Rikku didn't feel 18. 18 sounded like a big, important sort of age. She was just Rikku.

Then again, she had had a pretty productive week. The cell configuration in Mushroom Rock Road was repaired, and Besaid now had its own tower, too. More importantly, the airship was fixed, thanks to her favorite Turk. Even Cid had stopped hating him ( Read more... )

Rikku did not want to think about how much she missed Reno. She missed the smell of him. She missed the way his neck tasted. She missed -- okay, lately, her thoughts of missing him were kinda ... graphic, and not very polite. She was trying not to fidget. It was getting worse. Dammit. She used to be able to control herself ( Read more... )

Things that Rikku hated: the temple at Kilika, New Yevonites, old Yevonites, Spira, people who insisted on trying to fight each other instead of maybe trying to get along for once in their stupid lives, and worst, having to hold all of that in while playing stupid freaking diplomat for a bunch of jerks ( Read more... )

Somewhere between the Djose Temple and the Mushroom Rock Road -- near where the road off to the Moonflow started -- there was now a large, metal tower. It wasn't all that pretty, but Rikku was kind of proud of it anyway. There was a small black box at its base, and they'd ripped out the guts of a few mech droids to get everything functional and ( Read more... )