ParagonSs

Short Stories

Simply put, I, (The Player of Paragon, like to write things. sometimes I write little short stories and the like, and I'd rather not clutter up the character page with any significant text blocks. So here they go.

A Theoretical What If

A theoritical what if: A Shadowrun where Paragon is the ditzy distraction.

“Let. Me. In!” shouted Paragon.

The stereotypical looking Troll eyeballed Paragon, looking up and down the Elf with a gazing eye that would be associated with the type of person who would be examining jewels or meat.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, this place don’t look like your type to be here, no offense; You’re too ugly and small to be a Bunraku and you certainly ain’t a customer.”

“What!? No, I’m a secretary for -- Dirk Johnson, and if I don’t get to him immediately with *This* Package, then we’re obviously gonna have a problem when he burns the building down.”

The Troll tensed up, almost imperceptibly to most-everyone.

“Uh-huh.”

He crossed his arms, staring once more.

“You lie like a hobo in a dumpster, frag off before i make you frag off.”

“Fine, I’ll just go around you.”

For a moment, Paragon flickered once or twice as imperceptibly magics was drawn, and she began floating up in the air, floating upwards, presumably towards a open windor or the roof of the building. One hand was clutching the package while the other was reaching to the sky.

Right up until the Troll plainly grabbed the ankle of the woman, and threw her down wards to the wet concrete.

“Oh Drek, looks like I stained my nice wet floors with blood. Anyone who gets this Keeb away from my sight before I go round two of the geekening might even get in without a fleecing.”

The woman moaned in pain as she was promptly dragged off to a nice dumpster out of the rain and in a nice place so she could sulk long enough to recover from the plain beat down she had just been a recieved.

Putting her finger to her ear, she whispered something to the likes of “Status?” into the microlink in her ear.

“We’re in. That was hilarious by the way, I got the Trid-vid of that amazing show for later.” replied the nasally voice of the teams Decker.

“Fraaaaged uup. I never want to stand again.”

Like a smelly snake, something stirred to open the closed dumpster door, letting the light into the accommodations and revealing a muffled looking man.

“Frag-off, this is my dumpster, and I’m not gonna share to a loser.” slurred out the other occupant of said dumpster, who promptly began to take a gulp from the bag-concealed bottle in his hand.