ShadowsOfParadox
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So... figured I might as well try to rewrite this one creative writing assignment I had in school once, I quite liked the result but it was in Word and I can't find it anymore. We were to write a one or two page short story off a prompt "Woman in the Airport meets someone (something about appearances)"... I mean, I suppose I could have done something really basic... but what I wound up doing was writing a meeting between a Vampire and a Dwarf... in a setting I put together purely for the story. Just so I could be vague as all hell about who the women were and why exactly they were fighting in an airport... You know, because twists! Anyway, the settings been sitting in my head ever since and it was pretty interesting to me, so I figured I might as well rewrite something like the original short and then keep writing in the setting whenever some part of it pops into my head. Don't expect lots of updates or any regularity in this thread... and sometimes it might just be where I'll put random musings on how the setting happened or what else might be changed by the whole, "Most Myths are true" baseline of the thing... Anyway, here's my rewriting of something like the original short story.
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She sat in the darkness, eyes focused on a glowing screen. Cat videos and people making fools of themselves occupied her time awaiting her flight. In her other hand, held carelessly, a sealed thermos. Occasionally she'd open it for a quick drink. Though she sat alone the room was rather larger than one might think for a private waiting room in an airport. But, well, that was just as well, it smelled strongly of dog. Even though she sat as far from the source of the scent as possible her nostrils still twitched with the scent, heavy and disturbing.
A shaft of light, a creaking of hinges. The door was opening. Her pupils still focused on the screen, her awareness expanded, silver and alcohol. She shifted, as if to find a more comfortable position. Knives flashed past, leaving her untouched. The unwelcome guest broke into a sprint, shining axe held high. Her toes shifted. Her guest ran under her airborne form. Fingers lashed out. She gripped the ceiling. Her guest looked up, directly into her eyes. In another time, another place, that would have been the end. As it was she twitched. Her guest's hurled explosive struck bare ceiling. Fortunate indeed that this sort of room was always just below the roof, with no wiring or plumbing going anywhere else anywhere near. Unofrtunately it was also noon. Sunlight streamed in and she now had much less room. On the other hand, her guest had stopped moving. Well, even as drunk as her guest was, you only kept moving after that particular light was on you if you were very confident indeed. And a dwarf was never going to be that confident.
Thing stayed like that, her, on the wall as far from the light as possible, her guest, frozen with a red dot on her forehead, for another few seconds before she heard it, the slithering sound of that particular cloth on itself. The human security was finally almost here. Another few moments of the slithering sound and the first of the officers entered the room.
Many things were said but the only parts she cared about were that they weren't suspicious of her speed and that the dwarf would be going back home until the dwarf was capable of proper functioning while drunk, or at least enough self control to stay just tipsy enough to not be a ball of uncontrollable rage. Her flight was still on schedule and the room would shortly have a light proof tarp over the roof. Back to waiting.
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This has a lot of editing to do before it matches the quality and length of the original but eh, it will suffice for now.
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She sat in the darkness, eyes focused on a glowing screen. Cat videos and people making fools of themselves occupied her time awaiting her flight. In her other hand, held carelessly, a sealed thermos. Occasionally she'd open it for a quick drink. Though she sat alone the room was rather larger than one might think for a private waiting room in an airport. But, well, that was just as well, it smelled strongly of dog. Even though she sat as far from the source of the scent as possible her nostrils still twitched with the scent, heavy and disturbing.
A shaft of light, a creaking of hinges. The door was opening. Her pupils still focused on the screen, her awareness expanded, silver and alcohol. She shifted, as if to find a more comfortable position. Knives flashed past, leaving her untouched. The unwelcome guest broke into a sprint, shining axe held high. Her toes shifted. Her guest ran under her airborne form. Fingers lashed out. She gripped the ceiling. Her guest looked up, directly into her eyes. In another time, another place, that would have been the end. As it was she twitched. Her guest's hurled explosive struck bare ceiling. Fortunate indeed that this sort of room was always just below the roof, with no wiring or plumbing going anywhere else anywhere near. Unofrtunately it was also noon. Sunlight streamed in and she now had much less room. On the other hand, her guest had stopped moving. Well, even as drunk as her guest was, you only kept moving after that particular light was on you if you were very confident indeed. And a dwarf was never going to be that confident.
Thing stayed like that, her, on the wall as far from the light as possible, her guest, frozen with a red dot on her forehead, for another few seconds before she heard it, the slithering sound of that particular cloth on itself. The human security was finally almost here. Another few moments of the slithering sound and the first of the officers entered the room.
Many things were said but the only parts she cared about were that they weren't suspicious of her speed and that the dwarf would be going back home until the dwarf was capable of proper functioning while drunk, or at least enough self control to stay just tipsy enough to not be a ball of uncontrollable rage. Her flight was still on schedule and the room would shortly have a light proof tarp over the roof. Back to waiting.
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This has a lot of editing to do before it matches the quality and length of the original but eh, it will suffice for now.