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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

Rikku was here. All things considered, this was a major accomplishment.

She was too unsettled to try meditating again. She started to add Poisonstrike to a particularly large gun, and instead, flipped off the casing to see how the parts worked, inside. And then she decided she didn't want to tinker with weapons, either, and set it aside, half-finished.

The Wellspring Arms and Meditation Center was open.

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She's not doing so hot.

(Extreme SP, as I am leaving shortly.)

Some time into the afternoon, Cable came down the stairs holding a cup of coffee.

He paused in the doorway, but didn't say anything.

Rikku looked up, suddenly, and gave a nervous smile to her employer. "H-hi," she said. She gestured to the gun. "I, uh, started it and then kinda ... quit? I'm sorry. I'll ... fix it. Honest."

"It's alright," Cable said, taking a quiet sip of his coffee, "They can be fixed." He walked towards the shelves, moving some things around. "People are more difficult," he said, after a few moments. He glanced back.

She smiled, almost bitterly. "I feel stupid," she admitted. "Weak. 'Cause. I've gotten through so much and ... some of it was way worse and ... I used to be so strong. I could get through anything without just crying all over everybody. They burned our Home down and Keyakku and everyone else just ... gone and I stood proud and now ... here I am crying over a guy like some girl who ..."

He wasn't just 'a guy', he was -- she closed her eyes again, shaking the thought away. "Stupid."

"We all have our own definition of loss." Cable returned to the shelves, his cup resting atop a stack of boxes. He moved a rifle away from a precarious position it'd been balancing in. "And yet, there's always tomorrow..."

"Tired of losing people," she said, her eyes flashing. "Last time, it was him that got me through it and now it's him that's gone and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do now. It sucks and I don't get the point and I'm tired of it."

Cable shot her a sad little smile. He knew a few things about this particular topic. "No one should have to deal with that," he said, "Unfortunately, we all do."

Rikku shook her head. "I know. Lots of people have it way worse, I've got no right to ... it just feels like it's always me. I know it isn't. Just being stupid and feeling sorry for myself."

"What happened?" he just asked, turning away again.

"He left," she said softly. "He was ... the one person that got me to feel okay with being ... all weak and letting myself grieve. But he had to go home. And ... I thought we were a ... a forever kinda thing. I know how dumb that has to sound."

"It's a good thing to hope for."

"It is, but it's never gonna ..." She shook her head. "I'm tired of it. What's the point of letting yourself feel it if all it does it rip big pieces out of you? I hate this! I used to be able to ... to be happy even when I wasn't, to get out of bed and do what I had to do and ... I don't want to feel like this! I want to be cheerful and dorky and stupid and bounce around and not think about it and why feel it if it just means you can't make it go away?! What's the point of feeling it if it never stops?!" She was yelling now, and she realized suddenly she kind of liked yelling. "What's the point of giving a damn when all people do is leave? Did I piss off some cosmic bullshit I don't believe in? Who's next? I'm gonna wake up tomorrow morning and three of my friends will be zombies who ate two others, and you know the worst thing? The worst thing is instead of going, wow, more dead friends, I'm gonna go, great, I shouldn't have made that stupid joke at the weapons store yesterday! But at least then I'd know something was messing with me!"

Cable stood through the tirade like a stoic statue - his hands moving to continue his work as she spoke.

When she finished, he glanced down, then turned partway back. "Because there's always a chance, no matter how small, that it won't end like that," he said. "Because without hope, life is pointless. Because without it, we might as well be dead and buried - we'll have lost everything that makes it worthwhile. Because tomorrow always, always-- comes again."

"Yeah," she said softly. "I ... didn't mean to yell like that. Sorry."

Rikku shivered. "It's ... all just ... piling up at once."

"Don't worry about it." He watched her with little hint of an expression on his face, except the slightest hint of a smile. "Sometimes, we all need to be reminded."

Deadpool would be a terribly mentor to not bring his depressed minion something today.

Which is why he wandered into the shop with an ice cream cake in the shape of a pony (http://farmhousebakery.com/images/Horse%20cake%20002.jpg). No matter what he said, he couldn't convince the people at Chilly Boulder to give it a wee frosting gun. "Lil' minion?"

[[For SP so extreme, it might need to be called X-TREME]]

Rikku looked up, and ... and ... he really ...

She clapped a hand over her mouth and if Deadpool thought he was getting out of this without a tackleglomp hug, he didn't know his minion very well.

"Gah!" He lifted the cake high above his head so there was no squishing of the pony.

"You're the best," she said. It was kinda muffled and sniffly but she wasn't letting go to say it, so tough. "Totally and it's an ice cream pony and you're so great."

Okay, so she sucked at words.

Shifting the cake to rest on one hand, Deadpool patted her on the back awkwardly. "I promised you them and... yeah. My minion gets what I promise."

"I totally need the sugar, too," she said. She laughed. "I was half-expecting it to have a gun. OH. And I drew one on a test I was taking and that's why you have to fight Squall. It was an ice cream pony with a gun and it said THIS IS ONLY ONE OF THE MANY REASONS WHY DEADPOOL IS MORE AWESOME THAN YOU."

"Aww," Deadpool replied, Slowly trying to guide her toward the counter so he could set the cake down. "That's why you're my lil' minion."

Rikku let go so he could actually set the cake down. "Oh. Don't mind this," she said, moving the gun out of the way. "I was trying to add poisonstrike to it and then I got distracted and I'm kinda in a not-so-great mood and I didn't feel like finishing it. Blah."

She looked at the cake for a long moment, smiling. "This, uh. Thanks. I mean. It's really ... yeah. See, other people don't have mentors that would kidnap people and beat up their teachers and get them ice cream ponies."

"Poisonstrike?" Deadpool tried not to sound interested, there was minion cheering up to be had, but... POISONSTRIKE.

Talking shop was always a cheering thing for the minion. She beamed. "Didn't you know I could customize weapons? That's kinda what we did to your car. Uh. Sorry. It was fun before it made the car blow up?"

She pulled a few items out of her pouch. "These are Antidotes. 99 of them, burned onto a weapon, means some of the time, a hit from that weapon has poison on it. Cheap and easy to do, 'cause you can buy Antidotes at any storefront, but unreliable. Whereas these are Poison Fangs." She held one up. "You can steal them from Wasps and Sleep Sprouts and any oversized insect kinda fiend. You put 24 of these on the barrel of a gun, and any bullets that come out are poison-tipped. Or you put it on the blade of a sword or whatever you're using. All attacks, not just some."

She grinned. "The neat thing is? Twelve of them on your armor makes you poison immune. Kinda funny how that goes."

Deadpool... kinda stopped paying attention halfway through that. Short attention span and all. "But I'm already immune to poisons."

"Then I won't make you armor," she said cheerfully, popping the casing back on the gun. "I wonder if I can make this baby shoot flames, too."

"Oooo!" Deadpool bounced a little at that. "I am all for this plan!"

"Do you have any weapons you want me to spruce up?" she laughed, digging some Bomb Fragments out of her pouch. "Four of them. Shouldn't be too hard to fit, yeah? Flaming poison-tipped bullets. That'd be pretty sweet."

Deadpool frowned. Removing various bits of weaponry from his person to set on the counter.

...

This could take a while.

Mod your Zen.

I totally didn't post this to my own journal, first. Shhhh.

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