Oct. 9th, 2013

[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
                                    Randomness_1

+}(This one is a combination of half and full drabbles, just for a change)


Prompted by : The Curse Of Cromwell~William Butler Yeats


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And there is an old beggar wandering in his pride - -

“Why must I always masquerade as the street bum.” Illya whispered into his communicator.


“Because you stink better than I do?” Napoleon replied.


“I asked you a legitimate question and you joke.”


“Well at one time it was true, you being stinky that is.”


“How so?” Illya took the bait.


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They have schooling of their own, but I pass their schooling by,


“When you were first with UNCLE, I heard you didn’t use deodorant.”


“Who told you that?’


“Some of the ladies in the London office...”


"That is ridiculous! We were taught basic hygiene even in the 'backward country of Russia, “ he protested sarcastically. “I used Rexona antiperspirant, known world wide. At home, commercial products were hard to come by, natural substitutes were used, baking soda or beeswax mixed with essence of flowers or fruit.”


“Illya, antiperspirant is not deodorant...”


“Oh,” he said, realizing his partner was correct.  “Well...I use deodorant now, and I repeat my question, why must I play the bum?”


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Can pay the poet for a verse and hear the fiddle sound,


“What can I say, you play the part so well,” Solo chuckled. “You have a talent for these sort of things, as you do with languages.


“That is a backhanded compliment if I ever heard one. Thank you, I think.”


“You’re welcome...Stinky.”


Again?” Illya moaned at his partner’s laughter. "I do not stink, nor have I ever."

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And when I pay attention I must out and walk


"Enough joking at my expense, next time this gig is yours.  I think you will make an exceptional  bum, or better still a drunkard. You can use one of your many damaged suits to look the part of a fool on a bender. I think that will work quite nicely for you.”


“Not funny.” Napoleon groused.


“Yes, different when the shoe is on the left foot now is it not?”


“That’s other foot.”


"The right foot?"


“When will you get these things Illya? “You’ve lived in New York how long now?"


It was Solo’s turn to hear cackling laughter...

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
“Oh, Illya darling…”

“Yes?”

April Dancer practically launched herself into space at the sound of that voice.  Had she been asleep?  She felt herself turning multiple shades of red.

“Oh, nothing… well, you know me… darling this and darling that.”

Kuryakin knew the young agent had a crush on him, something that Napoleon had chided him about.  He also knew what it was like to be the one suffering from an infatuation.

“I believe our target is on the move.  Shall we?”

Illya took her hand, helping her up. April was grateful for Kuryakin’s attitude, tingling at his touch nonetheless.
 
[identity profile] jkkitty.livejournal.com

Napoleon entered the office to see Illya unwrapping a tootsie pop and empty sticks around him. tootsie pop1After a few minutes, he curiosity got the best of him

“Not one to interfere, but what are you doing?”

“Researching this tootsie pop.”

“Why?”

“I want to know.”

“Okay I give. Know what?”

“The ad asks how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?”untitled

“And you’ve discovered?”

“I may never know. I continuously bite it before getting there.”

Picking up files, Napoleon walked out the door hearing,

Odin, dva , tri, chetyre, pyat'.”

Crunch!   Proklyatie

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
Like most of us, I enjoy cross posting my entries sometimes to other comms.  Whether it originates here or is part of a challenge like Down the Chimney on [livejournal.com profile] muncle or another of the upcoming events within MFU on Live Journal, it is polite and appropriate to acknowledge where it was originally posted.
When cross-posting from Section VII it is appreciated if you will do the same and acknowledge or provide a link back to the original location.  We've been working for nearly two years to establish proprietary events like A Little Drabble Do Ya, PicFic and Song Story, and those designations belong to us here at Section VII.
Obviously the stories belong to the writers, but the use of the Challenge titles elsewhere beg for recognition of the source.  The option always exists to simply post our entries without reference to the challenge, but I think it's a nice nod to wherever it might have originated to include the acknowledgement or link.
That's all, just thought it merited some space here for all of us to review.
Thanks.
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com
The link will take you to AO3.         Predators and Prey       
[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

The communicator began to chirp insistently until the sheet – covered body stirred into life. “Dancer.”

“Morning, Duck!” Mark’s chipper voice responded. “We’ve been called to duty. The Old Man wants to see us in an hour. Shall I pick you up?”

“No, Darling. Be a love and get me a large coffee and I’ll meet you in Waverly’s office? That will save us both time.”

“Your wish is my command. Slate out.”

A blond head emerged. Chyort, so much for a weekend together. I knew it was too good to be true.”

“Illya, don’t pout. Think of my return.”

Da.

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