R.B. Sous-chef - Gregor
Got some good meat for me…?
| HP | 76,0 + (2,7*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | Got some good meat for me…? |
| Morning Greeting | Shop’s not open in the morn. …It’s when I bag ingredients. |
| Afternoon Greeting | Ryōshū’s in the back of the shop. …Y’don’t wanna poke your head in there. Might be you that’s minced on the board, you dig? |
| Evening Greeting | …Don’t loiter in the front at this hour. Almost thought you to be a potential ingredient… |
| Chatter #1 | Fresh ones are hard to find… |
| Chatter #2 | Really now, you haven’t tried our pies…? Customers can’t get enough of ‘em… Haha. |
| Chatter #3 | I should keep the cigs outta my mouth when I’m cooking…? There’s no spice like it to add a zing, so what’re you on about…? |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Pasty hand pies… I sure miss ‘em. Just doesn’t taste the same if it’s not made from our usual suppliers’ produce… |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Gotta know when to compromise, too… Girl’s too stubborn about her “art of delicacy”, always blaming the ingredients. |
| Idle | Mmgh… Mechanical arm’s sore again… What happened to my old arm, you ask? Well, whaddya think? Just where could a fresh and juicy limb go around these parts? |
| Uptying | Me…? Ha, guess you do know who the real chef is here, huh…? |
| Deployment | Off to search for a new provider, are we? |
| Stage Entry | Hope there’s fresh finds. |
| Viewed in Battle | Yeesh, ya startled me! I almost swung at you. |
| Commencing Attack | Time to slice ‘n dice! |
| Enemy Stagger | A cut goes here~ A chop goes there~ |
| Staggered | Uh… |
| Enemy Killed | Whew! All diced up~ |
| Death | Ah… Shoot… |
| Check Passed | This one, right? |
| Check Failed | Mmh… Was that part spoiled? |
| Victory Cry | Not a bad haul by any means. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Phew… Was that a bit too much? This’ll take a while to lug back… |
| Defeat Wail | Ugh… Bet it was bad meat anyway. |
Packed Pies
Heal 8 HP at the start of the combat phase.
Culinary Aid
SCARLET x 5
At the start of the combat phase, the ally with the least HP heals 5 HP.
Boost the healing of R.B. Chef de Cuisine Ryōshū’s Passive ‘Rustle Up’ by 5.
Keep It Fresh
3 - 7
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+2
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze
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+2
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
Keep It Fresh
3 - 7
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze; if target has <<((Laceration))Bleed>>, inflict 1 Paralyze next turn
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
Keep It Fresh
3 - 7
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze; if target has <<((Laceration))Bleed>>, inflict 1 Paralyze next turn
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
Keep It Fresh
3 - 7
If target has 4+ <<((Binding))Bind>>, deal +30% damage
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze; if target has <<((Laceration))Bleed>>, inflict 1 Paralyze next turn
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
You Fresh Enough?
5 - 13
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+8
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[On Hit] Inflict +1 Bleed Count; Inflict 1 Bind next turn
You Fresh Enough?
5 - 13
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+8
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[On Hit] Inflict +2 Bleed Count; Inflict 2 Bind next turn
You Fresh Enough?
5 - 13
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+8
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[On Hit] Inflict +2 Bleed Count; Inflict 2 Bind next turn
You Fresh Enough?
5 - 13
If user's Speed is faster than target's by 3+, Coin Power +3
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+8
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[On Hit] Inflict +2 Bleed Count; Inflict 2 Bind next turn
Butcher Viand
5 - 9
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+1
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
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+1
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze
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+1
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze
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+1
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[On Hit] Heal HP based on target’s <<((Laceration))Bleed>> (Max 20%)
Butcher Viand
5 - 9
If target has 10+ Bleed Count, Coin Power +1
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+1
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
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+1
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze
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+1
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze
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+1
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[On Hit] Heal HP based on target’s <<((Laceration))Bleed>> (Max 20%)
Haah, huff… Gotcha! Slippery bastard! Let’s see those pockets!
The child was backed into a dead end. And, someone was hot on his heels from the other side of the alley.
His pursuer held a long sword with two hands and took deep, slow breaths, looking to tear the child in two at any moment.
There’s… nowhere to run. Hah, so stop wasting my energy ‘n…
While the man giving chase was busy talking…
Hol’ up! Where’d you…
The child rumbled and tumbled, making a loud exit into a gap on the right.
His pursuer—seemingly a member of some Backstreets Syndicate—mumbles harsh words, slowly moving toward the end of the alley where the child vanished.
An iron door covered in red rust. This must be where the child hid.
Hell’s bells… Thought you were clever, hiding off in a tight space where long weapons’re no good, eh?
Chuckling to himself, the pursuer slid the longer sword into his waistband and took out a shorter blade.
Dumbass, there’s good reason I carry two swords all the time… Keheh.
The iron door is entered with a wicked cackle.
Alas, it was completely unbeknownst that it was a trap.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
I got… you.
Wha?!
The child was nowhere to be found in immediate sight, but he now suddenly looms behind.
It was unbelievable to the thug.
B—But, how…?
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Don’t care if your sword is long or short… No ingredient that’s crawled into my “workroom” has ever made it out alive.
I-Ingredient…?
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Yep. You, pal… have been tricked. Call it direct delivery.
That’s when the shady pursuer finally realized.
He had chased the child… into a warehouse in the streets of flavor.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
So why’d you start a fight with a random passerby like that… I was just casually strolling, and now you got me curious of your meat quality.
D—Does that mean this is… Ryōshū’s…
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Hoo… That’s right. Welcome to R.B. Can’t say I’m fond of our shop’s name.
The pursuer—or perhaps a robber—fearfully murmured, now reduced to miserable prey.
Even new blood still unfamiliar with the neighborhood will have heard of them: the many restaurants dotted about District 23’s Backstreets that make pies out of human meat.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Hsssh… I get that our establishment’s named after her since she’s the one who set things up, I really do…
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
But I really just don’t understand why it has to be called “R.B” and not “Ryōshū’s Bistro”.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
I know I joined late, so I can tolerate smacks on the head and the insults she hucks at me while teaching me to cook, but… Haah, just can’t make heads or tails of how she names things.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Hey, don’t you think so too? My work’s vital in every step—from procuring ingredients to cutting, trimming, and preparing the meat. So why can’t I tell her to give our establishment a better name?
Light taps with the back of an old cleaver.
The child pours out his complaints, poking his nervous prey on the shoulder.
C-Certainly! Your opinions deserve to be respected, sir!
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Psh, don’t be like that. Quite a sharp turn from calling me bastard… That sudden “sir” gives me the jeebies.
M-My apologies!
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
…No need to be sorry. Not gonna make me let you go, y’know.
S-Sir! If you’re that sure about your abilities, then you should kill whoever’s put her name forward and rightfully take her spot! I—I can help…
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Hoh… Not a bad idea, is it now?
So we agree? Then please let me go… and I’ll do anything to…!
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Ah geez, you’re awfully noisy.
The conversation ended there, and the room was filled with sounds of chopping and slicing.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Shucks… I appreciate the nice words, pal. But flattery ain’t gonna bake pasty hand pies as good as Chef Ryōshū’s.
The child mutters, his hands busy with the sloppy lumps.
There was no one to hear him now, though.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
Sure, she gets on my nerves and threatens to fire me all the time… But, she’s not a bad cook to learn from… I gotta behave for now. Just for now.
그레고르 : District 23 Backstreets
So don’t be too sullen, pal. I might’ve hesitated if you were a distinguished chef. Heh.
If the child is biding his time, what does he plan to do down the line? It’s a curious thing to think about…
Yet, this doesn’t seem like the right time to be idly wondering about such things. Right?