| “ | Just happy I could help.[1] | ” |
Bio[]
Bouillabaisse seems like an otherworldly fairy, lacking in common sense but yearning to help others. Because of this, it's difficult for him to avoid doing bad things out of good intentions. The fishbones on his body can be used as weapons, but also to make wish talismans for customers. The sight of him plucking a bone from his body is a brutal one, but every time, he doesn't seem to mind one bit. What he likes doing most is soaking in a hot springs, but he doesn't tolerate heat well. Once he almost passed out in the hot springs and was saved by a devoted customer. He is good-tempered, to the point that he was almost sold at auction and didn't get mad. He even happily asserted how wonderful it would be if he fetched a good price.
Food Introduction[]
Bouillabaisse was originally a poor man's fish soup invented by the fishermen of the port of Marseille in France and made with each day's leftover, unsold fish and offcuts. Then vegetables, mayonnaise, and other seasonings are added, and it is cooked into a thick broth. Today, bouillabaisse is made with various seafoods, together with saffron and other expensive seasonings in a very meticulous preparation with a price tag to match.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Bright Blessing
- Thin and Crisp
- Pearlescent Splendor
- Years in the Wilderness
- Summer Fireflies
- Food Soul Star Plan IX
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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3324 |
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 Attack
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131 |
 Defense
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50 |
 HP
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666 |
 Crit Rate
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1613 |
 Crit Dmg
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1289 |
 Atk Spd
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1165 |
Skills[]
| Gold String Resonance | Basic Skill | |
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Bouillabaisse sticks the flower in his right hand to his chest, and a dazzling golden light emanates from the wound, dealing 20 (260) damage to self and boosting skill damage for all allies by 40%, lasting 3 seconds. Then Bouillabaisse leaps into the air and plucks his lyre at the enemy, dealing 40% (80%) ATK as damage plus 440 (5720) extra damage to all enemies.
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| Sea Ditty | Energy Skill | |
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Bouillabaisse plucks his lyre, and it glows with golden light. A school of fish and golden light in the shape of fishbones follow the musical notes toward the enemy, dealing 40% (80%) ATK as damage plus 215 (2795) extra damage to all enemies, while also restoring 130 (1690) HP to all allies and boosting their damage by 10% (23%), lasting 5 seconds. | |
| Super Sea Ditty | Link Skill | |
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Bouillabaisse plucks his lyre, and it glows with golden light. A school of fish and golden light in the shape of fishbones follow the musical notes toward the enemy, dealing 60% (120%) ATK as damage plus 255 (3315) extra damage to all enemies, while also restoring 160 (2080) HP to all allies and boosting their damage by 15% (28%), lasting 5 seconds. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | Attendant...? What... would you like to receive from me? | ||
| Log In | You're here. Uh... has it already been a long time? | ||
| Ice Arena | If I stay here, will I get dizzy and pass out like in the hot springs?[2] | ||
| Skills | Sorry. Please have eternal rest. | ||
| Ascend | It's... the sound of the sea... | ||
| Fatigue | Just like... being in the deep sea... | ||
| Recovering | Oh... swimming is like rest to me... I'll listen to you and get plenty of rest. Don't get angry. | ||
| Team Formation | If this is your wish... I will do all I can to fulfill it. | ||
| Knockout | So this is how... losing one's life feels... | ||
| Notice | This is today's food... Eh? ...You can't eat... plain coral and sea shells...? Then... how about I add a little seasoning? | ||
| Idle 1 | Focaccia's flame is very pretty... I can't duplicate that sort of natural scar...[3] | ||
| Idle 2 | Why are there no hot springs on the sea floor? It's so comfy, but the fishes of the deep have never experienced it once... A pity... | ||
| Idle 3 | I want to make everyone's wishes come true, but... A wish that comes true too easily may not be a good thing... | ||
| Interaction 1 | I don't know why my tail is fishbones either... Um... If you want, I'll pluck one out and give it to you. Okay? | ||
| Interaction 2 | Right... Actually, I can't talk to fish, but if you want, I can learn. It's just... where would I go to learn that? | ||
| Interaction 3 | Why do you want to feel my ears...? Is it an expression of affection? Oh... It tickles a bit, but... I don't hate it. | ||
| Pledge | You're like... a sea that I've never seen before... If possible, I want to stay here always... No matter how many creatures are in the sea, I... only need you. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | I've seen many precious stones buried in the deep sea, but your eyes are prettier than any of them. | ||
| Intimacy 2 | What is the meaning of this touch...? The lyre can express for me emotions that language cannot convey. But... how can I hear your heart's voice? | ||
| Intimacy 3 | I want to leave an eternally permanent mark on you... Just like the one on me... but... I don't want to hurt you... What to do...? | ||
| Victory | This is considered success? Right, I'll remember that. | ||
| Defeat | Sorry... I've disappointed you... | ||
| Feeding | A gift... made especially for me...? Thank you. I'm just glad I get to be of help to you. | ||
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I. Merman
Is this... a stove?
Sopping wet bangs stuck to my forehead, so painfully cold that I couldn't help sticking my face closer to the heat source.
So warm...
"You're awake? Don't worry. I wanted to get you treated. I'm not a bad guy..."
My heavy eyelids were difficult to keep open. Thankfully the stove kept getting hotter and the icy feeling finally retreated. I let out a satisfied sigh.
"Woah! Hey there, buddy! Don't yawn on my neck!"
The world whirled around, and my head was flung downward with an intense bouncing that cleared away any feeling of drowsiness.
Before me was a broad back, and above that, a crop of short, golden-brown hair flapping in the wind.
Very pretty.
"*Cough-cough*..."
Being carried over someone's shoulders while they walked at a fast clip was not the most comfortable position in the world, and I couldn't help but cough.
"What's with the coughing? Does it hurt somewhere?"
The world whirled again.
I was placed down on the beach and got a look at what he looked like.
Blonde hair, red eyes, and a red scar like a flickering flame meandering down his chest and abs under an unbuttoned shirt.
The air around him seemed unusually warm.
"No... I'm fine..."
"Are you... a merman?"
He hesitated slightly, then practically blurted it out, his eyes glowing like flames.
"Merman? ...Is that my name? It seems a little weird..."
"Name? No, it's just a type of person. I heard the local fishermen saying it."
He scratched his head.
"Although, your tail must be at least a couple hundred pounds... Just from that little bit, my arms are actually kinda sore."
I fell silent a few seconds, then lifted my head and stared at him in a daze.
"Who... are you?"
"Uh... I saw you faint on the beach, so I thought I'd save you... Do you remember anything from before you fainted?"
"No... I only remember swimming in the sea for a long time... Everything else is gone."
His brow crinkled slightly, and his gaze fell on my legs. At some point, they had become covered with tiny wounds.
"Then did you get these—while swimming?"
"That's fine. It doesn't hurt. The pain is on my tail."
I wiggled my lithe, long fishbone tail, and several drops of water flicked onto the flame pattern on his chest, instantly sizzling into steam.
So it was these flames giving off that heat just now...
I went closer with curiosity.
"What are you staring at me... for—Eh, hang on, don't poke at me!"
"Yes... the flame... it's hot..."
He looked me up and down with a strange look in his eye, then shook his head.
"What a strange guy—Maybe you got water on the brain from being in the sea too long..."
"Whatever. I'll take you back to Revelry first and get Pesto to take a look at you!"
"But... I can't seem to feel my legs."
"No problem. I'll carry you back!"
"H-hang on..."
Without another word, he threw me on his shoulder, although a little gentler this time, so it seemed much more comfortable than before.
"My name's Focaccia. Uh... I'm a waiter in Revelry's cafeteria. And that guy Pesto I just mentioned is..."
So warm...
My head grew groggy. Focaccia kept right on talking, but I it was all a blur to me.
Revelry...? What kind of place was that?
II. Curse
When I awoke next, I was laying in a soft, cozy down bed.
"You finally woke up!"
I was met with a close-up of Focaccia's face.
"Oh you... You fell asleep on the road, and nothing could wake you!"
"Sorry, I'm... so heavy."
Remembering how Focaccia had complained about my tail, I felt a bit guilty.
"Uh... it was nothing. A little thing like that is no sweat for me!"
Focaccia instantly hoisted up his arm and smugly displayed his muscles to me.
"Look, not even a little sore!"
Focaccia... is a good person.
And very warm. I very much like him being by my side.
As I thought this, I found myself reaching out my hand and placing it on the top of his head.
The feel of his golden brown hair was incredibly soft, leading me to press down harder.
"Wh-what're you doing—?!"
Focaccia froze up a few seconds, then stiffly pulled his head back.
My hand was still hanging in mid-air, and for some reason, the atmosphere felt a little awkward.
"Oh... This is a way of expressing gratitude."
"Expressing gratitude?! Well it looks like you're petting a puppy dog..."
Focaccia's expression didn't look too pleased as he smoothed out his tousled hair.
"It's what someone told me..."
—But, this someone... who was it?
I couldn't remember one bit.
"Uh... oh yeah, I found this on you just now. Take a look. Recognize it?"
Focaccia handed me an old shell, its sides shiny and polished, with what looked like faint ink marks on its top.
"I don't recognize it..."
"He's awake already?"
From outside the door came another nice-sounding male voice. It was an unfamiliar youth whose wispy outer garment made him look incredibly slender.
"Pesto, you're here! This is Pesto Pasta. He might be able to help you get your memory back!"
Ignoring Focaccia's joyous outburst, Pesto Pasta bent over and put his hands right in front of my eyes. Then, a bit of spirit power spurted from his fingertip.
"He seems to have been put under the power of some 'curse'."
"A curse? Am I sick...?"
I looked in confusion at Pesto Pasta.
"...It may be more serious than an illness. The more time passes, the faster your spirit power and life force will bleed out."
Pesto Pasta raised his head and looked calmly at me, then retracted his hands.
"However, for the time being, there's nothing we can do to remove it."
"What curse could be so powerful... that even Pesto Pasta is helpless?!"
Focaccia, who had been standing to the side with his arms crossed, now was looking on in wide-eyed shock.
Pesto Pasta did not answer Focaccia. He took out a small bottle of white liquid and put it in my palm.
"Drink it, and for now you won't have any problems."
Was this a curative medicine...?
"Thank you..."
"But—after a little time, what will we do? Is there any other way to remove the curse?"
Focaccia was still doggedly asking questions.
"Only the person who placed the curse can remove it. However... that person is most likely he himself."
Pesto Pasta still had the same impassive expression. Unlike Focaccia, it seemed like he never cared about anything.
Focaccia turned his head to me, his face writ large with disbelief.
"Merman... what did you go and slap yourself with a curse for!? Is this—some kind of self-masochistic thing?"
"I don't know... What does... masochistic mean?"
"Uh... does this curse turn people stupid?"
Focaccia held his forehead resignedly in his hand.
"Maybe if you remember the past, you'll know how to remove the curse."
Before they left, Pesto Pasta left me with this thought.
The past...
I closed my eyes and tried to recall.
A blurry black image flitted past in my mind, converging, distorting, coalescing, as if pitch black sea water was enveloping my entire body.
No—
I popped my eyes open. My body was soaked in icy cold sweat.
The sunshine outside the window was dazzling. A gentle breeze caressed me, and I let out a light sigh.
Good thing Revelry was a warm place.
III. Oblivion
This was my second month at Revelry.
The early summer afternoons had started growing long, and the intense sun's rays spilled onto the courtyard fountain, which sparkled with a colorful rainbow.
I sat placidly beside the fountain, feeling the cool droplets of water fleck upon my skin from time to time.
"Oh my, that's the merman that Focaccia brought back, isn't it?"
A resplendently dressed woman covered her smiling mouth as she looked at me. The hand beside her mouth was made of pretty red rubies.
"You recognize me? I haven't seen you in Revelry before..."
"Heh-heh, of course I recognize you... both a Food Soul and a merman. Truly a rarity."
"Would you like to go with me to Devil's Hole to have some fun...?"
"'Devil's Hole'?... But, no... Focaccia said for me to wait for him here. I can't leave."
I made an apologetic smile at her.
The woman's eyes curved in a smile, but there was an obvious hint of danger.
"Hah. Focaccia owes me a good deal of money lately, and on his cafeteria worker's salary, I'm afraid it will take a hundred years to pay it back..."
"When the time comes, Pesto Pasta is going to kick him out of Revelry for certain. Such a pity... Don't you want to help your good friend?"
"Focaccia... will be kicked out of Revelry...?"
I could almost see poor Focaccia roaming the streets like a vagabond.
"How... can I help him?"
"Heh-heh, what a good boy. Come with me..."
She took me to an opulent ballroom and had me crawl into a clear glass water tank.
"Don't worry—The ball will begin imminently."
"I'm sure you'll sell for a pretty penny."
Her smile was insidious and enigmatic as she covered the glass tank with a red velvet cloth.
The sudden darkness put me into a bit of a panic.
Strange. Such a familiar feeling...
The blurry darkness writhed before me again, contorting and clamoring more wildly. An icy feeling enveloped my body.
Unable to move. Unable to breathe too...
After I know not how long, I vaguely heard Focaccia's grumpy voice amidst a background of chaos.
Shreds of consciousness dragged me out of the inky black deep sea.
Light punctured the shadow, and Focaccia cast the red velvet cloth to the ground and pulled me out.
"Dummy!! You don't even know when you're being sold!?"
The flame on his chest was about to blow out the top of his head.
"Oh... Focaccia, you came to save me... How wonderful."
This warm feeling was truly so nice.
But why did he look so angry...?
Focaccia's mouth worked open and closed on his anxious face, but I couldn't hear what he was saying at all as I slid from exhaustion into the abyss of a dream.
The twisting black shadow assembled before me, and gloomy torches lit up. It was a crowd of grim-faced humans.
"Look at his outlandish appearance... It's clearly a deadly sea siren the legends speak of!"
"The tsunami was summoned by him. He's the one who cursed our village..."
"Lock this monster up!"
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The firelight was extinguished. I was already trapped inside a transparent glass tank.
Despair as icy as the sea gripped me, bone-piercingly cold... It was hard to breathe.
Focaccia... Where is... Dave...?
Dave...?
Who is he...?
"Forget all of this..."
A broken voice spoke up in my ear... It sounded... like my own voice.
"No... I need to remember... the past."
IV. Blessing
In the chaos of the deep sea, I struggled to swim forward, but an undercurrent seemed to be purposefully holding me back.
"Do not go any farther..."
The jagged voice morphed into dense bubbles that surrounded me tightly.
"No..."
I seemed to have forgotten something important... I had to remember...
The water bubbles dispersed and swirled into a blurry image.
A little port in the depths of memory. An old man in a straw hat sitting alone on a stone bench, casually puffing on a pipe.
There was a salty reek on the sea breeze, and the setting sun cast its final rays on the cobblestone street.
"Heh! You came back. Erevan is here too. What did you go do today?"
He looked at me with a relaxed smile, making his grey and white beard raise up too.
"Hee-hee, hello, Grandpa Dave! You'll never guess! Today the two of us were going to help Auntie Marnie unload fish, but Bouillabaisse went in completely the wrong direction..."
The short-statured Erevan shot me a teasing look.
"'Splash!' and all those fish were dumped into the sea. Me and Auntie Marnie didn't know what to do! And Bouillabaisse just laughed and looked at us from the boat."
"Yeah... At least I helped Auntie Marnie catch all the fish again."
"I even brought two back..."
"Heh-heh, alright. That takes care of dinner tonight."
Dave's calloused hand patted my head. He told me before that this was a way to express gratitude.
The setting sun stretched our shadows out long, then everything was churned into foam.
I wanted to reach out and grab those colorful images, but they slipped right through my fingers.
The illusory water current twisted into a vortex, and in the ripples, a familiar little fishing village was reduced to rubble.
The people stood around me, and under every torch was an indignant and malevolent face.
"Monster! Monster! Monster!"
Their curse-like growls swirled around me like an undercurrent, forcing me to hold my hands over my ears.
In the pitch black glass water tank, I couldn't move a muscle.
"Let him go now! He's not a monster. You all are crazy!"
Dave was quite angry. His straw hat sat cock-eyed on his head, and his grey and white beard trembled. He had a scar on his face too.
"He's the monster's owner! He's a monster too! Kill him first!"
Dave was hurt...
This memory flashed through my muddy brain, and a strange voice of anger could no longer be held back.
When I snapped back to the present, everything was quiet.
Dave was laying before me, his grey and white beard stained with blood.
He won't wake up again.
No, it can't be...
Wake up, Dave... Dave!
—This was the first time I'd used my own spirit power.
The piercing pain of yanking out fish bones brought tears to my eye, but even if my palm got stuck, I wasn't going to stop.
I need to bring... Dave back...
"Do not continue..."
The jagged voice that was trying to restrict me crossed my ears once again, and the fishing village, the people, and Dave once again melted into the water.
The water current was like a sharp blade, cutting my cheek, but I ignored it.
Dave wasn't waking back up.
All the people of the fishing village fell into a slumber because of my ability. They would wake up the next day at sunrise and then forget everything.
But Dave...
He would never again remember, nor ever again forget.
In the dark depths, I saw myself standing alone on the shore, clutching a familiar-looking shell in my hand.
"It's all my fault. If not for me, Dave would still... I want... to forget everything. I want... to just disappear..."
I muttered these words along with my other self and watched him leap into the inky black sea.
I also slowly sunk into a bottomless vortex.
Dave's visage floated up. His grey and white beard was stained with blood, but his feeble smile was as warm as ever.
"Bouillabaisse... Heh-heh, don't feel bad... This wasn't your fault. Always remember what's on that shell... It's not just my blessing, but also my heart's wish..."
That shell... Dave had given it to me!
In the icy cold undercurrent, I opened my eyes and swam back up to the top, working hard to push aside the empty bubbles.
What used to be written on the shell...?
Behind a reef, a tiny light was hidden.
A warm scene gradually came into focus: inside an old wooden house, Dave was writing the final word onto the shell, then he rapped the table with his pipe in satisfaction.
"Bouillabaisse, this is your protective talisman... It is a blessing that I give to you."
The old shell had been polished to a shine, and the black words on top of it stood out with clear freshness.
—No matter what, cling to courage and live on in happiness.
I woke up with a start. The room was filled with piercing, early summer sunlight. Focaccia sat beside the bed looking worriedly at me.
"Are you alright...?"
"Sorry, I got too mad. Without knowing what the situation was, I just blew my top at you... I thought you were blithely going along with what others said again and doing something dumb."
Focaccia lowered his head remorsefully and said his piece.
"Red Velvet, that so-and-so... This is going too far! ...To actually con you into going to the auction... I don't even owe her any money!"
"Then... you're not going to get kicked out... Wonderful."
I let out a genuine sigh.
"Focaccia, I've remembered... It turns out, trying to forget pain means forgetting the happiness along with it..."
"What are you saying...? Are you alright? You didn't get scared stupid, did you?"
"I remember now. My name... is Bouillabaisse."
V. Bouillabaisse
"Mer-people really are real?"
Several kids built castles in the sand as crabs, cruelly disturbed by their shovels, darted into holes.
"They say there's a merman in that entertainment place nearby!"
The thinnest boy lowered his voice, as if he was telling everyone a classified secret.
"Really?!"
The other kids immediately stopped what they were doing, their ears standing at attention.
"They say... he's super powerful and can make everyone's wishes come true! I want to make a wish—"
"H-...hang on, what's that over there...?"
A head slowly popped up out behind a rock, and pale golden hair spread out on the water's surface.
"A m-monster?!"
The kids throw down their shovels and shrieked as they ran away.
A little crab that had just shown its head was unfortunately smacked and fainted at the caste gate.
A merman swam up out of the sea, the last rays of the setting sun falling upon him in a soft halo of light.
He watched the children running into the distance and laughed with resignation.
"I can't believe they ran... I was going to ask what wish him what wish he wanted granted..."
Revelry was an entertainment venue for binging and carousing.
But "Merman's Wish" was a bit different.
The host of this wishing parlor was a merman who could fulfill people's wishes through his powerful prayer.
Of course, the prayer could also turn into a powerful curse, although—it's said that he only ever used this curse once.
Although the merman was extremely kind, his evaluation standards for wishes were extremely strict.
Upon walking into this warm wishing parlor, one can see a list of "Things for Wishers to Know" posted on the door.
"I. Wishes must be good and positive.
II. Blessings only get a boost if one works hard toward the object of the wish.
III. When a wish is fulfilled, the blessing shell becomes invalid.
IV. All final say is reserved for Bouillabaisse."
And that merman named Bouillabaisse spent most of his time soaking in a hot spring in the center of the wishing parlor.
"Hey, you know, did you really have to put a hot springs in the middle of the wishing parlor...?"
Piping hot steam wafted in the room. Focaccia folded his arms across his chest as he looked at Bouillabaisse floating comfortably in the hot spring.
"Hot springs are warm... and also..."
Bouillabaisse's face was steeped in the water, only showing a pair of muddled, pale golden eyes.
"I still need to thank Red Velvet... for helping me complete this hot springs..."
"You want to thank her? She did this by way of apology to you. She was supposed to..."
The doorbell chimed.
"A customer's here."
The middle-aged man who opened the door had his glasses fogged up by the steamy room.
"Excuse me, is Bouillabaisse... here?"
"Yes... I'm here. Do you have a wish you'd like to make?"
"My wife is going to give birth next month... I want to wish for a safe and smooth delivery, and that the baby grows up happy!"
The man took off a felt cap and smiled timidly.
"Yes... a wonderful wish."
Bouillabaisse sat on the side of the hot springs and raised up his dripping wet fishbone tail, then adroitly plucked out a fishbone.
Focaccia silently handed a shell from the table to him.
"Thank you..."
Bouillabaisse looked up at him with a smile, then licked the sharp fishbone and diligently scribed his blessing onto the shell.
"That does it... This is your talisman. Remember to always wear it on you."
Bouillabaisse gave the shell to the man who repeatedly thanked him.
After the customer left, he slipped back into the hot springs.
"Oh, buddy. Isn't your fish tail where it hurts? ...How do you pluck out a fishbone so calmly each time?"
Focaccia couldn't help let out his concern.
"Giving blessings to others... is a happy thing... I forget the pain."
"But it hurts me just looking at it... Forget it. I'm going to the cafeteria. Don't soak too long. You've fainted from the heat three times already this month! ..."
"Alright."
Bouillabaisse waved at him with a smile, then plunged into the hot springs as the big door closed shut.
The water temperature in the hot springs was perfect, and the sun outside the window was warm and bright.
Bouillabaisse picked up the old shell hanging at his waist. The traces of ink on it had already completely faded.
"Wish" and "blessing" were like the two sides of a shell, both mutually contributing toward something beautiful.
He held the shell to his heart and whispered—
"Dave, thank you. Your 'blessing' has come true."
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Every 20s, boosts ATK (7%, 9.2%, 11.7%, 14.2%, 16.9%, 19.8%, 23.4%, 27.8%, 33.2%, 40%) for all allies, lasting 5s. |
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Every 20s, boosts the highest-ATK ally's ATK (10%, 13%, 17%, 21%, 25%, 29%, 35%, 41%, 49%, 60%), lasting 4s. |
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Every 20s, restores (7, 8, 11, 14, 16, 19, 23, 27, 33, 40) pts of energy for all allies. |
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When own HP is above 70%, after casting a skill, the highest-ATK ally's attack speed is boosted (14%, 18%, 23%, 28%, 34%, 39%, 47%, 55%, 66%, 80%), lasting 3s (10s CD). |
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When own HP is above 70%, after casting a skill, the highest-ATK ally's skill dmg is boosted (10%, 13%, 17%, 21%, 25%, 29%, 35%, 41, %, 49%), lasting 3s (10s CD). |
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When own HP is above 70%, after casting a skill, all allies' attack speed and skill dmg is boosted (10%, 13%, 17%, 21%, 25%, 29%, 35%, 41, %, 49%), lasting 3s (10s CD). |
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Upon casting an energy skill, boosts ATK (14%, 18%, 23%, 28%, 34%, 39%, 47%, 55%, 66%, 80%) for the highest-ATK ally, lasting 3s (12s CD). |
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Upon casting an energy skill, dispels debuffs from all allies and boosts their ATK (8%, 11%, 14%, 17%, 21%, 24%, 29%, 34%, 41%, 50%), lasting 3s (12s CD). |
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Upon casting an energy skill, dispels debuffs from all allies and lowers all enemies' ATK (14%, 18%, 23%, 28%, 34%, 39%, 47%, 55%, 66%, 80%), lasting 3s (12s CD). |
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Every 20s, makes the farthest enemy immune to healing, lasting 20s. Every 20s, restores (17, 23, 29, 35, 42, 49, 58, 69, 83, 100) pts of energy and 7% of missing HP to all allies. |
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Boosts ATK (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) for the three highest-ATK allies. When these allies cast skills, it dispels any buffs from one random enemy (3s CD). |
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Boosts HP (3.5%, 4.6%, 5.8%, 7.1%, 8.4%, 9.9%, 11.7%, 13.9%, 16.6%, 20%) for three lowest-DEF allies. All allies recover (1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) pt of energy per sec. |
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Makes the highest-ATK ally immune to silences. Basic atks of the three highest-ATK allies have a 30% chance of dealing (17%, 23%, 29%, 35%, 42%, 49%, 58%, 69%, 83%, 100%) ATK as dmg to all enemies. |
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When own HP is over 90%, ATK and attack speed is boosted (8%, 11%, 14%, 17%, 21%, 24%, 29%, 34%, 41%, 50%) for all allies. When any ally casts a skill, it dispels debuffs from all enemies and buffs from the highest-ATK ally. |