<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Darkaggy.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Occidental Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha looked over her shoulder at the sound of a voice behind her.  The tall dusty figure of the dark haired woman she had met a week ago stood over the two young men who were looking very guilty.  Agatha had no idea why, but the two youngins seemed to think that it was time to make themselves scarce and left quickly.  Her leg had lowered, but she still stretched from the hitching post to the sign.<br/><br/>“Miss Harley.  It is a surprise and a pleasure.” She said with a pleasing smile.  “I thought you might have thrown my little card away.”  Agatha pushed herself away from the hanging sign and balanced on the horizontal beam.  “I can’t imagine that it is.” She said answering Harley’s inquiry about the air.  Agatha extended a delicate and dexterous hand down towards the pretty cowgirl.<br/><br/>“Would you mind helping me down?” she asked.  “And please.  Call me Aga…”<br/><br/>“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH – “<br/><br/>Agatha’s head snapped around at the horrified cry completely ruining the graceful display of balance moments before and pitching her off the beam towards Harley.  Moments later a dark haired Mexican woman poked her head out of the door of Agatha’s shop.<br/><br/>“Dios mío ¿qué fue eso?”  The woman exclaimed.  “Senorita, are you okay?” She asked in clipped English, seeing the aftermath of the fall.<br/><br/>“OH GOD, NO PLEA –  OH MY GAAUUUUUUGHH –“<br/><br/>The young Mexican woman’s face drained of color and she looked towards Agatha and Harley in terrified silence.<br/><br/>Agatha remembered Oswarld words.  Scientists might be a target based in the stance he had taken against Sweetwater and the other powers in the city.  That sound had come from the direction of the Collegium.  “Maria obtener mi arma.” Agatha said with urgency still engaged in the aftermath of her fall.<br/><br/>“Si.”  The young woman ducked back inside and returned shortly with one of the largest and most beautifully crafted firearms west of the Mississippi, complete with oversized holster and belt, warmly oiled and embossed with foxes chasing hounds.<br/>