Laughing Off Key - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A fledgling ode to Mary Sue...
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“I see April is preparing for her undercover assignment.”

Illya glanced at Miss Dancer, glad to know her actions were the result of a mission requirement, not a personality default.

“What sort of mission would require her to act like … that?”

The Russian pointed towards a circle of men surrounding Agent Dancer as she laughed in an unnatural key.

“Mmm… something called the Mary Sue Affair.  I think she’s going in as an imitation of herself.”

The blond glanced sideways at his partner.

“Napoleon, please explain what that means.”

“I don’t know. But, I’ll be glad when it’s over.”

Laughing Off Key - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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 “I see April is preparing for her undercover assignment.”

Illya glanced at Miss Dancer, glad to know her actions were the result of a mission requirement, not a personality default.

“What sort of mission would require her to act like … that?”

The Russian pointed towards a circle of men surrounding Agent Dancer as she laughed in an unnatural key.

“Mmm… something called the Mary Sue Affair.  I think she’s going in as an imitation of herself.”

The blond glanced sideways at his partner.

“Napoleon, please explain what that means.”

“I don’t know. But, I’ll be glad when it’s over.”

Picfic Tuesday 02-05 : A Strange Kind Of Revolution

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Solo and Kuryakin made their way to the commissary to see what was on offer for lunch. Bypassing the ‘Tuesday Surprise’, “It looks like something they scraped off the road,” the Russian muttered, and picking up coffee and sandwiches instead; they returned to the office they shared, spending the rest of the day filing their reports and catching up on other paperwork that had gathered while they’d been away on their last assignment.

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A Drabble a Day Discussions of life--Watching

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Napoleon sat on the bed gun in hand. He had managed to rescue his partner who now laid beside him body with varies shades of black, blue and purple decorating it. He knew Illya hadn't slept or ate for the last three days. Thrush had been too busy trying to break him, but Illya had kept his secrets until Napoleon had arrived.

Watching the door, gun in hand Napoleon almost hoped they hadn't evaded their pursuers. He almost hoped Thrush would try to enter the room. If they did, he would show them what happens to someone who hurt his partner.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: An Observation

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“Here they come; watch.”

Eyes followed the four agents as they silently entered the Commissary, got their food and sat down.  Without a word, salt and pepper shakers were shared and napkins passed.  Napoleon pushed his plate slightly toward Illya who plucked French fries from it to pop into his mouth.  April finished her salad and then helped Mark eat his slice of cherry pie.  Mark discarded their trays and came back with coffee for Napoleon and tea for everyone else.  They left having never spoken a word.

“They know each other better than husbands and wives!”

“I want that.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya: An Observation

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“Here they come; watch.”

Eyes followed the four agents as they silently entered the Commissary, got their food and sat down. Without a word, salt and pepper shakers were shared and napkins passed. Napoleon pushed his plate slightly toward Illya who plucked French fries from it to pop into his mouth. April finished her salad and then helped Mark eat his slice of cherry pie. Mark discarded their trays and came back with coffee for Napoleon and tea for everyone else. They left having never spoken a word.

“They know each other better than husbands and wives!”

“I want that.”

Zaporoche~ an Illya backstory ~ chapter 8. Conclusion

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link to chapter 7: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/229821.html

The night before Illya was to leave his Kazaki family, they had a great party with singing and dancing, in celebration of the Kazak way of life, to which they told Illya Nickovich Kuryakin he now belonged

"Here is a Cossak!"Yuli declared in front of everyone, and gave his adopted son, young Illya, a great bear hug. "You may not have been born a Cossack, but you have the heart of one." Yuli Borosovich whispered into his ear..

It was in the middle of the night when it happened, everyone had gone to bed drunk or passed out.  They came swiftly and without mercy out of the darkness, when Illya was woken by the screams. Next to him in his bed was Magda and they both quickly dressed. Grabbing their coats, they rushed outside only to be met by horsemen riding everywhere with torches in their hands, setting the roofs of the Cossack homes on fire. The repeat of rifle and machine gun fire filled the air and Magda took off in a panic, though Illya called after her as she disappeared.

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The Randomness of Life Chapter 27~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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three unrelated half-drabbles based on one poem...



Prompted by: It did not surprise me ~Emily Dickinson

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And the nest forgot,

“It never ceases to amaze me how lax T.H.R.U.S.H. security is,” Napoleon chuckled quietly.

“Yes, but their stupidity does make our jobs much easier,” Illya gave his partner a leg up over the wall. Napoleon sent back a rope, allowing the Russian to follow.

“Imagine, leaving the safe unlocked.” Illya smiled.

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God's old fashioned vows—

Did I just hear you say you would marry that girl Napoleon?”

“Well I had to do something to get them all to calm down.”

“You are not seriously going to take those vows are you.” Illya was incredulous.

“Not if I can help it.”

“That sounds more like you.”

.

Had departed me?

Alas poor Yoric, I knew him well.” Napoleon picked up an old  sheep skull from the floor of the cave.

“Shush, do you want to awaken what might be living in here?”

“What could be in here?”

“Bear.”

“Bear tovarisch? Here? Too small.

“Bear!”

Again with the bear?”

“Behind you!”

.

In the heart instead?

Illya  poised with his pistol in his hand, trying not to shake as he looked at the scaffold below in the courtyard.

Napoleon was to hang.

  
  He had to decide, the head or the heart. He wouldn’t let Solo suffer a hanging.

As the trapdoor opened, Illya shot the rope...

The Randomness of Life~ Chapter 27 for a Little Drabble do Ya Wednesday

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Prompted by: It did not surprise me ~Emily Dickinson

.

And the nest forgot,

“It never ceases to amaze me how lax T.H.R.U.S.H. security,” Napoleon chuckled quietly.

“Yes, but their stupidity does make our jobs much easier,” Illya gave his partner a leg up over the wall. Napoleon sent over a rope, allowing the Russian to follow.

“Imagine, leaving the safe unlocked.” Illya smiled.

.


God's old fashioned vows—

Did I just hear you say you would marry that girl Napoleon?”

“Well I had to do something to get them all to calm down.”

“You are not seriously going to take those vows are you.” Illya was incredulous.

 

“Not if I can help it.”

“That sounds more like you.”

.

Had departed me?

Alas poor Yoric, I knew him well.” Napoleon picked up an old  sheep skull from the floor of the cave.

“Shush, do you want to awaken what might be living in here?”

“What could be in here?”

“Bear.”

“Bear  Tovarisch? Here? Too small.

“Bear!”

Again with the bear?”

“Behind you!”

.

In the heart instead?

Illya  poised with his pistol in his hand, trying not to shake as he looked at the scaffold below in the courtyard.

Napoleon was to hang.

  
  He had to decide, the head or the heart. He wouldn’t let Solo suffer a hanging.

As the trapdoor opened, Illya shot the rope...

Zaporoche~an Illya backstory~ chapter 8. The Conclusion

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 link to chapter 7: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/229821.html

The night before Illya was to leave his Kazaki family, they had a great party with singing and dancing, in celebration of the Kazak way of life, to which they told Illya Nickovich Kuryakin he now belonged

"Here is a Cossak!"Yuli declared in front of everyone, and gave his adopted son, young Illya, a great bear hug. "You may not have been born a Cossack, but you have the heart of one." Yuli Borosovich whispered into his ear..

It was in the middle of the night when it happened, everyone had gone to bed drunk or passed out.  They came swiftly and without mercy out of the darkness, when Illya was woken by the screams. Next to him in his bed was Magda and they both quickly dressed. Grabbing their coats, they rushed outside only to be met by horsemen riding everywhere with torches in their hands, setting the roofs of the Cossack homes on fire. The repeat of rifle and machine gun fire filled the air and Magda took off in a panic, though Illya called after her as she disappeared.

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A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Pick Up Part Eight

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Link to The Pick Up Part Seven: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/221213.html

The Pick Up Part Eight.

Solo and Kuryakin scaled the wall, dropping down lightly amongst trees on the other side, crouching behind a bush as two guards went by, a couple of darts from the agents specials took them out.

They used the shrubbery for cover as much as possible before dashing across the exposed lawn to the mansion.

Illya prised open a window while Napoleon kept a look out.

Click.

“We are in, coast is clear,” Illya whispered.

“After you, tovarisch.”

There were three doors in the sumptuous room, listening at each one, they heard voices at the third and prepared to enter.