Say, Manager Bud, you like fireworks?
HP | 63,0 + (2,17*lvl) |
DEF |
Trigger | Dialogue |
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Identity Acquisition | Say, Manager Bud, you like fireworks? |
Morning Greeting | Sun’s bright today. Oughta be more than enough light. |
Afternoon Greeting | No wonder everyone was in a rush, it’s lunchtime. |
Evening Greeting | Good grief, why do they have to keep everyone so late? Don’t I deserve some downtime to smoke, at least? |
Chatter #1 | What’s up? If you’re bored, feel free to hang with me for a bit. |
Chatter #2 | Check this out, Manager Bud. Thanks to this here, I don’t need to carry a lighter around. Tried giving Ryōshū a light the other day, but she got all snappy, calling it “inartistic” or whatever. |
Chatter #3 | ‘Bout Meursault? He’s, eh… kinda like a brick wall, but others say we make a good team. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | “Isn’t this prosthetic arm uncomfortable?” Nah, not at all. You have no idea how much the lack of feeling helps me in fights. As long as it knows no pain, my arm’s invincible. That’s all I care. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | I hate the frontline. If I can, I wanna stay at the back and chill, just flinging some flames every so often. |
Idle | Where’d you go, Manager Bud? Welp, guess I’ll take a smoke break… |
Uptying | C’mon, I don’t need all this. You’re pressuring me into working harder. |
Deployment | Sure, let’s burn some stuff. |
Stage Entry | Not sure my body will work with me… but orders are orders. |
Viewed in Battle | What is it, Manager Bud? |
Commencing Attack | Let’s get right into it. |
Staggered | Ugh! |
Enemy Stagger | Pretty flammable, aren’t ya? |
Enemy Killed | Next. |
Ally Death | Told you to watch it… |
Check Passed | A better choice than I expected. |
Check Failed | Fire can leave dire consequences if you aren’t careful with it… |
Victory Cry | Well… That punch I threw at the end was pretty cool, wasn’t it? |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Man, I strained myself. That’s a week’s worth of excuses I could use. |
Defeat Wail | Ignition’s not working well today… |
Ignition
The 3rd and subsequent Coins of a skill inflict 1 Burn on hit.
Rushing Heart
AMBER x 5
1 ally with the slowest Speed deals +30% damage with their 4th and subsequent Coins.
Single-point Stab
Single-point Stab
Single-point Stab
Single-point Stab
Rush Down
Rush Down
Rush Down
Rush Down
Perfected Palm Strike
Perfected Palm Strike
Unfair? Why don’t ya go ahead and tell me what’s so unfair about this, pal? Got me all curious now.
The child tossed the fellow he grabbed by the collar aside, then sat in front of the one who spoke to him, bringing their gazes together.
Hrngh… I mean, isn’t it damn weird that you can shoot fire from your fists?
Any ol’ run-of-the-mill Fixer gets themselves a weapon from some workshop, and you think this is what’s weird?
‘Sides, I didn’t use any of that fire magic when I knocked you flat, so what gives?
Magic, my ass…
Look, pal… You’re just too weak, simple as. D’you really think it’s a good idea to pick fights with random guys passing by, eh?
That’s it! That’s the damn problem!
In adjusting his glasses, the child raised a questioning eyebrow.
How does it make sense for a scraggly prune like you to beat up eight healthy young people?
Prune, huh…
The child’s brows furrowed a little, but only for a passing moment.
This wouldn’t be the first time he’d heard such a remark, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last.
Listen, youngster… You’ve got much nicer words around—experienced, maybe veteran—you hear me?
And—And you’re short as hell, too!
Short…
Plus you look like a total mess!
Whoa, now… That’s not true at all…
Yes it is, no cap! Your beard’s on that five-month shadow, and your hair’s a damn bird’s nest! You—
Thwack.
A flame flickered from the fist that struck the child who was now lying on the floor, charring that grounded hair.
The one who threw the punch took a creased cigarette to his mouth and lit its tip with his burning fist.
Well… Saved myself the trouble of grabbing a lighter.