The One Who Grips - Faust
Will you join me… in the great task to purify the abominable filth?
| HP | 66.0 + (2.28*lvl) |
| DEF |
| Trigger | Dialogue |
|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | Will you join me… in the great task to purify the abominable filth? |
| Morning Greeting | You came just in time for the sermons! Huhu, you deserve some praise. |
| Afternoon Greeting | Oh… Is it lunchtime outside? Keehee… Pardon, I couldn’t care less about such things. |
| Evening Greeting | It is the time of purification… the hour for us to remove filth from the soil of purity. |
| Chatter #1 | You must accept the pain! You have to transcend it… Only then may you be reborn. |
| Chatter #2 | Come, follow Faust… You will be gripped by my hands… Keehee. |
| Chatter #3 | What constitutes a human is flesh, blood… and bone. All else is filth. …I can give that mask of yours a pass. It’s essentially a piece of clothing. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Do you… not wash your hands when they are begrimed? Keekee… See now, to cleanse filth is a natural thing to do. |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | The company… doesn’t always have the right answer. At times… you need to forge your own path, you know? |
| Idle | You’ve been keeping Faust here with nothing to say…? Hah, forgiveness comes to you just this once. |
| Uptying | Higher… Still higher! Let me advance… toward a purer body… Huhu! |
| Deployment | With hammer in hand. |
| Stage Entry | This had better be worthy of Faust’s participation. |
| Viewed in Battle | Save your confession for later. |
| Commencing Attack | Purge! |
| Enemy Stagger | From dirt… |
| Staggered | …Goodness. |
| Enemy Killed | …to dirt! |
| Death | I’ve… yet to be whole… |
| Check Passed | Naturally! |
| Check Failed | How could…? |
| Victory Cry | Is the purification over…? Heeheh. |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Toward the purest world! |
| Defeat Wail | Defeat…? This is unbelievable. Where are my hammers? |
Whistles
At the start of the combat phase, heal 2 allies with the least SP for 15 SP. If the ally is an 'N Corp. Fanatic', also apply 1 Fanatic.
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Cackle
3 - 9
[Clash Win] Target loses 3 SP
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+3
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 Nails
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Bleed
Cackle
3 - 9
[Clash Win] Target loses 3 SP
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Nails
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 2 Bleed
Cackle
3 - 9
[Clash Win] Target loses 3 SP
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Nails
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 2 Bleed
Cackle
3 - 9
[Clash Win] Target loses 3 SP
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 1 Nails
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+3
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[On Hit] Inflict 2 Bleed
The Gripping
4 - 10
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+2
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 Nails
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+2
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[Heads Hit] Inflict Gaze next turn
The Gripping
4 - 10
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+2
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 Nails
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+2
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze next turn
[On Hit] Inflict Gaze next turn
The Gripping
4 - 16
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+4
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 Nails
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+4
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze next turn
[On Hit] Inflict Gaze next turn
The Gripping
4 - 16
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict 2 Nails
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+4
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[On Hit] Inflict 3 Nails
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+4
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 1 Paralyze next turn
[On Hit] Inflict Gaze next turn
Execution
6 - 12
On kill, heal all allies for 10 SP and apply 1 Pierce DMG Up and Blunt DMG Up
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 2 Nails
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+2
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 2 Nails
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+2
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+50% Damage to targets with 5+ Nails
Execution
6 - 12
On kill, heal all allies for 10 SP and apply 1 Pierce DMG Up and Blunt DMG Up
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+2
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[On Hit] Inflict 2 Nails
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+2
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[Heads Hit] Inflict 2 Nails
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+2
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+70% damage to targets with 5+ Nails
The child had remained seated in the same spot for three days now.
It is as if the screen has absorbed her attention completely, burying even the desire to eat or sleep beneath sensory stimulation.
The child seems as if she can’t feel a thing.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Yes… This is it… It keeps going…
The room’s air is still, only stirred on occasion by creepy cackles, murmured monologues, and the clicks and taps of the keyboard and mouse.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Mmmh! Just look at how many infidels are printing out prosthetics… How appalling! How disgusting!
A storage device was plugged into the child’s computer.
Its tiny, glowing letters read “Emil”. Following the name, that must be the “key” she got from Sinclair.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Sinclair… Oh, Sinclair…! My, how grateful I am for you… Truly!
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Kehe, the whole village is a den of heresy…! It must have been quite unpleasant to live in such a place, Sinclair!
The child’s mind is busied with thoughts.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Now how will I purify those impure things?
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
No, let’s think for a second.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Those heretics still keep the purest piece in their bodies, don’t they?
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
The brain.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Even those who have replaced their entire bodies with prosthetics still have a brain.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
The likes of the heart and lungs can all be augmented and swapped out, but the brain is the one pure irreplaceable thing in the City.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Ha!
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
That won’t do. Think of the poor thing, all surrounded by impurity. The irony churns my guts just thinking about it!
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
I’ll have to rip their heads apart—that way, the impure will stay impure.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Yes… Yes!
With her mind finally made up, the child rose from her seat and gripped a huge nail.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
Huhu… You are my hero, Sinclair.
With her other hand, she unfolded a map stained with blood and grease.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
It’s exactly as I saw through the glass window in that company’s lab!
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
That glimpse of the righteous fury you showed for such filth… A little prod got you to hand this treasure over to me.
She appeared as though she were possessed by something as she bit off the lid of a red pen.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
I shall purge the heresy encircling you… I shall wipe clean the disgust.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
You will see it in no time! The future where we judge heretics together… has been set in stone!
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
We will meet soon, Sinclair.
There was a burst of frivolous laughter and compulsive gestures.
The child cackled like a maniac…
All as she kept on drawing circles over where the ‘Town of Calw’ was indicated on the map.
파우스트 : The One Who Grips
We will purify the filth together, shoulder to shoulder…
The town on the map was now covered in red.
As if she hinted at what would become of the town.