School Lawn, Sunday, Late Afternoon

[the_merriest]

Don't ask how Rikku had come up with a volcano. It had involved a little research, a little shopping, and a little Al Bhed explosives know-how. And now, there it was, a volcano on the school lawn. Hooray!

Rikku was waiting very patiently for an old friend to stop in. You couldn't blow up a volcano without the guest of honor, after all.


(Open, but with the same OOC restrictions as yesterday: Hamlet is currently a ghost, so your character would likely need either spiritual powers or a previous attachment to him to be able to actually see and talk to him. Otherwise, all you'll get are a drop in the temperature and lingering bits of ectoplasm.)

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[the_merriest]

She swallowed past another lump - stupid, no crying, he was back, that was good - and turned to give him a very brief - and incorporeal - sort of hug. "You'll get it. I've got faith in you. Yeah?"

Rikku bit her lip and smiled again. "We've got a duck to hunt. You sure you'll know the right one?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet reached back to try and hug the space where Rikku was. His aim was a little off, but close enough overall.

"Of course I would. It's the one that spends its days moping around, hoping that someone with either listen to it whine or feed it bread crumbs."

[the_merriest]

"See, that sounds, to me, like a duck that needs a little lightning in its life," Rikku grinned. "Gives it a better appreciation for what it has."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"I think that'd we'd be helping it out a great deal by doing so," he said. "So tell me: how good is your aim?"

[the_merriest]

"My aim?" Rikku grinned. "My aim is awesome. So long as he's not hanging out in the middle of other ducks that totally don't deserve zapping, I think we're a go."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Even if he is, we can always talk him out of the crowd by expositing at length to him." He smirked. "There's always ways to get him on his own so that he can be blasted."

[the_merriest]

"Plus if he's that annoying, the other ducks probably hate him anyway," she laughed. "Oh, man, we're awful."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Hamlet joined in the laughing. "Don't feel too bad. He probably deserves it."

[the_merriest]

"Maybe he's telling the other ducks really boring stories," she said. "And they're all going 'oh, man, not THIS again.'"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"You see?" Hamlet said. "These poor ducks need to be helped out. They need this problem duck removed -- possibly with some orange sauce.

[the_merriest]

"No killing," Rikku laughed. "Scare him, zap him, you bet, but let's not kill the duck just 'cause it's lame. That's kinda mean."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Fine fine," Hamlet said, understanding Rikku's aversion to death. "But can we at least strip him of his feathers?"

[the_merriest]

"I think the lightning would take care of that," she grinned. "Let's find out."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Lead on," he said, preparing to follow Rikku as best he could.

[the_merriest]

Rikku nodded, leaving the remains of the volcano scattered over the lawn as they walked to the duck pond.

"So, what have you been doing, then?" she asked. "I mean, s-since ... you know. And how come I can see you now?"