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[witchoftwominds]

She's trying. Honest she is.

Agnes is in the bar again, specifically, at the bar, working on some bread and cheese and a glass of lemonade.

She's in a fairly decent mood, which means she's unlikely to scream or cry at you. But the question is whether you want to take the chance.

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[not_one_drop]

People from the Disc, Mal has found, smell better.

And witches in particular, have that sort of tang to their scent.

So, one vampire, female, but gender line fuzzy, smiling at her.

"Discworld, right?"

[witchoftwominds]

She nods and smiles.

"That's right," she says happily. "You too, I... take it?"

The pause happens because somewhere in the back of Agnes' mind, an insistant little thin girl gives a mental poke. That's not a human, Perdita warns.

[not_one_drop]

"Yeah."

A cheerful smile. "It's been a while since I saw someone from..." cocks her head to one side, "Lancre?"

Looks puzzled, now. "Hang on...you're Agnes?"

[witchoftwominds]

Bet you didn't think a fat girl could move that fast, did you?

She's off her stool, two steps back, brandishing her knife, and quite possibly growling.

"Back off, bloodsucker. Vlad tell you about me? He tell you you wouldn't be the first one I've dropped, too?"

[not_one_drop]

Mal has been jumpy since Sands planted the knife in her ribcage. So she's back as well, sword out and ready.

"Ex-bloodsucker, thanks. And yes, Vlad told me a little."

But there's not just rage in her eyes. Something frightened. She's only eighty-nine.

[witchoftwominds]

"Well, the prospect that I've become a subject for vampire gossip just thrills me to no end, I can tell you. You're not getting inside my head, so don't you even try it. I'm still a witch, and I'm a darn-- a damn sight stronger than when Vlad messed with me."

The point of the knife stays steady, but just below the surface, Agnes is shaking. This is not what she needed today.

[not_one_drop]

"I'm not going to try it."

Sighs, shakes her head, sheathing the sword. "I promise. I'm reformed."

This was not what she needed, either. And she looks...sad.

"I'm sorry. I'll go."

[witchoftwominds]

Agnes puts the knife back on the table and looks guiltily at the vampire.

"No, look, it's all right. I'm sorry, too. You... startled me when you knew my name."

[not_one_drop]

"He...told me about you."

A small smile, or an attempt at one. "You startled me as well. Judging by his...description, I'd thought you might not care."

[witchoftwominds]

She frowns, sitting back down and motioning for Mal to do the same.

"I can just imagine what he'd have to say," she says icily. "So, what's your name, then?"

[not_one_drop]

Mal does, after a second, laughing softly.

"I think he was bragging. I'm younger by a fair bit."

Smiles, offers a hand. "Maladicta. Most call me Mal."

[witchoftwominds]

"Oooh," she growls. "If I ever see him again, I am so cutting his head off."

Agnes shakes Mal's hand.

"So, what exactly does the bloodvine have to say about 'that fat witch'?"

[not_one_drop]

"It's not permanent."

A quick smile. "Nothing bad. He was rather infatuated."

[witchoftwominds]

"Of course not. But by the time he gets that head back, he might not want it anymore," she says sweetly.

"I can do without that sort of infatuation."

[not_one_drop]

A laugh, open. "My. He didn't tell me about the sadistic streak."

[witchoftwominds]

"I'm surprised at that, considering he's the one most responsible for it."