RE: That name post

Fiyero brought up a good (if spoilery!) point in IRC the other night, so I decided to put my explanation here, in case anyone else was wondering.

The name itself? Entirely non-canon. It was taken, as it were, from this bit:

He was short and quite slim, which was fairly usual in a country where it was rare to get enough food to make you fat. But he dressed in black and expensively, like an aristocrat; he even had a sword. The sergeant was, therefor, looking worried. Clearly a man could get into trouble talking wrong to a nob who might have important friends.

"You sure you've come to the right place, sir?" he said.

"Yes, Sergeant. I wish to enlist."

Sergeant Jackrum shifted uneasily. "Yes, sir, but I'm sure a gentlman like you-"

"Are you going to enlist me or not, Sergeant?"

"Not usual for a gentleman to enlist as a common soldier, sir," mumbled the sergeant.

"What you mean, Sergeant, is: is anyone after me? Is there a price of my head? And the answer is no."

"How about a mob with pitchforks?" said Corporal Strappi. "He's a bloody vampire, Sarge! Anyone can see that! He's a Black Ribboner! Look, he's got the badge!"

"Which says 'Not One Drop,'" said the young man calmly. "Not one drop of human blood, Sergeant. A prohibition I have accepted for almost two years, thakns fo the League of Temperance. Of course, if you have a personal objection, Sergeant, you only need to give it to me in writing."

Which was quite a clever thing to say, Polly thought. Those clothes cost serious money. Most of the vampire families were highly nobby. You never knew who was connected to who . . . not just to who, in fact, but to whom. "Whoms" were likely to be far more trouble than your common, everyday "who." The sergeant was looking fown a mile of rough road.

"Got to move with the times, Corporal," he said, deciding not to go there. "And we certainly need the men."

"Yeah, but s'posin' he wants to suck all my blood out in the middle of the night?" said Strappi.

"Well, he'll just have to wait until Private Igor's finished looking for your brain, won't he?" snapped the sergeant. "Sign here, mister."

The pen scratched on the paper. After a minute of two, the vampire turned the paper over and continued writing on the other side. Vampires had long names.

"But you can call me Maladict," he said, dropping the pen back in the inkwell.

( And the spoilery bit of explanation under the cut and whited-out )

And tangentially related...

Relative to Enjolras, I'm playing a little more fast and loose with the nature of Mal's canon. Just because of, you know, the nature of the beast. Les Misérables is all reality-based and grand and such. Discworld is largely comic and pretty damn meta at times.

So... that's it!