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Inspired by Doctor Who’s “Turn Left”: Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you’d change. Something tiny (e.g. “and then Fay chose silver glitter instead of gold”) or big (e.g. “and then Rose was arrested instead of Jack”) and I’ll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.
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Davyn didn’t know where he was. Well, he was in a kennel, yes. He was in a locked kennel that had been moving for a while, that, yes. But the kennel wasn’t quite moving anymore. It felt like he was in a car – in a trunk, maybe? That would be awful – and the car was moving.
“Bark?” he tried quietly.
“Good puppy, that’s it.” The girl’s voice came from very close – like she was sitting next to Davyn’s kennel. But if she was there, who was driving?
“Listen, my parents are – ow, ow… oww.”
“Good puppies stay quiet, puppy. Now, what do you think I should call you?”
Davyn whined. He had a name. He had parents, who might actually miss him. He had a home, and this whole thing had been a horrible, awful, no-good plan.
“Let’s see. I think… Spots?”
No, no, whether or not he had freckles, he did NOT want to be Spots. Davyn whined louder, hoping he could get away with that much.
“Mmm. All right. I think Fleet. Fleet’s a good dog name, don’t you think?”
Davyn stayed quiet. There was nothing he could say to that. Heck, there was nothing he could say, period, not without getting zapped.
“That’s a good puppy. And here we are! We’re going to have so much fun, you and me, pup. Fleet. You’re going to be a good Fleet for me, aren’t you?”
What had he gotten himself into? Davyn stayed quiet, and hoped the crazy woman would at least remember to feed him.
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Okay, so for http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/878993.html (trope), I am creating a Whole New World!
Considering that pile of tropes, I am writing a romance/buddy comedy/something/detective story through space and possibly time. That means (lots of things, but for the moment, it means:) I have two protagonists, and because of my own pile of tropes (this is for fun, after all), one is male and one is female.
He is physically and possibly psychically stronger and bigger than her; she is likely smarter than him. He’s a criminal (but not irredeemable); she’s a bounty hunter.
That being said, I have nothing else determined about them, except that they are both “human”.
“Human” in this case, as this is a space story, covers a wide array of Roddenberry-alien-type modifications and alterations on a bilaterally symmetrical biped with the head on top, as well as a wide range of cultures.
So: what are their names, what do they look like, what can you tell me about their history? (I know a couple things about his and nothing about hers).
Edited to add: feel free to give me a single trait, like “he wears his hair in braids” or “she has green hair.”
* She’s fit and wears practical clothes.
* They’re travelling in her vehicle.
* Her father was a prostitute!
* She has naturally green hair but she dyes it orange.
* He has skull ridges/tentacles? that LOOK like braids.
* Assyra – female name
* Emmeth – male name
Or
* his name ends in an A
* She has a prehensile, forked tongue.
* He really loves orchestral music.
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