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section7mfuPrompt word: Cascade
Prompt colour: Blue
Word count: 823
Something Different
Blue sparks danced across the metal grille on the floor towards them, and Napoleon and Illya jumped back smartly out of the way. There was only one way in or out so at least they had Gwinnett trapped...if trapping a mad man in an electrified suit could be counted as good in any way...
"Haha, THRUSH cannot stop me, UNCLE cannot stop me, I am invincible!"
Napoleon and Illya exchanged a look of resignation. THRUSH hadn't really tried to stop him. They had simply sent a rather exasperated message to UNCLE to the effect that one of their low level minions had gone rogue, stolen a prototype from a failed project and started robbing banks while proclaiming his superiority, and wasn't that the sort of thing UNCLE was supposed to put a stop to?
As much as he disliked the thought of doing THRUSH a favour, it kind of was. So far no one had been hurt in the course of this deluded Lex Luthor impersonation, but it was only a matter of time.
"If you are invincible, why are you wasting time robbing banks?" Illya called out.
Napoleon raised an eyebrow. "What do you want him to do, try to take over the world?"
"All the reports suggest he is extremely vain and insecure," Illya muttered back. "I am hoping we can keep him talking until he becomes distracted and makes a mistake."
Well, that made a certain amount of sense. Apparently Gwinnett's suit was too thick for sleep darts to penetrate, so they needed a different plan - one that didn't involve walking straight up to be electrocuted.
"I am showing the world that nothing is safe from me!" Gwinnett yelled back. "All my life everyone has looked down on me. And now they can't even defend their property from me!"
"All property is theft," Illya argued, and if nothing else, spouting Marxist doctrine at the would-be supervillain was bound to be confusing.
Hmm. Gwinnett's vanity meant that he wanted to be taken seriously. He wanted to be the only thing in the room that mattered. Perhaps that was what they should be using - or misusing. "If you really believed that, then why are you so annoyed at me taking that dougnut from your desk?" he asked loudly.
Illya looked over at him quickly, then nodded. "All theft is also theft," he said severely.
Napoleon grinned.
"Hey!" Gwinnett said sharply, sounding a little closer than he had before. "Are you listening to me?"
"Of course, of course," Napoleon shouted soothingly. "Evil plot, can't be foiled, invincible....We've got it. Listen do you think that we're going to be done here by six? We both have a date tonight."
"I do not recall telling you my plans for this evening?" Illya said, as they moved into position.
"Ah, well, you see, Carlie Lyons agreed to go out with me as long as I had a friend for her friend," he explained.
"No," Illya said shortly. "I do not need to be set up, and I do not like blind dates. As well you know. Find another friend for her friend."
"Well..." Napoleon said slowly. "The thing about that is..."
"Her 'friend' asked for me specifically," Illya guessed, narrowing his eyes. "Which means I must know her. Who?"
"Grace Downes," he admitted.
The glare Illya turned on him was as shocking as Gwinnett's electric suit. "The one who says my accent is 'adorable' and keeps asking if I need help getting around the city? No. Not a chance, my friend. I would say you should be ashamed of yourself for trying to trick me, but I doubt you have it in you."
"Hey, that's not fair," he began, but that was the point it became clear that they'd finally managed to frustrate Gwinnett into action.
"You will regret ignoring meeeeeee....." he shouted as he charged round the corner, his battle cry descending into an incoherent wail as they blasted him full force with a fire hose.
Electricity crackled through the wayer in a cascade of sparks and tiny flames, but they had come prepared, safely dressed in thick, insulated rubber boots and gloves.
"Is he alive?" Napoleon asked after a moment, as the smoke cleared, revealing Gwinnett lying on his back and staring up at the vaulted ceiling.
Illya prodded him with the toe of his boot. "Yes," he said after a second. "The suit is very well insulated. I would say he is merely dazed. And very, very surprised."
Good. Napoleon clicked his tongue, shaking his head sadly. "And to think these days 'invincible' means 'can be easily defeated by rubber boots'. Good thinking, tovarisch. This was, after all, your plan."
"Hmmm." Illya looked at him. "I do not care how you flatter me, I am still not going on a date with Miss Downes."
He sighed. "Some people can be so selfish," he told Gwinnett gloomily.
The would-be-villain groaned.
Prompt colour: Blue
Word count: 823
Something Different
Blue sparks danced across the metal grille on the floor towards them, and Napoleon and Illya jumped back smartly out of the way. There was only one way in or out so at least they had Gwinnett trapped...if trapping a mad man in an electrified suit could be counted as good in any way...
"Haha, THRUSH cannot stop me, UNCLE cannot stop me, I am invincible!"
Napoleon and Illya exchanged a look of resignation. THRUSH hadn't really tried to stop him. They had simply sent a rather exasperated message to UNCLE to the effect that one of their low level minions had gone rogue, stolen a prototype from a failed project and started robbing banks while proclaiming his superiority, and wasn't that the sort of thing UNCLE was supposed to put a stop to?
As much as he disliked the thought of doing THRUSH a favour, it kind of was. So far no one had been hurt in the course of this deluded Lex Luthor impersonation, but it was only a matter of time.
"If you are invincible, why are you wasting time robbing banks?" Illya called out.
Napoleon raised an eyebrow. "What do you want him to do, try to take over the world?"
"All the reports suggest he is extremely vain and insecure," Illya muttered back. "I am hoping we can keep him talking until he becomes distracted and makes a mistake."
Well, that made a certain amount of sense. Apparently Gwinnett's suit was too thick for sleep darts to penetrate, so they needed a different plan - one that didn't involve walking straight up to be electrocuted.
"I am showing the world that nothing is safe from me!" Gwinnett yelled back. "All my life everyone has looked down on me. And now they can't even defend their property from me!"
"All property is theft," Illya argued, and if nothing else, spouting Marxist doctrine at the would-be supervillain was bound to be confusing.
Hmm. Gwinnett's vanity meant that he wanted to be taken seriously. He wanted to be the only thing in the room that mattered. Perhaps that was what they should be using - or misusing. "If you really believed that, then why are you so annoyed at me taking that dougnut from your desk?" he asked loudly.
Illya looked over at him quickly, then nodded. "All theft is also theft," he said severely.
Napoleon grinned.
"Hey!" Gwinnett said sharply, sounding a little closer than he had before. "Are you listening to me?"
"Of course, of course," Napoleon shouted soothingly. "Evil plot, can't be foiled, invincible....We've got it. Listen do you think that we're going to be done here by six? We both have a date tonight."
"I do not recall telling you my plans for this evening?" Illya said, as they moved into position.
"Ah, well, you see, Carlie Lyons agreed to go out with me as long as I had a friend for her friend," he explained.
"No," Illya said shortly. "I do not need to be set up, and I do not like blind dates. As well you know. Find another friend for her friend."
"Well..." Napoleon said slowly. "The thing about that is..."
"Her 'friend' asked for me specifically," Illya guessed, narrowing his eyes. "Which means I must know her. Who?"
"Grace Downes," he admitted.
The glare Illya turned on him was as shocking as Gwinnett's electric suit. "The one who says my accent is 'adorable' and keeps asking if I need help getting around the city? No. Not a chance, my friend. I would say you should be ashamed of yourself for trying to trick me, but I doubt you have it in you."
"Hey, that's not fair," he began, but that was the point it became clear that they'd finally managed to frustrate Gwinnett into action.
"You will regret ignoring meeeeeee....." he shouted as he charged round the corner, his battle cry descending into an incoherent wail as they blasted him full force with a fire hose.
Electricity crackled through the wayer in a cascade of sparks and tiny flames, but they had come prepared, safely dressed in thick, insulated rubber boots and gloves.
"Is he alive?" Napoleon asked after a moment, as the smoke cleared, revealing Gwinnett lying on his back and staring up at the vaulted ceiling.
Illya prodded him with the toe of his boot. "Yes," he said after a second. "The suit is very well insulated. I would say he is merely dazed. And very, very surprised."
Good. Napoleon clicked his tongue, shaking his head sadly. "And to think these days 'invincible' means 'can be easily defeated by rubber boots'. Good thinking, tovarisch. This was, after all, your plan."
"Hmmm." Illya looked at him. "I do not care how you flatter me, I am still not going on a date with Miss Downes."
He sighed. "Some people can be so selfish," he told Gwinnett gloomily.
The would-be-villain groaned.
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Date: 2016-02-08 09:52 pm (UTC)