It was a somewhat dejected Rikku who thumped up to Reno, rolling her shoulder until it cracked back into place.

Not that she wasn't having an awesome anniversary. She was. Two straight days of chocobo racing, playing silly arcade games, and she'd even talked him into going on the gondola rides. But it was the monster-fighting that was the real fun ( Read more... )

Rikku balanced on the edge of a boulder. The water here wasn't very deep -- a couple feet, at best -- and the rocks jutted out like craggy molars scattered across the shoreline. Tiny votive candles floated along the surface, giving a soft glow to the growing darkness.

She was trying out new weapons today -- two matching sleek daggers, with ( Read more... )

Rikku was pacing. And wondering if she shouldn't just ... take off. He'd stood her up for sparring before, she owed him one, right? And she wasn't in the mood to spar anyway. And she wasn't sure what she was in the mood for, but it probably wasn't standing out here in the cold and dark explaining to him that she didn't feel like sparring after all ( Read more... )

Rikku was packing. A little slowly, as she was still a touch sore from her morning's exercise, but the opportunity had been too much fun to pass up.

Luckily you didn't need much for a week in Spira. She had her Godhand and her explosives, and new armor. Jude already had his. Pops was due in any time now, and she'd remembered to thank Jarod with ( Read more... )