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ibonekoenDay 18 - What would your protagonist do if they saw your antagonist on the street?
What would I, Joseph, do if I saw Alessandro on the street? I’d turn around and walk away. I try to avoid confrontations with my maker as much as possible. They never seem to end up well for those around me. If he chose to follow me, of course I’d have to interact with him then. He tends to bring out the sarcasm in me. He also brings out this urge to rebel, to defy his every command. So there would probably be some words exchanged, heated and otherwise.
Day 19 – What would your antagonist do if they saw your protagonist on the street?
Well, Alessandro is temperamental so you can never really predict his actions but if I had to wager a guess, I’d say he’d approach me and find something to taunt me with, some way to needle me until I snap at him. I’m ashamed to say it but he knows all my buttons and just how to press them.
Day 20 – Demonstrate a character and their best friend and/or love interest interacting as they most commonly do.
Day 21 – What is a character’s deepest desire?
My deepest desire? Ah, well… Ha! Well, I can tell you what Zander’s deepest desire would be – not communicating with ghosts. He acts happy-go-lucky about the thing most of the time, but I know how taxing his ability can be on him. No one should be surrounded by that much death on a daily basis.
Days 22 & 23
What would I, Joseph, do if I saw Alessandro on the street? I’d turn around and walk away. I try to avoid confrontations with my maker as much as possible. They never seem to end up well for those around me. If he chose to follow me, of course I’d have to interact with him then. He tends to bring out the sarcasm in me. He also brings out this urge to rebel, to defy his every command. So there would probably be some words exchanged, heated and otherwise.
Day 19 – What would your antagonist do if they saw your protagonist on the street?
Well, Alessandro is temperamental so you can never really predict his actions but if I had to wager a guess, I’d say he’d approach me and find something to taunt me with, some way to needle me until I snap at him. I’m ashamed to say it but he knows all my buttons and just how to press them.
Day 20 – Demonstrate a character and their best friend and/or love interest interacting as they most commonly do.
Zander cast a dubious glance around the split-level room Joseph had led him into, and he licked his lips. Joseph had assured him they were going to a hip, new club that had opened, and he’d always trusted his friend but… “Hey, Joseph, are you sure this is the right place? I mean, it looks pretty deserted – not to mention, rundown – and we’re the only ones here.”
“Mm, yeah, we had to make a pit stop.” Joseph glanced around carefully before picking his way through the debris littering the floor. “Don’t worry though, the club I promised you is still on the agenda.”
Zander sighed and rolled his eyes. “You know I hate this cloak-and-dagger shit, Joseph. Besides, I thought you gave up cutting back alley deals to get blood bank stock.” He nudged a flattened cardboard box with the toe of his shoe and then regretted it immediately as a mouse skittered out from under the cardboard. He sprang back with a girlish yelp, hands drawn in against his chest.
Joseph whirled at the noise and then snort-chuckled at the sight of the mouse. “Relax, Zand, it’s only a mouse. He’s probably more scared of you than you are of him.”
Zander glared at his friend and cleared his throat, shuddering a little. He hadn’t seen where the mouse had run off to, and he swept the surrounding area with cautious eyes. “Seriously though, what are we doing here?”
“Reconnaissance.”
Zander’s brow furrowed. “Since when did you become a military task force?”
Joseph ignored him, flexing his fingers as he walked over behind the remnants of the bar. The shelves on the wall, which had once held bottles of alcohol, had long since fallen into disrepair and started falling down, but he wasn’t interested in them. He knelt down behind the bar, feeling around underneath the compartments and shelves. His face lit up as his fingers brushed something round and smooth, raised from the surface of the wood, and he stabbed his finger upward into it, excitement flooding him.
Zander jumped in surprise, inhaling sharply, as a portion of the wall across from the bar suddenly swung open, and he blinked as he found himself staring at a cubbyhole filled with shelving. “What the-”
Joseph breezed past his friend and went straight for the cubbyhole, running his fingertips over bottle labels and mentally cataloging them. Finally, he expelled a heavy sigh of relief. “Good, it’s all here.” He extended his hand toward Zander, waving his fingers insistently in a ‘gimme’ gesture. “The cooler, if you please, Zander.”
Zander gave a confused blink and then glanced down at the Rubbermaid™ cooler Joseph had shoved into his hands moments before they’d entered the building. He’d thought it a strange item to bring to a club, but Joseph had certain eccentricities that Zander chose to overlook. He moved forward, holding the cooler up, and as he got closer to the cubbyhole, he realized that he could feel cool air billowing out into the room. “It’s refrigerated? Are you serious?”
Joseph gave him a blank look as he took the cooler from him and set it on the floor. “Frozen, actually. Otherwise the blood would be no good. Keeping it frozen like this, it keeps for a long time. This particular batch is just over five years old.” He lifted the cooler’s lid and then began packing the bottles into the ice that filled the compartment.
Zander’s eyes widened, not sure whether to be repulsed or amazed, and then he frowned. “Wait, so how did you know that this was here?”
Joseph laughed as he continued to pack the cooler full. “How did I- Zander, I put it here. When the club closed after a fire ripped through the place three years ago, I got worried. I thought I’d lost this, and I couldn’t come and check on it immediately because it would’ve looked suspicious.” He grinned as he tucked the last bottle away and closed the lid of the cooler. “There. Now we’re ready to go.”
“Right, ‘cause coming into a club that was destroyed years ago is the height of subtlety.” Zander snorted and shook his head. “What’s so special about this blood anyway? I thought vampires preferred it fresh and, you know, from a live victim.”
Joseph hoisted the cooler up, pursing his lips. “This blood is special. It was drained from holy shamans of the Ngawi tribe. It’s said to have magical properties.” He headed toward the door, leaving Zander staring after him for a few long moments.
Eventually, Zander shook himself out of his trance, blinking rapidly, and then ran after Joseph. “So, wait, you realize how insane you sound, right? Mystic blood drained from holy shamans of what tribe?”
Joseph sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. “Zander, I never said that I thought it was magical. The vampire that I stole it from did though, and since I’ve made it my mission to make their undead life hell, I go around, stealing their prized possessions when I get the chance.”
Zander gave a slow nod. “Right, because that’s totally normal and sane, Joseph.” He shook his head, grumbling under his breath about vampires who’ve lost their minds and wondering if they made a funny farm for fanged freaks.
“I heard that!”
Day 21 – What is a character’s deepest desire?
My deepest desire? Ah, well… Ha! Well, I can tell you what Zander’s deepest desire would be – not communicating with ghosts. He acts happy-go-lucky about the thing most of the time, but I know how taxing his ability can be on him. No one should be surrounded by that much death on a daily basis.
Days 22 & 23
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