certain shared memory together...
... before gritting their teeth.
I don't suppose... Father will be returning anytime soon.
From that adventure... for the helm.
Well, his powers are unparalleled and ineffable. Let's try not to make any hasty guesses.
Still, I guess the whole point in his eyes was that he wanted to go on an adventure like humans do, without his powers as a Bloodfiend, I suppose...
... At least for now, yes.
Yeah. And once he returns... you know what to do, right?
…….
Heavy silence fell upon them, but they both read in the eyes of one another a certain agreement.
A certain agreement to enact a plan... a plan so terrifying, that they couldn't even bring themselves to speak of it.