| Appointed as Assistant
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You want me to take care of your secretarial work? I can, but please do keep the workload under control. I used to write reports often enough, but most don't find the contents of my reports very pleasant to read.
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| Talk 1
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You can stop looking at my shoulder. It's not an Oripathy lesion. It's just a tattoo that resembles one. Why? To fool anyone who thinks they've found a weakness. Rare is the man stubborn enough to keep going after the first wrong guess.
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| Talk 2
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That's right. I became an Infected while I was testing this railgun. Why am I still using it? First, it's safe now that it's been fine-tuned. Second, while I don't want to admit it, this is the weapon that suits me the most. I don't want to or dare to abandon it.
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| Talk 3
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The medicine in my earrings? This isn't a medicine. it's a perfume I mixed myself. A highly concentrated perfume can induce... emotions that run opposite to hostility. It comes in handy in dangerous situations. As for the lower concentration I have here... It can, er, alleviate carsickness. I tend to get pretty carsick.
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| Talk after Promotion 1
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Rather than a weapons tester, it would perhaps be more apt to say I was a mercenary at my previous job. As soon as the higher-ups gave the order, I would take to the battlefield with newly-issued equipment. It was nothing like the battles I've fought since coming to Rhodes Island. No one knew or cared why I fought.
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| Talk after Promotion 2
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I was infected not because of an accident, but because of a transaction. For my infection, the client got their data, and the fixer got a significant payment. Plus, they got to keep me on a leash with their insurance... If it wasn't for them treating me like a tuskbeast, why would I have run?
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| Talk after Trust Increase 1
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The first time I struck a dummy, I thought back to my parents, that bandit, and how powerless I was despite the gun in my hand... Even after I ran out of ammo, I was still mechanically pulling the trigger over and over, until the coach took away the launcher. That's right. It wasn't a gun. It was a launcher.
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| Talk after Trust Increase 2
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I once thought about opening a sundries shop like my parents did. I even had an agreement with a landlord, at one point. Then, I had nightmares that entire night... Now? Much better. I'm even trying to help Instructor Dur-nar–Oh, please don't tell anyone about this.
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| Talk after Trust Increase 3
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My father used to tell me stories of how the great Blacksteel founder upgraded his firearms, but it wasn't until recently that I realized true greatness is not to popularize a type of weapon. Instead, it's to make weapons useless forever. Right, it's very ironic. That's what I dream of achieving, and it's only ever going to be a dream.
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| Idle
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Rest easy. I'll keep the office locked down.
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| Onboard
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Nice to meet you, Doctor. As a field operator, I will be in your service from here on. I hope my firepower won't let you down.
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| Watching Battle Record
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That is excellent CQC, but perhaps a little too risky...
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| Promotion 1
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The only way my former employer expressed approval was by raising wages–Don't get the wrong idea. For every wage increase, they make you do ten times the work. That's not how Rhodes Island operates, right?
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| Promotion 2
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Thank you for your trust, Doctor. I used to think of Rhodes Island as a stopover so beautiful that it's almost unreal, but it now seems I will have to extend my stay here for a while longer.
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| Added to Squad
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I'll provide fire support.
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| Appointed as Squad Leader
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You're making me the leader? Looks like this will be a tough battle.
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| Depart
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Double check your weapons, everyone, we don't want anything going wrong on the battlefield.
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| Begin Operation
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Maintain a safe distance. Avoid direct confrontation if possible.
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| Selecting Operator 1
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I'm here.
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| Selecting Operator 2
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Your orders?
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| Deployment 1
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Adjusting firing trajectory... Complete.
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| Deployment 2
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The weapon's in good condition. We can begin collecting data.
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| In Battle 1
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Shh. Do you hear that? The sound of the reaper approaching?
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| In Battle 2
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Laying suppressive fire.
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| In Battle 3
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Maximum output reached.
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| In Battle 4
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Don't huddle up here, it'll get in the way of my determining the blast radius.
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| 4-star Result
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I... I'm a little scared. If I were on the other side facing you and your command, how much of the firepower I'm so proud of would I be able to unleash?
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| 3-star Result
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A perfect performance, to the point that I want to write an evaluation report.
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| Sub 3-star Result
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A few of them got away. It seems we need some further adjustment.
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| Operation Failure
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Cover the retreat? No problem. It's important to evaluate performance during retreats, too.
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| Assigned to Facility
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Considering the weapon's size, this place might be a little cramped.
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| Tap
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Doctor, don't touch. You could get hurt.
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| Trust Tap
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Would you like to head to Engineering together?
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| Greeting
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Good morning. A dreamless night of sleep alleviates exhaustion the best, don't you think?
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| Title
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Arknights.
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