<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.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>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mesa Outside of Town<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Gatling-Aggy.jpg)</div>The Mesa was a sun-blasted and scorched peace of rock covered in dust that would line your nose and coat your tongue if you opened your mouth for too long.  It was why Agatha often wore a scarf even on the hottest of days.   She came out here often enough especially on a day like today when she had a new invention to test.  Science was often messy and sometimes dangerous so when an experiment needed testing Agatha made sure she was far enough away for no one to be hurt if something went a rye.<br/><br/>Agatha shut one dancing emerald eye and lined up the sight of the pistol with the sun bleached old tree stump.  The pistol was heavy.  She had to grip in tighter than she would have liked and use one hand to hold under its filigreed handle just for support when she extended it away from her body.  She took a deep breath, just like Spooky had shown her and held it, steadying her hand that was shaking with anticipation.  She exhaled as she squeezed the trigger. The cylinders began to whine and moan as they spun and the ratta-tat-tat of gunfire rang out across the mesa.  She wasn’t prepared for the recoil of the pistol which threw her arms up into the air and left her off her mark.<br/><br/>“Whoa.” She said like she was trying to reign in a horse and gave a nervous laugh.  “Oookay, Let’s try that again.” She said out loud and lined up her target once again.  This time she purposely aimed at low.  She shut her bright green eye once more and her face crinkled prettily in concentration.  Once more she eased the trigger and the whirl of gun barrel and ratta-tat-tat filled the mesa.  The bullets chewed into the stump sending bits of tree flesh into the air ripping the truck from base to tip as the recoil carried her aim higher.<br/><br/>The gunfire stopped as the pistol quickly ran out of ammunition, but the results were very impressive.  She lifted the pistol up pointing it into the air and blew at the smoke coming from the barrel with a smile.  A successful test always brought a smile to her lips.  She unloaded the casings and began to reload the pistol whistling a happy little tune.<br/>