Fifth Floor Common Room, Early Sunday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

After ascertaining his roomie was a total freak, Reno had decided that he had to get out of his room for a bit, stretch his legs, and get himself something to eat.

So there he was in the fifth-floor common room, a bowl of nuked noodles in his hand. The only thing that could have completed the meal would have been some sort of booze, but he'd take what he could get. Maybe he'd stop by that place with the zombies that didn't card, later.

For now, he was going to just pace about anxiously. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something up, and Turk instinct had him paranoid that he might have been followed, for whatever reason.

[[Open, as common rooms are!]]

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[the_merriest]

"Maybe I'll just use it close up," she grinned. "We'll find out if I can fire it left-handed."

[raspberryturk]

"Because nothin' beats bein' shot at point-blank, yo." It wasn't entirely clear if he was actually joking, here.

[the_merriest]

"You said you wanted a challenge," Rikku beamed. "You just might get one."

[raspberryturk]

"I can hardly wait."

The look on his face? Epic cockiness. Right there.

[the_merriest]

"Just till Wednesday," she grinned. "I'll bring the Godhand, and you'll bring - what do you carry?"

[raspberryturk]

"Electro-mag rod," he replied smoothly.

And very casually.

And entirely obliviously.

[the_merriest]

"Electro- ... what now?" Rikku asked, looking hesitant.

[raspberryturk]

"It's a stick? That zaps things, yo." Well. That hesitation was rather unexpected. Reno quirked an eyebrow.

[the_merriest]

Oh. That was ... oh. Yeah. Uh.

"Changed my mind," Rikku said abruptly. "Probably a bad idea to spar before cheer and all. Might get hurt. Or ... something. Yeah. Bad idea."

[raspberryturk]

... Huh.

"That's sudden, yo." His eyebrow? Still raised. "If you're so worried about gettin' hurt before cheer, I can mess with the materia. Turn it off, sorta. Makes things a little more interesting, don't you think?" Never let it be said that Reno isn't toughtful. "Takes away the 'bzzt' and narrows it down to me beatin' on you with a blunt object, zoto."

Was a shot in the dark, really. And handicaps just made sparring more interesting. Right?

[the_merriest]

Rikku blinked, and considered, and then shook her head. "Your weapon, you shouldn't go handicapping it. I mean, I've got a Godhand and a Glock. The Glock's even got Poisonstrike. We can just, you know. Some ... other time, or ..."

Hang on. "... Materia?"

[raspberryturk]

"You know? Little balls, let you use magic?" Come on. She couldn't seriously not know what materia was.

[the_merriest]

Rikku blinked, again. And then she calmly turned, pointed at the trash can, concentrated, and cast Water on it. Well, technically, in it.

"My magic doesn't need balls." Another blink. "So to speak."

[raspberryturk]

...

"Oh."

...

Guess she didn't have to know what materia was, after all.

"I... can't do that, yo."

[the_merriest]

"I had to learn," she said apologetically. "And get more experience fighting fiends and get stronger and then I could? Lulu taught me, she can do really cool spells like Flare, I just know elements, you know?"

[raspberryturk]

"I... run fast?" It was a lame attempt at rescuing his machismo, here. "Didn't have to level materia for that."

[the_merriest]

Rikku shook her head. "Hang on. You have ball-things that let you cast magic?"

So much for his world being like Spira. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or not.

[raspberryturk]

"Yes?" Hadn't he already covered that? "Apparently you don't."

Apparently.

[the_merriest]

"I had to have little sphere-things to learn them," Rikku said, thinking. "It's ... hard to explain? You had to learn certain things so you could learn other things and there were paths and ... really, really hard to explain. Uh. Just ... go with it?"

[raspberryturk]

"Sounds like a good plan."

He was making a mental note, of course. Sphere things. And paths. Or something like that, anyhow. He'd have to learn it all more thoroughly later, type it out, and send it to the boss for review, of course. But for now, he'd be content to just go with it.

"Where did you say you were from, again?"

[the_merriest]

"Spira?" Rikku said, raising an eyebrow. "You've never heard of it. No one has. Except Lulu."

She mimed the international sign for "have you met Lulu, and/or Lulu's tremendous assets?"

[raspberryturk]

He was pretty sure he hadn't met Lulu's assets.

"Yeah, no. I'm not from there." Spira. Not the assets. He wasn't from the assets, either, really.

[the_merriest]

"She teaches here," Rikku said, still ... miming ... Lulu's most recognizable trait. "She was at the picnic, long black dress, and, uh."

She realized she was miming Lulu's double-sided tape issues and stopped, blushing. "She's an old friend of mine," she mumbled.

[raspberryturk]

"Lucky her, yo." Really. Not many people could boast having a friend who so willingly demonstrated the vast expanse that might have been one's tits. This was a very special girl, obviously. "The planet I'm from is called Gaia."

He'd be nice and change the topic. This time.