( After the End )

( The Conference Begins (Badly) )

( Forming a Plan )

( The Guado Bow Out )

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 sprawled on her bed, chewing a pen and composing a letter to Yuna. A way, way overdue letter to Yuna. Which was getting longer and longer and longer. See, this was a good reason not to stall on letters: they turned into massive thousand-page novels. At least, they did if you were Rikku and couldn't ever shut up.

( Letter to Yuna )

There were going to be mercenaries, on the island, and that was quite possibly the coolest thing ever. And she was kinda nervous about it, too, because Deadpool was a merc and he was awesome but maybe the rest of them would be all weird at her, because ... she kinda wasn't one, and all. Just a girl who'd been a bodyguard once ( Read more... )

Rikku cracked her neck a couple of times before hopping onto the ground, legs crossed. "Okay, I say it's time for lunch. Besides, now I need to count these."

She pulled differently-colored gems from her leg-pouch, doing math in her head and bouncing a little. "Oh, man, supply runs are the best thing ever. How are you guys holding up?"

(Open to ( Read more... )

( Rikku sucks at dealing with things, and decides not to )