Kraken Campfire, Later Tuesday Night

[the_merriest]

Rikku hoped it wasn't too dark that people wouldn't be able to see that she now had purple hair.

Aly was on her short list of Favorite Teachers Ever.

She hoped the Kraken bathroom had recovered from any possible dye-related mishaps.

Rikku sat in front of the campfire, bouncing to herself. Ready to chat the ear off anybody and everybody who dropped by.



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[the_merriest]

Rikku grinned. "Trial and error, you know? Where I'm from we kinda don't have, uh, instruction manuals, or anything else. You have to make it up and see what works, or, you know. Try to figure out why it didn't, which is way more common. And dude, a turtle-finder would be perfect for you guys, 'cause if one of you got lost after a fight, you could just tool around until you picked them up, right?"

She was bouncing now, because oh, how she loved weird tech stuff. "Not guns? Have you thought about spikes, maybe? If you kept them flat enough it'd be safe in case you bumped into it while walking, but you could still use the van as a souped-up battering ram." She chewed her lip. "Reinforcing is always a way to go, too. And oh! I only know a little magic, like, basic elemental spells. I'm not a mage or anything. But some of the items I have are kinda - charmed, I guess. Fiends drop them, or you can steal them, and then you do neat stuff with weapons and armor. Or, well, I can, anyway." She blushed a little at that.