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ffvii_100Title: Dream Job
Challenge: Rewind
Setting: Dirge of Cerberus, just before the Tsviets revolt
Characters: Restrictor, Nero
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
A/N: This came from a fic I was working on that stalled right out. Maybe this will kickstart it again…
The new uniform waited, glossy and lint-free. He dressed slowly, savoring each piece: super-impervious body armor; boots with mako-glowy trim; all-concealing greatcloak; totally rad gauntlets. He absently wiped the surface of the spotless asymmetric helm, then grinned and pulled it on.
Here stood a Restrictor, invincible and proud! This was the day his promotion took effect, and he intended to enjoy every moment of it.
Whistling merrily, he stepped out of his apartment – and was engulfed by a darkness so deep it threatened to unplug his bowels. As he fell, a cold voice followed him down: “Paybacks are a bitch…”
