( After the End )

( Just when the conference hits a low point ... )

( Forming a Plan )

To be perfectly honest about it? Rikku was nervous. She'd had this great idea -- a conference, in Spira. One where everyone sat down and talked things out. All the groups. No name-calling, no yelling, just -- actual real conversation.

She'd recruited Lulu to help her word the letter, so it sounded all fancy and not rambly like things did when she ( 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... )

Rikku was organizing. Her room, that was. Everything in the known universe sucked, majorly, and nothing made any sense, and saving the world: that still sucked pretty hardcore. She couldn't organize any of that -- to be honest, she didn't understand half of it. (Like ... why she'd woken up alone at the clinic. Reno left?) And some of it she didn't ( Read more... )

Rikku had a low, nagging headache. Aaaaaaaand there was something licking her nose ( Read more... )

Okay, so, her random stop in at work had led to ... babysitting. Right. For a chubby-cheeked adorable little angel who had mercenaries and hired killers from different timelines and dimensions trying to kill her ( Read more... )

( 'You can't ask me that,' Rikku said, staring at her cousin ...' )

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... )