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This morning's plot bunny
Sep. 10th, 2015 10:10 amThe Ladykillers, as urban fantasy, where it turns out Mrs Lopsidhed is the big surprise.
She's been keeping the mortal police updated on the doings of faerie for decades, of course, and it's terribly polite of them to leave such matters in her hands so often. And now they say that mortals don't want their money back. Well, they'd know best, of course.
Her claiming her knowe in the first place, getting it back from some kind of dark and nasty, leading a police raid where they ignore her advice and go in the sun side, dark side, and the in between at once, leaving her and a lady police officer to guard the front door. Well the go in themselves, by the correct forms, and between them manage quite the binding. This new fangled 'plastic' turns out to be the blood of the dead after millions of years. Who knew? Powerful stuff, though.
Her running a guest house and being the local Miss Marple for the sidhe side. I've seen a bazillion urban fantasies based on the kind of private eye books where they stumble around being attacked until they figure out who by. I haven't seen any based on the other sorts of detective. Well, one Sherlock Holmes mixed with very dark mythos, but the logical forensics sort is tricky to do when magic is in play. The lady who really really knows her community and can tap her social network for most anything would translate much simpler.
She's been keeping the mortal police updated on the doings of faerie for decades, of course, and it's terribly polite of them to leave such matters in her hands so often. And now they say that mortals don't want their money back. Well, they'd know best, of course.
Her claiming her knowe in the first place, getting it back from some kind of dark and nasty, leading a police raid where they ignore her advice and go in the sun side, dark side, and the in between at once, leaving her and a lady police officer to guard the front door. Well the go in themselves, by the correct forms, and between them manage quite the binding. This new fangled 'plastic' turns out to be the blood of the dead after millions of years. Who knew? Powerful stuff, though.
Her running a guest house and being the local Miss Marple for the sidhe side. I've seen a bazillion urban fantasies based on the kind of private eye books where they stumble around being attacked until they figure out who by. I haven't seen any based on the other sorts of detective. Well, one Sherlock Holmes mixed with very dark mythos, but the logical forensics sort is tricky to do when magic is in play. The lady who really really knows her community and can tap her social network for most anything would translate much simpler.