[Complete]
Who: Rikku (
calamitousness) and Kakashi (
shouldve_didnt).
When: Night of Thursday, January 31. (Which is when we finished it - go figure.)
Where: Purgatorium streets, possibly elsewhere.
Rating: ... PG-13 at the least, and subject to change. C'mon - they haven't seen each other in ages!
Warnings: TBD.
Summary: Purely by twist of fate, the contemptuous lovers meet up on the streets. Results may vary.
Winter was no longer on Rikku’s list of top ten favorite times of the year.
Sure, it had been nice at first - the one place she had really seen snow was on Gagazet. And the only time it was cold enough in the desert to freeze anything was at night, but there was never enough moisture around for that to happen. Needless to say, the snow had been something of a novelty (even if Gippal and all the other Al Bhed she knew basically hated the stuff), and she had been sad to see it go.
For about two days, of course. After that, the bitter weather became so much harder not to get mad at; it had been okay when there were snowballs to throw that could put a smile on her face, but now it was just plain cold. And no member of her race, no matter how odd they were, was good at dealing with harsh weather unless there was some fun aspect to it.
And yet, still, she refused to wear any more clothing than the long trench coat-like sweater, a colorful scarf, and jeans. Anything more would have weighed her down, in her own opinion, and she wasn’t too keen on that idea. She would have much rather preferred the freedom of her usual thief garb, but not even the blonde girl was quite that daring; Shiva knew she’d catch something, and then she would have to hear about it from pretty much everyone she knew.
Besides, with Zack sick like he was... well, she didn’t feel like coming down with the same illness anytime soon that was for sure.
Despite all her mental complaints against the back-stabbing weather, the young Al Bhed had ventured out into the streets in an attempt to salvage any machina that had popped up within the past week or so. She had been cooped up in the garage ever since Schuldig’s dream had woken her that night, and this was the first time she had ventured outside in a while. Fresh air was welcome, even if it did freeze her lungs and send her entire body to shivering.
Already she was down the street, booted feet leading her towards the junkyard - now that was a place she hadn’t been for some time. With good reason, her consciousness argued; memories she hadn’t allowed herself to remember in weeks had been made there. A few of them, she still wouldn’t let resurface. But it was the best place for finding machina, and so that was where the pickpocket started her search, winding in and out of the piles of rubbish, swirled eyes roving the stacks for anything that looked even remotely useful.
calamitousness) and Kakashi (
shouldve_didnt).
When: Night of Thursday, January 31. (Which is when we finished it - go figure.)
Where: Purgatorium streets, possibly elsewhere.
Rating: ... PG-13 at the least, and subject to change. C'mon - they haven't seen each other in ages!
Warnings: TBD.
Summary: Purely by twist of fate, the contemptuous lovers meet up on the streets. Results may vary.
Winter was no longer on Rikku’s list of top ten favorite times of the year.
Sure, it had been nice at first - the one place she had really seen snow was on Gagazet. And the only time it was cold enough in the desert to freeze anything was at night, but there was never enough moisture around for that to happen. Needless to say, the snow had been something of a novelty (even if Gippal and all the other Al Bhed she knew basically hated the stuff), and she had been sad to see it go.
For about two days, of course. After that, the bitter weather became so much harder not to get mad at; it had been okay when there were snowballs to throw that could put a smile on her face, but now it was just plain cold. And no member of her race, no matter how odd they were, was good at dealing with harsh weather unless there was some fun aspect to it.
And yet, still, she refused to wear any more clothing than the long trench coat-like sweater, a colorful scarf, and jeans. Anything more would have weighed her down, in her own opinion, and she wasn’t too keen on that idea. She would have much rather preferred the freedom of her usual thief garb, but not even the blonde girl was quite that daring; Shiva knew she’d catch something, and then she would have to hear about it from pretty much everyone she knew.
Besides, with Zack sick like he was... well, she didn’t feel like coming down with the same illness anytime soon that was for sure.
Despite all her mental complaints against the back-stabbing weather, the young Al Bhed had ventured out into the streets in an attempt to salvage any machina that had popped up within the past week or so. She had been cooped up in the garage ever since Schuldig’s dream had woken her that night, and this was the first time she had ventured outside in a while. Fresh air was welcome, even if it did freeze her lungs and send her entire body to shivering.
Already she was down the street, booted feet leading her towards the junkyard - now that was a place she hadn’t been for some time. With good reason, her consciousness argued; memories she hadn’t allowed herself to remember in weeks had been made there. A few of them, she still wouldn’t let resurface. But it was the best place for finding machina, and so that was where the pickpocket started her search, winding in and out of the piles of rubbish, swirled eyes roving the stacks for anything that looked even remotely useful.