<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 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>London Royal Apothecary<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca, Elizabeth, Uninvited Guest<br/><hr/><br/>Agatha nodded in agreement at what Elizabeth was saying.  Bilton was a pig.  She had seen how he treated some of the soiled doves at the casino’s and saloons around town and she listened when the girls chose to talk to her about such things.  He was not the man for Gomorra.  She could understand a strong arm, but when it is motivated by self-interest and power it was dangerous.  However she didn’t think the alternative was any better.<br/><br/>“I am not so sure Deputy Hunter is the answer either.  Without Sheriff Coleman and Deputy Bilton’s presence I think Mr. Hunter would be flatly ignored around here.  He has too light of a touch.  I have heard the way Mr. Bilton speaks of him to others.  It is contemptuous at best and there are others that feel the same.  Sometimes a good man isn’t a good Sheriff.”  That was about as much as Agatha knew on the subject.  It was simple gossip to be sure, but sometimes such things held some truth to them.  Then again if the local gossip was true Agatha consorted with demons, fornicated with woman and Indians and took the lord’s name in vain.<br/><br/>Agatha had noted Oswald’s approach probably before the others.  He was an inventor, a visionary and a stubborn old codger that frustrated her as much as she admired him.  The man was a genius, but an idealist and expected his ideals to be held by everyone else.  In reality she missed the collegium and was frustrated that she had not been admitted on a philosophical difference with the man.<br/><br/>When Elizabeth mentioned bringing Christian by she nodded enthusiastically.  She would love her him to meet her friends.  Spooky could be an ornery cuss when he wanted to, but around women he was often quiet, but still a gentleman.<br/><br/>Agatha waited for Onneca to help herself to a spoonful of honey before taking one of her own.  She loved honey and not because it was Onneca’s.  Agatha had always loved it and had been stung countless times once trying to get some from a bee’s nest on her own.  She had heard something about smoke calming the beasts and had made her own little smoke billowing machine to make an attempt at honey gathering.  She had not however learned much about prevailing winds at the time and a sudden shift left her smokeless and facing an angry swarm.  She’s had a slight fear of bees ever since.  However her fear of bees did not extend to honey which she still enjoyed immensely.<br/><br/>Yes she remembered the reporter from back east.  He was a persistent man that hounded her daily for stories of Christian “Spooky” Specter.  So she had obliged him.  She wove quite the tail of her friend’s adventures.  Much of it completely false, but there were snippets of truth sprinkled throughout that only she knew about.  She hadn’t expected that she or some facsimile of her would make into the stories.  Thankfully the man had disliked her name and called the woman Abigail.  She was however quite shocked that they had made it into print let alone all the way back to the Maze and into Elizabeth’s hands.<br/><br/>Her eyes momentarily grew wide when Elizabeth spoke.  She knew she was doing it on purpose to embarrass her, but that didn’t stop it from happening.  Onneca’s sly comment about wanting to read it made her cheeks blush before she was able to recover her composure.<br/><br/>“I am surprised Elizabeth hasn’t posted it in town square.” She said glancing at the dark eyes looking over her tea cup and wrinkled her pert little nose at Onneca.  “And contrary to what you might think Elizabeth, I don’t tell you everything.  What fun would these little moments be if I did?”  She wasn’t confirming she had done it, but she wasn’t denying it happened either.<br/><br/>The sounds coming from Onneca’s cup distracted her for a moment and she was about to ask Onneca if she was ok when she spoke up.  Her guard up she was able to keep the blush from growing when Onneca asked for details and she took a seat between her two friends and looked towards the pretty apothecary a sly look in her eye. “At least they got the hair right.  I think I could get used to being called a flame haired vixen.”  She said with a smile.  She had certainly been called much worse.  “And yes, Elizabeth, do tell us of my exploits.“<br/><br/>