There lies a mess of machina strewn about the lab, a guard lies contorted over the table used for experimentations. He – or she, their face fried beyond recognition, stares through melted eyes. Rikku stands with her back turned away, her posture uncharacteristically upright.
At the sound of the door opening, she turns on her heels, completely familiar and yet completely alien eyes meet the Summoner’s without a hint of recognition. At the sound of Yuna’s voice, Rikku – splattered with blood from the departed that did not make it out of the room in time, slips into battle stance.
A half breath later, and she leaps into the air, enhanced strength swoops her up as though on wings, in the moment a thought passes the creature inhabiting Rikku is aiming down with a fierce punch.
FEB 9 | DAY XXIII ( closed )
At the sound of the door opening, she turns on her heels, completely familiar and yet completely alien eyes meet the Summoner’s without a hint of recognition. At the sound of Yuna’s voice, Rikku – splattered with blood from the departed that did not make it out of the room in time, slips into battle stance.
A half breath later, and she leaps into the air, enhanced strength swoops her up as though on wings, in the moment a thought passes the creature inhabiting Rikku is aiming down with a fierce punch.