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I was going to ETA this onto my last entry, but the content of my last entry got in the way.
Short version: buzzy is attempting to write a fusion-fic based on due South (the adventures of a Mountie, his wolf and two cops named Ray) and Vamped (a vampire-novel nobody has read, but has awesome world-building and a sharp sense of humour) and so:
It all began with Ray’s Uncle Martin.
Marty works in a cubicle at the Blood Marketing Board and plans small acts of subversion. The first thing Ray remembers about Uncle Marty is the bat-stickers on his envelopes come every Christmas. It’s the kind of thing Marty does when he wants to get cute and annoy the hell out of every human in Illinois.
Ray Kowalski has never really got how people get so obsessed with beginnings.
Given that Rays’s a detective in the Chicago Police Department, it might be ironic that he spends his nights tracing things back to the start. Tracing bodies to when they were people, things before they were stolen and lives before they became eternal.
Ray Kowalski’s whole damn job is about beginnings and he still can’t find the one that saw him chase a criminal to the end of the world, all on the word of a Mountie with a life-style issue and a wolf with selective hearing.
That is the sum total of all of it. 200 words. There might even be a plot.
Short version: buzzy is attempting to write a fusion-fic based on due South (the adventures of a Mountie, his wolf and two cops named Ray) and Vamped (a vampire-novel nobody has read, but has awesome world-building and a sharp sense of humour) and so:
It all began with Ray’s Uncle Martin.
Marty works in a cubicle at the Blood Marketing Board and plans small acts of subversion. The first thing Ray remembers about Uncle Marty is the bat-stickers on his envelopes come every Christmas. It’s the kind of thing Marty does when he wants to get cute and annoy the hell out of every human in Illinois.
Ray Kowalski has never really got how people get so obsessed with beginnings.
Given that Rays’s a detective in the Chicago Police Department, it might be ironic that he spends his nights tracing things back to the start. Tracing bodies to when they were people, things before they were stolen and lives before they became eternal.
Ray Kowalski’s whole damn job is about beginnings and he still can’t find the one that saw him chase a criminal to the end of the world, all on the word of a Mountie with a life-style issue and a wolf with selective hearing.
That is the sum total of all of it. 200 words. There might even be a plot.