Rikku's Hut, Besaid, Thursday Fandom-Time (NFB-distance)
Rikku was in her hut, in Besaid, playing with Petey. Because Petey was awesome, and she could totally work on arrangements for the conference, from here, which meant it outranked traveling around like a crazy person.
It was really nice, she had to admit, staying in one place for a while. Maybe once all of this was over, she'd settle in somewhere, at least for a month or two. Maybe she'd go to Gaia, bug Reno. Something.
For now? For now, she was going to go pester her favorite Yunie, who lived just a couple of huts down, and ask her if there was more paperwork to work on. Because she was helpful and useful like that. Knock knock!
"Who is it?" a soft voice came from inside. Which was a sign of how distracted Yuna was. Normally she'd just invite whoever it was in. But at the moment she was frowning down at a single piece of paper resting in her hands.
"Yunie?" Rikku frowned, leaning against the flap. "It's me. Is everything okay?"
The arrangements were stressful, sure, but she was trying to keep it from getting too bad for her cousin. Maybe she wasn't doing so hot of a job?
Rikku was doing an awesome job. Yuna would have run screaming weeks ago if it weren't for Rikku reminding her that this really was the best chance they had. "I... don't know," she said quietly. "I just got a letter from Tromell. He... says the Guado aren't coming to the conference." They were just going to stay in the woods and die.
And this would be Rikku stomping into the hut, ready to kill things. With her hands. "What?!" She snatched the letter right out of Yuna's hands -- which was totally kind of rude, and she'd apologize later, when she realized that -- and scanned it. "They what!?"
The Guado had been led by Seymour, and had, under his orders, done terrible things. Included in those terrible things were "frame Yuna and her guardians for murder" and two separate counts of attempted genocide. The Guado had wiped out the majority of the Al Bhed and the Ronso. Keeping those two groups from throwing things at the Guado ambassador was going to be a major security concern. Unless -- well. Unless the Guado totally wimped out. What the --
"They're not coming," Yuna repeated, even though Rikku had just read that. "They said we can decide whatever." And Rikku knew what that meant: they'd probably die off all the sooner. No one was going to argue the Guado's side in anything.
"They've gone out to the woods to die," she repeated. Staring at the paper like it was going to somehow rearrange itself into words that made some sort of fucking sense. "They've given up, everyone hates them, boo-hoo, they're going to the woods to die, hey, can someone forward their mail? Is this a joke?"
The Al Bhed had every fucking right to hate them. So did the Ronso. The Ronso had been making noises about going to Guadosalam and wiping out the Guado, in return for what the Guado had done to them. "Talking the Ronso out of mass-killing" had been a late addition to the list of conference topics.
"You know Tromell. He doesn't really tell many jokes." But, yeah, Rikku knew that too. "What... should I do?" Yuna thought she had to do everything. But at least she was asking for advice this time?
Rikku crumpled the letter. It made a satisfying noise. "Nothing," she said, not bothering to hide the edges of her temper seething out. "I'll take care of this. I'm going to Macalania."
Now was a good time to have a little chat with the Guado. One that was long overdue.
(OOC: preplayed with the awesome summoninghope. Establishy, but also open for calls, with the caveat that the Al Bhed girl is having a tremendously shitty day.)
It was really nice, she had to admit, staying in one place for a while. Maybe once all of this was over, she'd settle in somewhere, at least for a month or two. Maybe she'd go to Gaia, bug Reno. Something.
For now? For now, she was going to go pester her favorite Yunie, who lived just a couple of huts down, and ask her if there was more paperwork to work on. Because she was helpful and useful like that. Knock knock!
"Who is it?" a soft voice came from inside. Which was a sign of how distracted Yuna was. Normally she'd just invite whoever it was in. But at the moment she was frowning down at a single piece of paper resting in her hands.
"Yunie?" Rikku frowned, leaning against the flap. "It's me. Is everything okay?"
The arrangements were stressful, sure, but she was trying to keep it from getting too bad for her cousin. Maybe she wasn't doing so hot of a job?
Rikku was doing an awesome job. Yuna would have run screaming weeks ago if it weren't for Rikku reminding her that this really was the best chance they had. "I... don't know," she said quietly. "I just got a letter from Tromell. He... says the Guado aren't coming to the conference." They were just going to stay in the woods and die.
And this would be Rikku stomping into the hut, ready to kill things. With her hands. "What?!" She snatched the letter right out of Yuna's hands -- which was totally kind of rude, and she'd apologize later, when she realized that -- and scanned it. "They what!?"
The Guado had been led by Seymour, and had, under his orders, done terrible things. Included in those terrible things were "frame Yuna and her guardians for murder" and two separate counts of attempted genocide. The Guado had wiped out the majority of the Al Bhed and the Ronso. Keeping those two groups from throwing things at the Guado ambassador was going to be a major security concern. Unless -- well. Unless the Guado totally wimped out. What the --
"They're not coming," Yuna repeated, even though Rikku had just read that. "They said we can decide whatever." And Rikku knew what that meant: they'd probably die off all the sooner. No one was going to argue the Guado's side in anything.
"They've gone out to the woods to die," she repeated. Staring at the paper like it was going to somehow rearrange itself into words that made some sort of fucking sense. "They've given up, everyone hates them, boo-hoo, they're going to the woods to die, hey, can someone forward their mail? Is this a joke?"
The Al Bhed had every fucking right to hate them. So did the Ronso. The Ronso had been making noises about going to Guadosalam and wiping out the Guado, in return for what the Guado had done to them. "Talking the Ronso out of mass-killing" had been a late addition to the list of conference topics.
"You know Tromell. He doesn't really tell many jokes." But, yeah, Rikku knew that too. "What... should I do?" Yuna thought she had to do everything. But at least she was asking for advice this time?
Rikku crumpled the letter. It made a satisfying noise. "Nothing," she said, not bothering to hide the edges of her temper seething out. "I'll take care of this. I'm going to Macalania."
Now was a good time to have a little chat with the Guado. One that was long overdue.
(OOC: preplayed with the awesome summoninghope. Establishy, but also open for calls, with the caveat that the Al Bhed girl is having a tremendously shitty day.)