27/10/12

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Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen-ish
For Sparky, who wanted a funny story based on this clever cartoon.




ANOTHER FINE MESS



Another Fine Mess

      Napoleon woke.

     They were in a stone cavern, chained back to back on some sort of platform suspended over water. The chains were wrapped around them so tightly as to make any but the smallest movement impossible. Long, dark shapes lurked, half-submerged, in the water below, watching their prey with cruel fascination.

     Crocodiles, Napoleon thought to himself. Well isn't that just dandy?

     

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Genre: Gen
(Published in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 1. Part 2 follows.)






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Gehenna

(Part 1)

“This is ridiculous,” Illya whispered furiously as they sat in the outer offices of the House of Lilù, portfolios in hand. “We are enforcement agents, not fashion models.”

“We are whoever UNCLE says we are, tovarisch,” Napoleon whispered back. “HQ suspects that THRUSH is somehow using this fashion house as a conduit for disseminating classified information here in London. It's up to us to find out how they're doing it.”

“As male models?” Illya rolled his eyes. “Why couldn't they send us undercover as buyers? Or tailors? I would rather sew a garment than prance in it.”

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avery11: (basset hound)
Genre: Gen
(Posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 2 To read Part 1,  GO HERE)






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Gehenna

(Part 2)

Once again, he seemed better in the morning, although his cheeks were flushed and he looked rather glassy-eyed. Napoleon seemed to possess an unnatural store of energy, practically bounding across Regents' Park, as though he couldn't wait to get to work.

“Why the hurry?” Illya called after him. “We are not due at Lilù until nine.”

“Time and tide, tovarisch. Time and tide.”

Illya fell back, his mind occupied with the residue he had discovered on the collar of Napoleon's discarded shirt that morning -- two perfect circles of dried blood. He had seen such a mark once before, as a young child wandering in the company of the Gypsies.

Strigoi.

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