pooh wrote:In the forge she told Oats to get ready with the axe in case she woke up a vampire. This was headology because she knew she wouldn't become a vampire.
pooh wrote:All witches know when they are going to die.
She knew she could get rid of the vampire badness in herself by placing it in something iron. This headology was to prepare Oats for later.
kakaze wrote:1. Becoming a vampire might just count as dying in a technical sense, since your body continues to operate. Unlike becoming a zombie (i.e. Windle Poons) who has to restart his body.
kakaze wrote:2. Granny did become a vampire, but was able to use her considerable willpower to completely resist the vampiric urges without resorting to odd habits such as coco, singsongs, and photography.
3. If #2 is true, then the axe was not if she woke up as a vampire, but in case she was unable to control the urges.
kakaze wrote:4. I thought Vlad scratched Agnes but didn't penetrate due to the disorentation that Granny was causing. Presumably penetration is needed for whatever is needed to become a vampire to get into you.
poohcarrot wrote:JAN, you practically agree with me entirely?
pooh wrote:Borrowing her own blood couldn't have been that difficult, and once she was there, the vampires did all the transferring by biting her.
pooh wrote:The hard part of borrowing is getting your mind into a moving, living creature. Once in, it's relatively easy to stay. That's why the "bees" was so good because Granny had to get her mind into a hundred different moving minds at the same time.
Jan Van Quirm wrote:She craved tea and started to talk like Granny (unintentionally and not mimicing her). He bit her properly.
Carpe Jugulum wrote: 'I'd say stupid!' said Lacrimosa. 'Little badges? Gifts? We don't give anything! We're vampiresl We take what we want, like this-'
She reached out, grabbed a man standing near her, and turned, mouth open and hair flying.
And stopped, as if she'd been frozen.
Then she buckled, one hand reaching for her throat, and glared at her father.
'What... did you do?' she gasped. 'My throat... feels... You did something!'
The Count rubbed his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'Lacci-'
'And don't call me thatl You know how I hate that!'
There was a brief scream from one of the lesser vampires behind them. Agnes couldn't remember his name, it was probably Fenrir or Maledicta or something, but she did recall that he preferred to be known as Gerald. He sagged to his knees, clawing at his throat. None of the other vampires looked very happy, either. A couple of them were kneeling and groaning, to the bewilderment of the citizens.
'I don't... feel very well,' said the Countess, swaying slightly. 'I did say I didn't think wine was a good idea...'
Lacrimosa leapt at her, but something else was wrong. Instead of gliding through the air like velvet death she lurched like a bird with a broken wing. But fury let her rear up in front of Agnes, one claw out to scratch-
Agnes hit her as hard as she could and felt Perdita get behind the blow as well. It shouldn't have been possible for it to connect, the girl was quick enough to run around Agnes three times before it could, but it did.
Agnes looked up at Vlad, who was staring in horror. Lacrimosa was surrounded by a closing ring of people.
'You'd better run,' she said, 'or they'll-'
He turned and lunged, and the last thing she saw was teeth.
Carpe Jugulum wrote: Light exploded.
And someone was about to hammer a stake through her heart.
'Stdt?' she said, knocking the hand away. She spluttered for a moment and then spat the lemon out of her mouth. 'Hey, stop that!' she tried again, this time with all the authority she could muster. 'What the heck are you doing? Do I look like a vampire?'
The man with the stake and mallet hesitated, and then tapped a finger to the side of his neck.
Agnes reached to hers, and found two raised weals.
'He must have missed!' she said, pushing the stake away and sitting up. 'Who took my stocking off? Who took off my left stocking? Is that boiling vinegar I can smell? What're all these poppyseeds doing poured down my bra? If it wasn't a woman who took my stocking off there's going to be some serious trouble, I can tell you!'
wikipedia.org wrote:Weals - A wheal or wheal response, also called a welt or weal (in the UK), is a firm, elevated swelling of the skin.
And as for Death popping up, in 5th Elephant and Last Continent Death pops up even though people are not dead, because of the uncertaintity principle.
Finally! By Jove I think he's got it! PMSLpoohcarrot wrote:So maybe on the journey with Oats she was so weak because she was trying to control all the vampires at the same time, whilst staying awake. Usually she is in a trance like state, seemingly dead, when she does borrowing. As each vampire died, she got stronger and stronger because she didn't have to control as many.
But Granny isn't subject to the uncertainty principle? Dream on then if it makes you happypooh wrote:And as for Death popping up, in 5th Elephant and Last Continent Death pops up even though people are not dead, because of the uncertaintity principle.
To make wheals/weals the skin has to be compromised in some way - scratched or grazed somehow. Her skin had been scratched. The villagers saw the marks and that's why Agnes wakes up to a stake and hammer, because they're not about to take any chances.kakaze wrote:wikipedia.org wrote:Weals - A wheal or wheal response, also called a welt or weal (in the UK), is a firm, elevated swelling of the skin.
I'd say it was all Agnis/Perdita or, if not, then Granny had put a bit of influence on her earlier like she did with Magrat in Genua.
Her mind's voice - Granny's words. Agnes had been imitating Granny's voice and mannerisms at little Esme's naming celebration all day and just before Vlad goes for her she'd done it again when the Count was trying to work out what was happening with none of them able to feed? But that's all Agnes and she DID have a need for tea like the other vampires started to get as well, but a little later on at the Castle when Granny's hold on them had gone in deep.CJ wrote:She felt the desire. It was tugging her forward like a current. Well she thought dreamily, at least I'll lose some weight... Yes, said Perdita, but all the eyeliner you'll have to wear must add a few pounds..........
......it was the shadow of words, the effect they leave in the mind after they have been said, and she felt her own voice rushing in to fill the shape that had appeared there. I... can't... be... having... with... this...
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