Rikku had handwavily picked up Ruba from Fight Club while Rede was still kicking butt and taking names, because Ruba was wee and had an earlier bedtime. Of course, Ruba was too wound up to actually go to sleep any time soon. Rikku had just resigned herself to that when inspiration struck.

( A Call to Home )

Discovering Reno and her Pops chatting it up in Caritas wasn't good. Maybe it wasn't bad, yet, because Reno wasn't missing any limbs, but she did not for a moment believe that it was going to be that easy. Cid had threatened Jude, for crying out loud ( Read more... )

Rikku got back to her alcove and was thinking. About work, and Cable's baby -- not Cable's baby, but sort of his, anyway -- and her way-awesome summer classes and still trying to figure out what mood she was in, where it all balanced out, and that's when she saw the letter ( Read more... )

It was still early morning on Besaid when the young girl made her way down to the beach. Yuna - the Lady High Summoner to most residents of Spira, and Yunie to a particularly bouncy cousin - didn't expect her guests for another few hours. But she liked to sit on the beach just after dawn and watch the light spread over the waters. It was calming ( 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... )

Rikku was ecstatic that the mail was working again. She had three letters from Yuna, one from Lulu and two from her father, as well as a short (and mangled) one from her older brother. Which meant it was high time that she sat down and wrote everyone back. No time like the present, right?

( Yuna )