Cockroach syndrome
2x Drabbles. 200 words.

Rufus Shinra was a seasoned veteran of assassination attempts.

First it had been kidnappers. Then it had been assassins. Then terrorists. Then Avalanche.

Not to mention all the times Scarlet and Heidegger poisoned his drinks.

By the time Diamond Weapon blew his office to hell, he’d mastered the art of surviving lethal situations without a scratch.

Two dozen HP-plus materia. M-barrier. Armlets that drained every conceivable form of elemental energy. And, of course, his well-loved Exit materia.

He did wait until the last possible moment before triggering it. After all, this was the closest thing to a thrill he had.

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“The President is dead,” Scarlet was telling the press. “He was killed when Weapon— hello Rufus.”

Rufus, wandering down the stairs, waved vaguely at her. “Carry on.”

“When Weapon— Wait. Rufus?!”

“That’s my name, yes.”

“You… that’s impossible! No one could have…”

“I’m taking a holiday, by the way. I leave the rest of this mess to you.” He stretched, sending debris showering down from his shoulders.

Scarlet simply stared.

“Gotta make use of the good weather before Meteor hits,” Rufus said, and headed for the door. “Oh. And tell Tseng that a little stab doesn’t exempt him from work.”

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