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She didn’t know what happened. It all happened so fast, and she didn’t expect the witches to move with such speed and precision. It’s like the matron mother of the Faith family decided that their presence is such a threat that they need to be silenced immediately. At one moment, they were just checking out the entrance of the faith manor, examining the defenses, magical and otherwise, and devising a plan, the next moment. They were knocked out by some sort of spell that was cast at all 4 members of the party, and all she could see was darkness.

She woke up, her mind still woozy at the sudden knock-out spell she was subjected to, she tried to move her arm to at least acknowledge that her motor functions were working, but… strangely, her hands couldn’t move, quickly roused from her grogginess, Amanda realized that she is trapped. [color=bbbbbb]“Oh… damn.”[/color] She said. Looking at some of her restraints. She noticed that she was wearing a collar, a collar that prevented her from communicating with other Androids for help, and, adding to her problems. Her limbs are also stretched out, spread eagle style, and restrained by 4 massive metal tubes. Try as she might, she could not break her arm free from the restraints. [color=bbbbbb]“Well, this is annoying.”[/color] She quipped, looking for other people who might be able to help her, but only meeting fellow restrained OMR agents the further she looked.

The first person she looked at was Faye, and she was in a similar predicament. A collar that was inhibiting her magical abilities was in place, while she was wrapped in manacles and chains all around her. She also looked at the composition of the metal itself. The collar on her might inhibit communication, but it doesn’t inhibit her from going into her internal database and analyzing what is in front of her, and she was surprised. [color=bbbbbb]“Low radiation steel huh…”[/color] Amanda posited. It does make sense, [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Low-background_steel]low background radiation steel[/url] has… well, low background radiation, and is comparatively ‘cooler’ compared to the metals used in most stuff nowadays, a consequence of the nuclear age perhaps. [color=bbbbbb]“Hey, Faye! Are you okay?”[/color] Amanda asked. [color=bbbbbb]“Just hold tight ok? I’m trying to devise a-”[/color]

Her sentence was cut short when she saw Mikey in a similar predicament. The man himself is tied down with magically enhanced weights, making any effort from the Shaman essentially futile, she also saw the three gods restrained heavily as well, and only a glancing look from her is enough to confirm that even his accompanying deities would not be getting out of those cages by themselves. [color=bbbbbb]“Fuck. Seems like we’re well and truly stuck huh?”[/color] She said to herself. [color=bbbbbb]“Wait… where’s Morgana?”[/color]

It didn’t take long for the Android as all of a sudden, all of their cages, seemingly hanging in the air, were all lowered, giving everyone a good look at the circular room they were all in, and a still unconscious Morgana Faith being prone in the center of it. [color=bbbbbb]“Morgana! Hey, Morgana!”[/color] Amanda tried calling out, but before she could get any sort of response. A bunch of witches suddenly materialized within the chairs and tables that surround the circular stage, seemingly like an audience for a play or something, the elevated seating also adds to the mood. [color=bbbbbb]“Uhh, can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?”[/color]

All of a sudden, a gag appeared on Amanda’s mouth, silencing the Android to ineffective mewls and grunts. She was first shocked but then frustrated by the inability to speak her words effectively. [color=bbbbbb][i]Never thought that I would see my mouth be gagged.[/i][/color] She thought, now reduced to only looking as an older-looking woman strode towards the center of the circle. The older woman gives Amanda a very stern look once she determines Morgana’s condition. [color=006d42]“I do not need some upstart, some thinking mechanical abomination created from the depths of the OMR to ask me any question.”[/color] She addressed her. [color=006d42]“Nor do I appreciate the OMR using its heretical magicks and technology to create an aberration of the natural world such as yours… [i]Amanda[/i].”[/color] She can see the bile coming out from her mouth as she mentioned her name. [color=bbbbbb][i]Wait, how does she know my name in the first place? Something that I need to snoop on once we’re out of this mess.[/i][/color]

[color=006d42]“Wake up, daughter.”[/color] The woman then said towards the sleeping Morgana. [color=006d42]“You and I have unfinished business, and I will not let a Faith family member be sleeping in the trial hall like so.[/color] Her loudness eventually awakened the sleeping witch. [color=006d42]Such lack of discipline from the daughter of the great Angelica Faith, perhaps the OMR has softened your resolve yes? Mingling with all these heretical texts and whatever it is they call ‘doctrine’ over there?”[/color] She scoffed.

[color=006d42]“I will admit. I half expected you to not come, perhaps I set the standard a bit too low now that we are here, but regardless. Considering that we are in the Trial Hall. You know what’s to come yes?”[/color] She asked Morgana, knowing how many times she had toured her daughter in these very halls.