Kiki had gotten the rare thought to travel to a bar in the Goblet alone one particularly warm autumn eve, sipping her wine at the well polished red-stained wooden bar. One of the many patrons she had seen ordering drinks came back to the bar, which is perfectly normal, it is a bar and people drink there. He however, decided to take a particularly keen interest in Kiki, “HIC, Oy love, what say we go back to my place and you show me the goods you’ve got barely hidden under that crap you call clothes?”
Politely, because you should always start with politeness, she declined, “Oh no, I’m sorry, but I’m here with someone.” It was a struggle not to yell at the man, but she was in training now, and a lady should always act like it in public. Her bluff went unheeded, because the man was simply too drunk to care.
Grabbing her by the front of her dress, he almost stripped her for all to see as she reached up to clutch her dress in time. Smacking him, she managed to get the time she needed to start running out of the bar, through the Goblet, but the man was not too far behind her. She screamed at him to let her be, but he wasn’t having it, laughing as he stumbled after her. Turning a corner however, the man found her against a dead end. Arms out he cackled to himself as he glared at her hungrily, “I got you now, Pretty.”
Now that they were alone however, she didn’t have to be so prim, instead pulling out a spare foci from her handbag and lifting it above her head with both hands as she channeled, fire sprouting on the man’s sleeve. Soon he was sprinting back the way he came, bumping into walls to try and get someone to put the fire out. With a sigh, Kiki placed the foci back in her bag and left for home, her night ruined.
“My friendships are my most prized possessions.” There was no hesitation to her response, “My clothing is just clothes, my material possessions just materials. But each and every friendship is entirely unique, and each one gives me wonderful memories in their own ways, and though nothing lasts forever, I hope the memories of each will.”
Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time.
“I definitely waste time, I can’t imagine it’s possible to not ever waste time.” Kiki paused a moment as she gazed thoughtfully, “My favorite time-waster is an extra long bath with hot water and nowhere to be!”
11.
Intellectual pursuits?
“Currently, I suppose I’m studying to be a better house servant, as I’ve been recommended for retraining along with Yuki by the company we work for.”
18.
Favorite beverage?
“Hmmm…” Her brow furrowed in concentration as she thought on the question, “I guess it would be a toss between green tea and grape juice when I’m at home or at brunch or something, and my late-night favorite would have to be…white wine! Yes, that’s it!”
Kiki recharges the old fashion way: sleeping. If she really needs it, she’ll take a nap, or if she needs a little bit of energy quick she’ll have some tea. When she’s emotipnally drained, she’ll draw a bath or spend time with friends, which always boosts her mood!
Happy Halloween everyone! As some of you might remember I put up a post asking for some of you to give asks of your characters in a costume at the beginning of the month. I did not forget but I did scrap the big group piece in favor of these I made instead.
(I’ll name the characters that submited & their costume, from left to right.)
@pk-sonica-omega ’s character, Soni, as Kumatora from “Mother 3”.
Sometime eventually into the future, we find our heroine, Kiki at home, doing what she loves, knitting upon one of the chairs next to the fireplace. Khara and Yuki were in the middle of the room doing yoga to keep themselves young, but between Yuki and Kiki, there were many grandchildren who needed swetters before Christmas, and by the Kami, each one must be hand knitted! And so a black sweater with a pink crochet meteor in the middle for her secret personal favorite, Luna, a budding mage in her own right, a white and blue sweater for Yoshi, a fan of the gladiators in Ul’dah, and a green one for the nature-loving Rikku. Looking over her glasses, which had long since been upgraded to bifocals, she smiled as she watched her lovers practice, wondering to herself how lucky she was her fate landed the way it did, she had no plans, no contingency, she took each day as it came instead.
Kikyo Mihata 