No catchy name for the story yet; maybe I'll brainstorm with Kevin later on it-- Things that Don't Even Come Back Around, so that the ridiculous title of this blog actually starts making sense?, but-- our protagonist (no catchy name for him yet either) is a regular bloke with a lot fairly boring problems, who happens to have a few fairly interesting problems as well. He works in the espionage business, for whatever government exists in the Realms outside our own...
I figure there's a lot of stuff out there about supernatural detectives, but not much about any other profession, even ones remotely similar, such as supernatural lawyer, or supernatural spy. I have ideas on both of those subjects, but we'll focus on the latter for now. He's a spy.
He has the supernatural, curse of sorts, that he's basically supernaturally attractive to whatever supernatural danger goes out looking to cause trouble. Fortunately, he also has a supernatural, blessing, but there are better words for these; I'll look it up later. He would have been killed a long time ago without it. He has the power- if he so desires- to extricate himself from any supernatural danger. It's not always easy, but it's always possible. If he wants to get out, and sometimes he doesn't. His powers don't allow him to slip out of non-supernatural (natural?) trouble, though, so there's a lot of pretty jacked-up stuff going down at his day job too, which he finds it isn't so easy to extricate himself from. So, that's it. That's the character. There's a whole lot more juicy stuff coming too, but everything in its time.
The computer's acting all stupid right now... Taking forever to respond to anything... It's the first day and already I need to pull out contingencies. That's alright. This post in the end has been worked on from three separate consoles- PC, Tablet, and now finally laptop. Alright.
It's a great thing to do when your computer is old and the internet or anything takes forever to load- I've got a couple of paperbacks next to the computer, and I can make some insane headway into them while I'm waiting. Better than just sitting there doing nothing with your time. Before I moved here I could soak up Bram Stoker's Dracula... figure that's an acceptable use of my clocked-in time.
The original dream that inspired all this- well, it's hard to distinguish what's actually part of the dream and what I extrapolated/added upon when I was getting that sizzling baconstrip down, but it pretty much went along these lines, the one or two images distinctly from the dream there.
- There's a man in his car, or a car that's not necessarily his, in the back seat. It's like a sedan. A vampire materializes in a burst of yellow supernatural portal light, and tries to force its way through the window at him. The man's some kind of magnet for such supernatural danger- entire throngs of creatures from the unseen realm would really like to get at him.
- Meanwhile, Burn Notice! Michael Weston running around doing rad spy stuff. Very probably entirely unrelated.
It makes sense, though- all the great supernatural greats were inspired by dreams: Frankenstein... er... Twilight... Maybe one or two more... Terminator?
Well, that's 9:30, and that's time- I hope that these will be more than just blogposts about the story, and I'll start getting the stuff itself up.
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