Reasonably Pretty - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The set of his jaw told Napoleon that the Russian was less than pleased with the latest development.

“Look, Illya… I had no idea.’

The expression didn’t change, Napoleon’s part in this was not an issue.

“Mr. Waverly thinks you’re … um, qualified.”

“Qualified?  Of course I am qualified to judge the attributes of women as they parade across a stage.  I find it difficult to believe, however, that you are not even more qualified than I.”

Napoleon had to agree.

“Just watch out for Miss Netherlands, she’s been known to exact retribution on unfriendly judges before.”

“Really?”

“Scout’s honor.”

Reasonably Pretty - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glenmered]

 The set of his jaw told Napoleon that the Russian was less than pleased with the latest development.

“Look, Illya… I had no idea.’

The expression didn’t change, Napoleon’s part in this was not an issue.

“Mr. Waverly thinks you’re … um, qualified.”

“Qualified?  Of course I am qualified to judge the attributes of women as they parade across a stage.  I find it difficult to believe, however, that you are not even more qualified than I.”

Napoleon had to agree.

“Just watch out for Miss Netherlands, she’s been known to exact retribution on unfriendly judges before.”

“Really?”

“Scout’s honor.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 32~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Half-drabbles based on lines from a single poem...


                                 


Prompted by: I could die—to know ~Emily Dickinson

Morning's bold face—stares in the window—

Illya woke with a start, as he looked out the window of the small cabin he’d take refuge in from the storm; he swore he saw a face looking in.

He painfully rose, pulling his weapon as the door creaked open  A black-cloaked figure appeared.

Was it Death?


Possibly, this moment—

Illya collapsed, passing out. When he awoke his wounds were bandaged.

“About time you woke up.” Napoleon smiled.

“So it was you who tended to me.”

“No, just got here...homed in on your signal.”

“If Death did not call on me, who did?”

“Maybe an Angel of mercy, tovarisch?”

The Randomness Of Life Chapter 32~ For A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday Drab Challenge Section VII

[mlaw]

 Half-drabbles based on lines from a single poem...


                                  


Prompted by: I could die—to know ~Emily Dickinson

Morning's bold face—stares in the window—

Illya woke with a start, as he looked out the window of the small cabin he’d take refuge in from the storm; he swore he saw a face looking in.

He painfully rose, pulling his weapon as the door creaked open  A black-cloaked figure appeared.

Was it Death?


Possibly, this moment—

Illya collapsed, passing out. When he awoke his wounds were bandaged.

“About time you woke up.” Napoleon smiled.

“So it was you who tended to me.”

“No, just got here...homed in on your signal.”

“If Death did not call on me, who did?”

“Maybe an Angel of mercy, tovarisch?”

QuoteME: Challenge 1 -- SUBROGATION OF THE SOUL (Part 1)

[carabele]

Bit later on this posting than I wanted, but finally done!
This story definitely has a harder edge that I hope readers will find intriguing.
Posted in two parts due to story length.


Name: SUBROGATION OF THE SOUL
Genre: GEN
Warnings: VIOLENCE; MILD LANGUAGE
Length: approx 18,400 words



( Prologue, Act I and Act II under the cut )

QuoteME: Challenge 1 -- SUBROGATION OF THE SOUL (Part 2)

[carabele]

And here is the second half of the story. (First part here.)

( Act III, Act IV and Epilogue under the cut )

A Little Drabble Do Ya: The Dinner

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“Thanks for inviting me to dinner, Tovarisch. What are we having?”

“Roast chicken, baked potatoes with butter and sour cream, corn on the cob and vanilla ice cream.”

Napoleon’s eyes widened in surprise. “Illya! You’ve learned to cook!”

“I have learned to set the oven to 350, clean chicken, add salt and pepper and put it in a pan with washed potatoes. It is hardly cooking.”

“Considering your usual Chinese takeout, this is a feast, indeed. Everything tastes great!”

The Russian blushed, “Thank you.”

“Now you have to get rid of the paper plates.”

“One thing at a time, Napoleon.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Wild Goose Chase Part 2

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Link to part 1: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/255313.html



Illya changed frequency on the receiver, the beeping started again. Turning away from the geese, he started to walk in the opposite direction.

“Okay, are you going to tell me?” Napoleon asked.

Kuryakin smiled, “I planted a homing disk in his car.”

“Sneaky Russian.”

They made their way back to their convertible.

“He’s not travelling very fast.”

“Probably thinks he is safe after he disposed of the first tracer.”

They caught up with their quarry, but before they could make a move, another car pulled in front, their target opening fire on it…… something about the new driver was familiar.....