Story Reader / Palette Clash / Travel with Vera / Story
A dark crimson color dashes across the chaotic battlefield.
In less than a minute, the mechanoids who were busy spraying the artworks of the opposite Schools all stopped in their tracks.
They all pause and stare at the spraying cans in their hands for a moment, confused about how they have been destroyed by a blade...
...Before they take out their cans of paints and throw them at their targets directly.
Look at your brilliant idea.
Vera returns to your side after soaring past the mechanoids.
Although she has destroyed most of their "weapons," the mechanoids have not stopped fighting. They simply find other ways to vandalize the artwork on the walls made by the other Schools.
As if this is how they can determine a winner.
How childish.
Vera has some paint on her body by now.
You take out the almost-empty solvent and spray her with what remains.
Hiss-ss-ss—
The solvent drips down with the dissolved paint, and Vera swings her arm subconsciously.
!!!
Some of the solvents are flicked toward the awakened machine and almost create a few "holes" on the canvases nearby. The mechanoid immediately moves the frames around and points the front away from you.
The paints the mechanoids use have the same composition as the ones used by WGAA, so the spray Ayla gave you is the best way to remove them.
As for you... You look down at your colorful, paint-covered body, and you give up on cleaning them off. After all, it will not take long for you to look like this again, given your current mobility.
Who knows? Your colorful "disguise" might be useful with how the place is absolutely coated in paints.
Do you need my help?
The awakened machine pokes his head out from behind the canvas.
There's no way we have something this dangerous.
However, I have a very powerful image analysis program. I can paint you back in your original colors.
With that, he points his spraying can over his head and shoots out a color similar to your skin tone.
He moves back as if having lost a canvas, his disappointment plain to see.
Hey, human, I have a suggestion. Do you want to hide in the back with me?
Dashing into the battlefield isn't the best idea if you want to take down the graffiti mechanoids.
Oh? So you're not completely stupid? Here I thought all you guys could do was throw paints around.
We spent a lot of time recovering data from broken tactical modules in order to win this war.
Pretty good analysis... Is that what you want me to say?
Shut up and doodle.
...
The fight between the two sides is utter chaos now. You do not realize how their paints have drowned out your intent to talk.
This is a battlefield. You want to understand your enemies here?
Enemies? Battlefield? Stop teasing me.
What a "massacre" you and your spray paints have caused! All this havoc in the city just for a few compliments on your paintings.
This isn't about complimenting a few pieces of art. This is the ultimate fight that decides the future of art in Constellia.
The awakened machine knocks on his canvas angrily.
He cannot understand how Vera can treat the whole war as a mere farce, just like how Vera cannot understand his obsession with art.
Hold on. I've got a brilliant idea, Commandant!
Vera takes the solvent spray from you.
Didn't you want to understand what real wars are like?
Let me demonstrate how cruel it can be.
With that, Vera holds the spray against the top of the canvas. A flick of her hand will empty the solvent spray onto the painting, completely destroying it.
This startles the awakened machine, and he immediately tries to take the canvas down from the frame to protect it, but Vera's grip is unyielding.
Tell me where all your leaders are.
I don't believe that you artsy-fartsy people would know to form factions and schools without someone leading you.
I... I know where their leaders are.
The awakened machine immediately points out two spots on the map.
Vera shakes the spraying can, making a rattling sound. The awakened machine cannot help but hold onto the painting even tighter.
I—said—"all your leaders." Do I need to motivate you with this?
What... are you planning to do with our leaders?
Isn't it obvious? If you guys aren't planning to stop even after you're disarmed, I suppose we'll have to pay your bosses a visit.
The hand holding the solvent spray extends a thumb and points backward. Behind you, the "art war" between the mechanoids is getting even more fierce.
The awakened machine hesitates. He looks at the artwork before turning to look at his companions throwing cans at each other while covered in paint.
In the end, he turns to look at Vera, who is staring at him with a deadly gaze and holding her index finger right against the nozzle...
Stop it! Stop it! I'll tell you.
Our boss is near that area.
Illuminated, the awakened machine reaches out and points at a distant building.
...That was quick.
We don't care about these mortal bodies...
So, Boss, you'll have to sacrifice yours for Surrealist Mechanical Fauvism.
