《The Supernatural Case of an Accidental Time Traveler》Witch Trials - Part 032
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I went into my room and changed out of the shit covered clothes I was wearing and into a new set. Then I grabbed my coat and threw that on as well before heading out to talk with everyone. There wasn’t really enough room for everyone so Mordred and Compton were sitting on the couch, Scott was at the desk, Ida and Collin were sitting against the wall by the door, Iscarat was slouched near the window and still covered in feces, John was standing near Scott’s room, and Aaron was crouched near the couch. It was an interesting scene.
“So are the traps in place?” Mordred asked.
“Yes, they are ready for use at any time.” Iscarat said from the window.
“Are you going to be okay?” Scott asked Iscarat.
“Yes, but you could have warned me that I would see God.” Iscarat said angrily.
“The fact that I could transport both of us is a miracle. Quit complaining.” I replied.
“So, does everyone understand the plan of attack?” Mordred asked.
“I’m still not sure what we are doing.” I said.
“We are going to lure everyone except for Elysif out of the building and then trap them in another dimension using the runes that Iscarat just set up in the sewers. We can retrieve them from said dimension and place them in a magic cell later.” Mordred explained.
“So it’s similar to the first plan, only we have to keep both the original and the clone version of Medea busy while Iscarat activates the runes.” I said sarcastically.
“Exactly.” Compton said.
“We are going to die…”I said to myself in a monotone voice.
“I agree. This plan seems a little rash.” Ida said. I didn’t realize that she heard me. Guess I’m not as quiet as I thought I was.
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“We don’t have enough time to do much more than this. It may be the only plan that we could possibly live through. I wish we had time to get reinforcements but we don’t have that luxury.” Scott stated. Ida grew quiet from that response.
“Any other objections?” Mordred asked.
“I think you’re forgetting something very important.” Iscarat butted in.
“What might that be?” Mordred asked him.
“I don’t know but you’re probably forgetting it.”
“Iscarat, go get changed. As for the rest of you, do what you want but we leave in an hour.” Mordred said. Iscarat got up and started to walk out the door when Scott stopped him and told him to change into one of his spare suits.
Within an hour all of us were ready to go. I had decided to bring my gun but I didn’t think it would be that effective against Medea’s clone. My knife however, might be more effective so I Brought that along as well. Ida was armed to the teeth with magic weapons and armor. Collin had his sword but not much else. Then you have John and Aaron who were each armed with a sword that was fitted to their height. John’s was short and wide while Aaron’s was long and slightly thinner than John’s.
Since Scott’s arm was broken and he was still recovering in other areas we decided to have him stay at the apartment this time. Scott wasn’t happy about that though so he pouted on the couch while we left.
By the time we set off it was dusk. People were still out so it wasn’t that late. The dense fog in the area had set in, shrouding us as we walked through the city. People saw our figures but no comment was made on our weapons as they had done to Scott and the other Agents yesterday. Instead, none of them even bothered to take notice of it.
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“It seems we may have better luck this time.” Aaron said.
“It never has anything to do with luck.” Collin replied.
“True, but we should try and stay possitive. What are you all planning to do once this is over?” Aaron asked.
“Ida and I are planning to go bury Reggie in our hometown once we finish this mission.” Collin stated.
“I see, and what about you John?” Aaron said.
“I’m not sure. I may just go on another mission.” John replied.
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