The Pequod First Mate Yi Sang/Voicelines
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| Occasion | English | Audio |
|---|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | You may call me Yi Sang. I am the first mate of the Pequod. | |
| Morning Greeting | I pray that the waves did not keep you up at night. The Lake remains tranquil today... Perhaps we may be availed a brief moment to savor its sights for once. | |
| Afternoon Greeting | Hm... I grow weary of this diet of desiccated fins. How do you fare? | |
| Evening Greeting | Do not sail overlong under the night sky. It is common wisdom that such practice invites peril to a journey. Please, do get yourself some rest. | |
| Chatter #1 | See, this is the part of a Whale that you must assail. If a singular, powerful strike is difficult to execute, apply multiple strikes to a single point. Then you should be able to perform effectively. | |
| Chatter #2 | Deckhands! Cease your loitering and return to your stations! ... Ah, apologies. That may have been quite loud for you. I apologize. | |
| Chatter #3 | The life of a sailor is... Quite all right. Once this endeavor is complete, however, I wish to start a café of my own. I have begun dreaming of a leisurely life, free from urgency. |
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| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | Do not let go of the rope! To release the rope is to release your hold on life! Be wise... yet bold! | |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Captain Ishmael has not ordered you to your deaths! We must... All of us must kill it and return to where we belong! | |
| Idle | Hm... All is silent, save for the sound of the vessel hewing across the waters. This is also quite pleasant. | |
| Uptying | Thus I must step up to the occasion, then...! Very well. Wield the harpoon I shall! | |
| Deployment | It appears that I must let go of the helm and join the fray. | |
| Stage Entry | Do not let go of the harpoon. | |
| Viewed in Battle | Is the Captain in danger? | |
| Commencing Attack | Please, allow me to demonstrate. | |
| Enemy Stagger | Hm! They appear to be quite spent. | |
| Staggered | Haah... | |
| Enemy Killed | Tsk. There is no oil to be gleaned from this fellow. | |
| Death | Ha ha ha... Thus does my... voyage... end... | |
| Check Passed | This was a trivial endeavor. Even a third mate should have little trouble accomplishing this task. | |
| Check Failed | Ahem... I have very seldom set my foot outside the ship... Do understand. | |
| Victory Cry | The end of this voyage rises upon the horizon. Let us persevere but for a little longer! | |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | We have done it! Not many pirates or Whales shall dare attack this vessel again. Hm hm, this was quite the satisfactory outcome. | |
| Defeat Wail | ... Our vessel is far too damaged to continue... Let us anchor and repair. ... Then we shall set sail to the Lake once again. |