<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth, Oswald<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha caught the look from Onneca before she spoke.  For all of their friendship they often differed on the value of technology.  She had offered once to upgrade her Bodega with all sorts of wonderful inventions to make her dressmaking and honey gathering easier.  It was the first time since they were kids that Onneca had been mad at her.  They hadn’t spoken for a week.  They had come up with an unspoken accord eventually but would likely never agree completely on the role of technology in the new west.<br/><br/>Agatha tried not to think of the bad times at the railroad camps and for Onneca to bring them up was telling.  She didn’t speak of such things unless she thought it was important.  Agatha had to wonder what her friend was thinking she had meant by saying she had something that could help.  Did Onneca really think that her first thought was for vengeance and death?  That made green eyes cloud with sadness.  They were made ever more so by the awful memories of the railroad officers.  She was glad that Onneca’s eyes moved to Elizabeth’s and not her own.  Yes Agatha was capable of making weapons, the ideas seemed to pop into her head often, but so did lots of other things; automatic clothes washers, dusting devices, fans and portable ice boxes to keep your food and drinks cool on a long trip.  That didn’t even begin to describe the body massagers and other “comfort” devices she built for the discerning customer.  Why couldn’t everyone understand sometimes there was a need for protecting yourself and the things that you love.  Agatha had learned that lesson the hard way.  It seemed Oswald was learning the same lesson now.<br/><br/>Agatha’s tea sat forgotten on the lace doily.  Her happy morning ritual had been thoroughly disrupted with dark thoughts and concerns.   She should not have been surprised at Elizabeth’s sponsorship, but was anyway.  It caused her to jump slightly in her seat and once again pay attention to the co0nversation at hand.<br/><br/>“The Maze Rats?  I did not think they were one cohesive group.  I thought they were lots of different gangs.” She said wondering if she was wrong.  “So talking to them may do some good for one group but not another.  That doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be tried, but perhaps there are ways of protecting people without the need for bullets.” She suggested.  The light of an idea cast away her temporary darkness.<br/><br/>“Yes, something that could stop a man without hurting him.”  Okay not hurt him much. She realized she was about to ramble on about more than anyone at the table, with the exception of Oswald, would be interested in so she stopped herself until the man spoke once more.  “Does anyone know how to get in touch with any of them?  If I had my rotocopter up and running I could find them easy enough, but I do not have the first idea as to where to look without it.” She asked.  Finding the Maze Rats sounded like a grand adventure. ‘One befitting a flame haired vixen.’ she thought with a smile that would have made even Spooky concerned.  He had seen that look before.  The year before Agatha arrived in Gomorra was a void in her history that she hadn’t spoken about to anyone.  She was trying to leave that part of her life behind, but she found that it still called to her from time to time.  This was one of those times.<br/><br/>“I would be honored to accept membership into the Collegium, but I will not leave Gomorra.  I was forced out of my home once and I’m not going to let that happen again.  I just won’t.” She said emphatically, forgetting only Oswald and Spooky were aware of why she left Deer Creek.  It was something she had kept even from her closest friends, something that still hurt to dwell on for long.