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Keep a poor girl from smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo getting bored?

First eight people who comment with a prompt, I'll write you a ficlet. You know my interests and fandoms, so have at it.

Edited to add: YOU PEOPLE HAVE LOST ON THE BRAIN! Don't let the number of comments fool you. I have room for more.

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The fuck was he supposed to think? The guy gave him the creeps, all pasty and covered up and that friggin' cloak that never did anything but cling to him like a second skin and the gun on his thigh and the armor, he wasn't a big fan of the armor. But the worst of it all was his eyes. Red's a hair color, it's a tattoo color, but it ain't an eye color.

He could hardly look over at him, but luckily he had the chopper to fly and focus on that instead of starin' at friggin' Vincent Valentine, ex-Turk. Shit. He never wanted to be an ex-anything.

As he maneuvered Shin-Ra 3 down into the crater through the mist and fog, he turned the radio up even louder. Music was kinda necessary at this place, 'cause it gave him just as much of a case of the creeps as the guy sitting in the co-pilot's seat. When Valentine reached over and turned the volume down again, he about friggin' killed the guy: you don't mess with a pilot's controls.

"HEY."

"This is the spot you last saw them?" Valentine looked down into the depths of the crater and didn't make even a little apology for messin' with the volume. Fuck that, he'd be lucky to get a ride back out of here again and the only reason he was even doin' this was because the boss ordered it. Otherwise, no friggin' way.

"Yeah. Down on that ledge, the one that goes into that cave. You want... HEY. Don't do that. You're gonna..."

But already, Valentine was leanin' out, lookin' over the crater like it was his old stompin' ground or some shit like that. "Tseng and Elena both?"

"Yeah, Tseng and Elena both. They were there together."

"And... all you were able to retrieve was... the box." The fuck: was that accusation in his voice?

"Yeah, yeah, just the friggin' box before they got dragged away." Those were his orders: bring back the box. There was nothin' about Tseng or Elena or anyone else. Just retrive the friggin' box. Much as he hated to ask, he went ahead and did it anyhow. "Think you can find 'em?"

Vincent turned back, red eyes reflecting every light from every friggin' instrument on the panel. "Yes. Thanks for the ride." And just like that, the guy leaped out of the helicopter in a swirl of red.

Oh, shit. At least his little delivery assignment was done: looked like Ex-Turk wouldn't be needin' that ride home after all. "Good luck, pal." Valentine would never be able to hear it; Reno swung the helicopter back up and away, out of the crater and back into the sunshine, and turned the music up loud. He friggin' hated that place.