floatingplot | Team Idiots / Part 2

[There's a damaged main road right ahead. Everything's quiet, save for the buzzing of flies (And that buzzing in Battler's head, the wordless static still present.)]

...Do you hear something?

{Goddammit this is fucking creepyyy.]

...nothing unusual. The Librarian's asking me what just happened and I'm explaining it to her, but...

...I never said anything about that. Anyways! Are you hearing something weird? [Ed starts walking down the main road cautiously.]

[As you walk, you find graffiti scrawled along the walls. Some is in paint, but where that ran out, the artist appears to have substituted... something more vital.

“THE END IS HERE
OUR GOD HAS ABANDONED US
WE ARE ALL FORSAKEN”]

Just this weird static--[S C R E A M OH MY GOD>

Needless to say, Battler looks a little ill.] W...wha...

...why would you change paint colors midway through? Think he ran out?

[In the meanwhile, Ed is using some magic to grab and captchalogue a bit of the earth from here, too.]

...for that matter, which god?

[Battler sort of leans forward to eye the wall--and shudders.]

That's not paint! They used their own blood.

[It's probably rude to redtext all over someone else's game board but dude. He was also kind of hoping he'd be unable to redtext it.]

...do you have a captchalogue too? The lady who gave me mine spoke green.

[Click.]

...wait he used BLOOD?!

A captchalogue? No, I don't--[....Facepalm.]

You mean those weird aliens who speak in color? It's not the same as the red truth. You can't speak something that's false in red truth.

Oh! Is that a kind of magic?

[There's a slight increase in magical pressure.]

Can you demonstrate it again right quick? My... I want to see it in action.

It's not really the same as magic. It's just the truth. Even a human can uses, although they're not allowed to. They get the Blue Truth instead, to create theories that can only be disproved by Red Truth--This isn't the time for this!

[WE'RE IN AN ABANDONED DEAD CITY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.]

[Many things, let's discuss it over tea sometime.]

Oh, right. We have to keep going and figure out what that god is...

Remind me to try a blue truth sometime. It seems interesting.

We can discuss it later, I'm sure I can come up with a game for us to play...

[Sure hope you like mysteries, Ed. No, you don't get any scooby snacks. Anyway, Battler's turning to look over the horizon for...anything that looks like a sign where to go.] But we really need to get out of here.

Can you fly? [He hovers on his own.] If not, I can cast something... we can look faster that way.

[The horizon doesn't seem to grant you clues, beyond Water and also Water, but it's hard to see through all the high rises from ground level.]

...I-it's not how I'd like to travel. [Battler...looks a little queasy at the mention of 'flying'. He could, in theory, but he'd fall for sure!

So, he takes a middle road, bursting into a swarm of gold butterflies that proceed to nest in Ed's hair. God help them both.]

[Ed goes flying up into the sky, looking for some kind of important hub.

And because he knows better, he will be making sure to avoid any errant dripping water on the way. Butterflies and water don't mix, bro.]

[As you fly past a rotted high rise, a screen crackles to life.

Current events feed missing, beginning playback...
Rioters are once again out in force as social order breaks down. With no word from the royal family about contact with our God, it seems hopeless for us. Burning effigies of the Servants in the street is a common sight now, as w&*(error, playback corrupted.

All roads seem to lead to the centre of the city, although the centre itself is still obscured by the skyline.]

[While this all sounds very creepy, Battler's kind of concerned Ed will run out of energy and they'll fall and die and it'll be awful.]

So they destroyed themselves...

Hahah. That's... not good.

That's really... not good. These poor people...

[He continues flying on, somber. If you can sense magic, Battler, this kid's got way too much of it.]

[You find graffiti scrawled along the walls you swing past- Jesus, how did they graffiti up here?

Oh, wait. Wings.

“OUR HOPE HAS CRASHED AND BURNED
THE SERVANTS SENT US HERE AS A WARNING
THE REST OF US WILL NOT FALL TO SUCH THREATS”

Beside it is scrawled a symbol of ocean waves inside a circle.

You're closing in on the centre now.]

...So they were above the water... and then they crashed into the water... and then the servants got problematic?

I guess that makes sense. I've noticed that people you hire tend to get really mad when you have to make any sort of cutback or change.

[Current events feed missing, beginning playback...

The administrator of the popular online board Make Waves has been arrested for inciting riots. At her arrest, she has confessed to worshipping the Servants, and deliberately stirring up riots and anti-God sentiment in her board. She is believed to have deliberately planned many if not all of the riots in the past month. Her board has been shut down, and now we may have peace once more.

And then the screen goes dead. Not far left... ]

...and dystopia. [Ed lands about now, since they were nearing the end of the road.]

They killed themselves from the inside out.

Imagine I said that in red. Because it should be.

[Now that they've landed, the butterflies flap off Ed and coalesce back into Battler, who is now sporting a fucking badass cape.]

...You don't need to tell me that. But it sounds like Servants isn't the same as a butler or something, in this case.

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