Rikku has had her fair share of experience with funky dimension-traveling, if she does say so herself. She'd been totally ready to settle down on the Celsius (as much as any Al Bhed can settle, anyway) and spend the rest of her life traveling Spira, promoting the use of machina, all that good stuff. Sure, she would always miss her days kicking butt and liberating spheres with Yunie and Paine, and of course she'd miss the thrill of saving the world from imminent destruction (third time's the charm, right?). But she's lived the kind of life so far that not many people survive, and she'd thought she was ready to just take it easy for a while.
But apparently, the universe did not feel the same. At least she has her Garment Grid with her.
Her arrival is less than spectacular, and included a lot of cursing and screeching. But once she's on her feet and kind of has the gist of what's going on, she can't help but want to explore. If the machina on the station was cake, she'd be drooling all over herself at every turn (she might do that a little anyway once she starts messing around with her A.C.E., but hopefully nobody sees her). She pokes her head into every room she can, including a few she probably shouldn't: the greenery, every single workshop, the bar, the bartering block. In each area she doesn't stay long, moving quickly and picking up anything that might come in handy in the immediate future. This may or may not include accidentally pocketing things that may or may not actually belong to someone.
No hard feelings. She can't help it if she has sticky fingers.
runnin' 'til we outta time [spare parts/build-a-thing]
Despite the need for a respirator and the fact that she can kind of smell the scent of rotting something still, this place is basically Al Bhed heaven. So many parts, so little time! The Al Bhed darts from one pile to another, one booth to the next. She doesn't have any gil to pay for anything (if these aliens even take gil), but she quickly figures out what's considered desirable and what isn't. Rikku climbs a particularly perilous pile of trash, not caring that she's getting her hands and the rest of herself dirty with grime and grease. It's worth it for the promise of a shiny exhaust tube that will go perfectly on the airship. At least, she thinks it's an exhaust tube. It's kind of hard to tell when nobody seems to speak a common language.
She reaches the top of the pile, wrapping greedy fingers around the part the vendor wanted. "Gotcha, ya little goober!" She wretches it from the rest of the pile with no regard for much else, which is a mistake. A huuuuge mistake that she only recognizes as such after it's too late.
"--Uh-oh."
An understatement, as Paine would say. The pile begins to waver and shake, and Rikku doesn't hesitate before scrambling back down it like a frightened monkey, also letting out a screech that makes her sound like one. The trash pile tumbles, parts flying down around her. But even as unlucky as she seems to be, she's also quite acrobatic--the blonde tucks and rolls into a tumble, saving herself and the valuable part in her arms. She pops up near the vendor's booth, shoving a mess of hair from her eyes and grinning widely as she holds the machina aloft, victorious. "Nailed it!"
wild child's lookin' good [trash junkies]
As soon as Rikku sees the little trash robots, she knows she's gotta have one. So, she sets a trap.
A pile of scrap sits nearby, and Rikku is hiding behind a slightly larger pile of junk as she waits for one of the critters to get close enough. She just knows that if she can get close enough to grab it, she can probably temporarily deactivate it and see what makes it tick. Probably. But she misses her little machina pets on Spira, so this will have to be the next best thing.
Paine would say she looks ridiculous crouched behind a pile of trash as she is, but she knows Yunie would think it great fun and be right there with her.
Her prey approaches--a small droid, a little over a foot in height. Perfect. "C'mon, c'mon... just a little closer..."
living hard just like we should [wildcard]
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rikku | ffx-2 | ota
Rikku has had her fair share of experience with funky dimension-traveling, if she does say so herself. She'd been totally ready to settle down on the Celsius (as much as any Al Bhed can settle, anyway) and spend the rest of her life traveling Spira, promoting the use of machina, all that good stuff. Sure, she would always miss her days kicking butt and liberating spheres with Yunie and Paine, and of course she'd miss the thrill of saving the world from imminent destruction (third time's the charm, right?). But she's lived the kind of life so far that not many people survive, and she'd thought she was ready to just take it easy for a while.
But apparently, the universe did not feel the same. At least she has her Garment Grid with her.
Her arrival is less than spectacular, and included a lot of cursing and screeching. But once she's on her feet and kind of has the gist of what's going on, she can't help but want to explore. If the machina on the station was cake, she'd be drooling all over herself at every turn (she might do that a little anyway once she starts messing around with her A.C.E., but hopefully nobody sees her). She pokes her head into every room she can, including a few she probably shouldn't: the greenery, every single workshop, the bar, the bartering block. In each area she doesn't stay long, moving quickly and picking up anything that might come in handy in the immediate future. This may or may not include accidentally pocketing things that may or may not actually belong to someone.
No hard feelings. She can't help it if she has sticky fingers.
runnin' 'til we outta time [spare parts/build-a-thing]
Despite the need for a respirator and the fact that she can kind of smell the scent of rotting something still, this place is basically Al Bhed heaven. So many parts, so little time! The Al Bhed darts from one pile to another, one booth to the next. She doesn't have any gil to pay for anything (if these aliens even take gil), but she quickly figures out what's considered desirable and what isn't. Rikku climbs a particularly perilous pile of trash, not caring that she's getting her hands and the rest of herself dirty with grime and grease. It's worth it for the promise of a shiny exhaust tube that will go perfectly on the airship. At least, she thinks it's an exhaust tube. It's kind of hard to tell when nobody seems to speak a common language.
She reaches the top of the pile, wrapping greedy fingers around the part the vendor wanted. "Gotcha, ya little goober!" She wretches it from the rest of the pile with no regard for much else, which is a mistake. A huuuuge mistake that she only recognizes as such after it's too late.
"--Uh-oh."
An understatement, as Paine would say. The pile begins to waver and shake, and Rikku doesn't hesitate before scrambling back down it like a frightened monkey, also letting out a screech that makes her sound like one. The trash pile tumbles, parts flying down around her. But even as unlucky as she seems to be, she's also quite acrobatic--the blonde tucks and rolls into a tumble, saving herself and the valuable part in her arms. She pops up near the vendor's booth, shoving a mess of hair from her eyes and grinning widely as she holds the machina aloft, victorious. "Nailed it!"
wild child's lookin' good [trash junkies]
As soon as Rikku sees the little trash robots, she knows she's gotta have one. So, she sets a trap.
A pile of scrap sits nearby, and Rikku is hiding behind a slightly larger pile of junk as she waits for one of the critters to get close enough. She just knows that if she can get close enough to grab it, she can probably temporarily deactivate it and see what makes it tick. Probably. But she misses her little machina pets on Spira, so this will have to be the next best thing.
Paine would say she looks ridiculous crouched behind a pile of trash as she is, but she knows Yunie would think it great fun and be right there with her.
Her prey approaches--a small droid, a little over a foot in height. Perfect. "C'mon, c'mon... just a little closer..."
living hard just like we should [wildcard]
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