《The Supernatural Case of an Accidental Time Traveler》Beginnings - Part Twenty-Two
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We followed the gathering of creatures down a hall to the dining room. The table that sat inside was bigger than Scott’s flat and on it sat rows of candelabras, all lit to give a certain nuance. The table was shining as if made of gold and covered with a glass plate. The room itself was a marvel as several clear half-columns lined the walls and hanging in between them were lanterns. The floor was marble and the ceiling was a painting of the night sky.
It awed me to no end and I wasn’t the only one, Elysif, Iscarat, and Scott was just as awed as I. but it didn’t last long as Mama Louise came up behind us and ushered us in. we walked around the table until we saw our name written on a place marker in front of our chair. Then Mama Louise sat down at the end of the table beside Scott. Poor guy. Across from him sat Iscarat on the other side of Mama Louise. I then sat next to Scott and Elysif next to me. Probably a good idea to keep Iscarat away from Elysif seeing as how they were getting along just swimmingly earlier.
Once we had seated a gaggle of Succubi came and poured us each a drink. Each drink was different and seemed to match the person. Iscarat received a sparkling white wine, Elysif received vodka steeped in black tea, Scott got sailors rum, and I got sweet red wine. I don’t drink wine but they wouldn’t have known that.
“So, Scott what took you so long to get here?” I asked.
“I couldn’t find my tie.” he said.
“Bullshit! You were holding your tie when I left.” I whispered back.
“Fine! I took a nap.” he said, finally accepting that lying wasn't going to work.
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“You suck.”I said.
“Whatever just keep an eye on Iscarat and Elysif. They don’t hold their liquor well.” Scott said before gesturing at the two.
“Fine.” I said taking a sip of my wine. Damn it was actually pretty good!
Scott took a sip of his own drink and looked at Mama Louise. “Mama Louise, what happened to the good stuff?” he asked with an almost offended tone.
“My, my. Had I given you more expensive rum you would have drank me into debt by morning.” She replied with a grin as she took a sip of her champagne.
“You know me too well. So, why did you really call me and my friends here?” Scott asked.
“Friends? I haven’t heard you use that word in a long time.” she said with her grin still plastered all over her face.
“Don’t look into it too much, just a slip of the tongue.” Scott replied sheepishly.
“Fair enough. But what I called you here for was a favor that involves everyone here.” she said as her grin disappeared.
“If it’s that big of a deal shouldn’t you be talking with one of my superiors? Also, what might this favor entail?” Scott asked.
“I actually did go to your superiors about this issue and said that you were the one we should be bothering.” Mama Louise answered with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Oh really! Those stuck-up bastards.” Scott said under his breath.
“What I need, no what we need is for you to take care of some Willowisps.” Mama Louise said in a way that seemed more like begging than asking. Scott had never heard her ask anything like that.
“And why are these Willowisps such an issue? I didn’t even know they still existed.” Scott said with a inquisitive tone.
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“Unlike other wisps that are born from souls not reaped by a cemetery guardian, Willowisps are created by a warlock for a specific purpose. We don’t know that purpose is but Willowisps are attacking many of the people that the people in this room are supposed to protect.” Mama Louise explained.
“The more you talk about it the more it seems like a non-Scott problem.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. All of these people have sworn an oath of peace between each other and the Agency. If one of their tribes were to have an uprise against them and instate a new leader then they could become violent with us or the Agency.” mama Louise explained.
“Now I see why this is a me problem.” Scott said with a sigh.
“Humanity has avoided a war with the supernatural for nearly two-hundred years and this could be what starts another one. We want peace as much as you do, so please take care of it. Everyone here has agreed to help you with any matters that you have to step away from to do this.” Mama Louise assured him.
“I’ll do it.” Scott answered after rubbing the back of his head.
“Thank you, Mr. Langston.” Mama Louise said.
“On another note, do you know of the changeling that I have been searching for?” Scott asked.
“The one who killed Isabell?”
“Yes, I want as many people as you can spare searching for it and keeping the people safe from anything else. Do know that it is my duty to also be a third party to all of your squabbles so I request that since you will have no mediator to please keep yourselves in check while I am away.” Scott requested.
“I will do what I can, you have my word.” she said holding her glass out. Scott held out his glass and they tapped together in agreeance. The two then took a sip of their drinks and Scott had finished his glass. Mama Louise pulled out a bottle of fine expensive rum from beside her and poured him another glass.
“You were holding out on me?” Scott said with a surprised look.
“No, I just thought I would tease you first. You may finish the bottle but that is all I am allowing you to have of my good rum.” Mama Louise said with a joking smile.
“Well, I thank you. You are a wonderful host.”
Mama Louise took another sip of her champagne and looked around only to be stared at by Iscarat. “I must say Louise you are absolutely stunning and your choice of decoration is magnificent.” Iscarat said.
“You flatter me Mr. Put but you are far too young for me. I was just messing with you when you arrived.”
“Well, I am actually much older than I look. I had been working on a formula to reverse aging and I am temporarily in my prime because of it.” Iscarat explained.
“That might get you somewhere with me if you could provide me with some of that formula.” Mama Louise said with an interested look.
“But of course.” Iscarat replied.
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