#reginald shoe

[chechula]

Reg(Undead yes, unperson no) and Visit(-The-Infidel-With-Explanatory-Pamphlets), on their way to do some activism in the streets of Ankh-Morpkpork ♥ for Ari ♥

[mr-sardelli]

Night Watch - A couple of some really old illustrations for Reg Shoe and the barricades on Whalebone Lane

He’d been aware of eyes boring into him, and now he traced the rays back to source, a young man with black trousers, a frilly shirt and long curly hair.

‘Aha, you’ve got secret files on me, eh?’ said Reg, with terrifying happiness.

...Reg raised a fist in salute and carried a table to the new barricade with revolutionary speed...

[artbypontpilat]

Reggie Shoe. A character from Terry Pratchett's Discworld books. It turns out I've actually drawn a lot of characters! They're all endless.

Реджи Башмак. Персонаж книг Терри Пратчетта "Плоский мир". Оказывается я действительно много персонажей нарисовал) они все не заканчиваются и не заканчиваются)

[justafterjericho]

Here's my discworld folder for music sheets. À la - what I did during my summer singing camp at the and of August. But hey it did wake up my artistic soul, even though not the type it was arming at xD.

[oops-im-the-dm]

Aforementioned little shits. From left to right, Appa, Lucy (the) Lawless, and Reginald Shoe (called Reggie). Reggie did play with a d20 last night and rolled a 19. She used that roll to attack my feet under the blankets with some success, although the damage was minimal.

[disworl]

Good morning to really suspcious bastards with too many titles, displaced romantic fantasy protagonists, ethical yet conflicted werewolves, natural sergeants with presumably persuasive handwriting, former extreme-bouncer trolls, badass dragon breeders, transgender alchemist dwarves, enthusiastic turtle worshippers, undead activists, atheist golems, tiny bird-pilots, modern mad-scientist assistants, and Nobby Nobbses.

[burnsopale]

🏝 Share your favorite description of a setting.

I got two requests for this one, so here's a whole fic! After reading Night Watch, I was thinking about who, other than Vetinari, might recognise Keel in the present...

Title: Recognition Characters: Sam Vimes, Fred Colon, Reg Shoe Words: 700 Summary: The Watch House of Treacle Mine Road is rebuilt.

There was a tremendous cheer as the lamp was lit for the first time, creating a pool of golden light that pushed the settling twilight back from the brand new stoop. The band struck up a march, and people began to mill around to get their sausages and beer, laughing and chatting.

Vimes stood looking up at the rebuilt Watch house of Treacle Mine Road. It had been his workplace for many, many years after the revolution, and yet it was that fateful week that seemed to rise in his vision now. The air was heavy with the scent of lilacs (Was it a coincidence that it had taken a year to finish the rebuilding? It was hard to tell with Vetinari). He half expected the old ghosts to come walking out of the open door. The bricks and timber were new, but what do you know, they’d managed to make the doorframe crooked this time too.

“Eh, Reg?” said Fred behind him. “You alright, man?”

Vimes turned to look, and met Reginald Shoe’s shocked, wide-open eyes. Two tears ran down the zombie’s cheeks, unnoticed. He was staring straight at Vimes.

“S-sergeant?” Reg stammered, voice raw with confused emotion.

And Vimes realised that the scenery had conspired against him. Framed against the old Watch house, with the lilacs blooming in the darkening yard and the lamp shining over the door, he was himself a ghost, and Reg, who was connected to the past by a body that had stood still since his death, recognised him.

Vimes glanced at Colon, but he didn’t look to be picking up anything, thankfully. Just to be sure, though, Vimes grabbed Reg by the arm and pulled him some distance away. “Now, Reg, this isn’t-”

Reg’s eyes kept darting up and down him until Vimes feared they would pop out of their sockets. “You-! How can you be-?”

“I know what it looks like-”

But then Reg looked up at him and drew a sobbing breath, and big fat tears began to roll down his cheeks, and he closed his eyes and grimaced as the weeping took him, his shoulders shaking, and what could Vimes do? Not lie, that was for sure.

“It’s alright, lad,” he said. “I get that it’s confusing.”

“I thought I was back.” Oh, how much horror could be contained in five short words.

Vimes grimaced; he knew the feeling. “It was the incident up at the university, when we were chasing Carcer. I’ll explain it some other time, but you don’t have to worry about it, Reg; I’m Sam Vimes. Always have been.”

Reg wiped his grey cheeks with shaking hands. “And you let me into the Watch, even knowing how I ...” He sniffed. “I just hope I make a better watchman than I did a revolutionary.”

Vimes patted him awkwardly on the back. “You do, Reg. Already do.”

“You were right, back then.” He sounded ashamed. “What did we win? I should have gone for the hardboiled egg.”

“No!” Vimes grabbed his shoulders, made the man meet his eyes. “It isn’t wrong to fight for change, Reg. Alright, so Snapcase was more of the same, but ...” He looked around to make sure the Patrician was nowhere around to hear. “Then we got Vetinari. Change did come.”

“But not because of me,” Reg said, smiling through his tears.

“Then you start today. We may not be dying under a paranoid psychopath anymore, but we’ve got plenty to do. We’ve got crimes to stop, lives to save, and you’re a watchman now, Reg, so it’s your job.”

Reg sniffed again, took a breath, stepped back and saluted. “Yes, Sir.”

“And for the love of all things buried, don’t tell anyone. Not Fred, not Nobby, no one. They don’t need to know.”

Reg nodded.

Vimes cleared his throat. “Now come on, you old sop, let’s go see what it looks like inside.”

They picked up Fred and Carrot and Angua and Cheery on the way, and Fred took Reg off Vimes’ hands and lent the man a hankie.

“Aye,” Fred said, patting Reg’s back and getting misty-eyed himself. “It gets you like that.”

Yes, it does, thought Vimes, as he stepped across the threshold into their new old Watch house.

[needsmoarlizards]

In which Reg Shoe is Important, and I get a bit Personal about him

Okay, so please consider: Reginald Shoe as a metaphor for the city of Ankh-Morpork and its development post-The Glorious 25th.

(Super long so it’s under a cut!)

The way he’s described in Night Watch is, essentially, as an idealist with no actual practical skills to apply those ideals to real life/affecting any real change, so he prefers to live out the glory with none of the effort, consequences, or expenses. This...does not work out for him.

He is naive, and he dies from his naiveté, just like those who wanted change that night were naive for believing in Snapcase, and the city suffers as a result. But this is where Reg’s rebirth becomes important: maybe the first attempt to change things doesn’t work out so well...but you get a second chance (Hey, Havelock~) to make better choices (WOW LOOK A THEME THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE DISCWORLD SERIES SO ACE AWESOME COOL).

It’s like the very continued existence of Reg as a zombie is a metaphor for Ankh-Morpork saying: you knock me down, I’ll get right back up, broken and bloodied and maybe even rotting a little, but still working and also pushing everyone else to get better and be better as well. And I will be annoying as hell, at first. But then, more and more citizens will listen to me, so I will get stronger. And I will succeed.

On the cover of Night Watch, you see him looking like a foppish dandy, and then as stated above you learn that, at least brains-wise, he doesn’t have much going on (SORRY REG I LOVE YOU BUT YOU’RE NOT THE MOST BOOK SMART, YOU ARE HEART SMART YOU BABE).

Consider this: at the time, Ankh-Morpork may have looked rad/like the best soft child from the outside/upper echelons, but as soon as you scratch the surface, you see everything that’s wrong with it.

Reg’s real character development, much like the city’s, comes after he is killed and “reborn” (the city’s comes after Snapcase is killed and Vetinari begins the “rebirth” of A-M).

Then, he becomes an active advocate for change, much like changing attitudes with Ankh-Morpork itself as it becomes a more diverse and metropolitan area.

See also: when Visit asks if Reg worries about ‘his immortal soul’, Reg replies: "It's the state of my immortal body that's worrying me."  i.e. “I’m more worried about the present and what’s going on right here.”

This is just like Ankh-Morpork as a whole operates on “Okay, let’s deal with this thing right now, and think about the future later.”

Worry about the intangible later, we have actual tangible stuff happening right now (insert thoughts about secularism in Ankh-Morpork here).

His representation of the undead is also kind of metaphorical if you consider the quote “Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it”.

However, he’s also kind of a visual allegory for “the past”, given that he’s a zombie, and he died on the Glorious 25th. We know that he likes to “unbury” himself in solidarity with the other six dead.

This is in parallel to when (in fact, it happens right before) Sam and Vetinari reminisce about what happened that night and agreeing that nothing ostentatious should be done to celebrate.

Reg’s little show of remembrance is like a direct metaphor for “we remember, we just don’t make a song and dance of it, it’s cool” - a very Ankh-Morpork way of doing things (and a very Vimes and Vetinari way of doing things).

However, it is also a sign that the city itself is being reborn, whilst also remembering the past actions/events that helped cause that rebirth.

So, in conclusion: apparently, the city is a man, the man is the city. And that man, is Reg Shoe.