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Much could be remarked about Gogo, master of mimicry, though nothing seemed to grab as much attention from the people of Aljana than their complete immobility and apparent refusal to behave in a typical fashion. As one woman discovered mere moments ago, Gogo was everything but typical.
However, standing in the middle of the bazaar as if the flow of time itself failed to move them forward causes problems, especially among certain castes of people possessed of more entitled perspectives of the world and how it works.
These were the people who had influence, the ability to guide and steer the course of events toward their own ends. And Gogo's anxiety toward the world was not interpreted as such, but rather as a nuisance that must be cleared from the streets.
The guards are summoned to contend with the strangely dressed mime, who remained firmly planted where they stood, speechless and unblinking. One of the armored men wave a hand before their face, only to pull it back when Gogo failed to do even so much as twitch a finger.
Then, an attempt was made to unmask the great mimic. Failure would greet them here, as well, for Gogo's shawl appeared to consciously defy their every effort to have it removed from the mysterious one's face. Just what was this person?
Ten minutes of fruitless interrogation yielded the city watch nothing but mounting frustration, as Gogo was not technically in violation of any laws that were on record, however it was an issue of common sense that they could not simply be permitted to remain fixed where they stood, taking up space and being a public nuisance, and the complete lack of communication did nothing but exacerbate their predicament.
Unable to allow them free leave to do...nothing, apparently, one of the guards lifted a hand up and traced it through the air, causing a screen of oscillating arcane light to erupt from beneath Gogo's feet until their entire body lifted up off the ground by several inches, courtesy of a Float spell. It was the only way to get this weirdo to move.
Without further deliberation, the guards would gently push the levitating mime along the streets of Aljana, giving the strange one a closer view of the city; even as their eyes lay perfectly still, everything that fell into their view could now be recalled with total clarity at a later point. It would help the mime to navigate this place more efficiently, when the guards inevitably decide to release them from custody. They were committing no crimes; there was no reason to incarcerate someone with crippling anxiety, for goodness's sake!
Until then, Gogo continued to remain motionless as death, permitting the men to do their job and direct them to the nearest barracks, where they were summarily deposited into one of the many open cells inside until the Float spell had finally wore off, setting Gogo down gently against the sandstone floor.
There, they would remain, until they were processed and sent on their way, or until somebody else offered to pass the time with them. From the way things appeared, there weren't many people being detained. Probably a side effect of good policy on behalf of this city's government structure, Gogo surmised.
Fran had been making her way back through the city's square and successfully not thought twice about her earlier encounter with the mimic. But with her sensitive ears, it was impossible to not pick up on the chatter of the guards in the area. They spoke now of a strange person who'd kept stone still while being carted off to a cell...
And Fran's curiosity got the better of her. It was, most certainly, Gogo that they were speaking about. Paired with the faded scent of magic in the square, the viera was compelled to dig deeper.
Approaching the guards, Fran set red eyes upon the armored figures, letting her height introduce her before words. The two men craned their heads up, and one cleared his throat as if to address her. She spoke first.
"You took the mimic into custody?"
The guard looked amused. "That's what you call 'im? Yeah, we did. Was causing a fuss."
Fran raised a skeptical brow. "What did he do, exactly?"
The guards exchanged a look. The second one tried to explain. "Well, people were staring and becoming concerned..."
"So...no crime was committed?"
The first guard shifted his footing some, but it seemed as though they were not eager to give her further answers. That was fine. She had what she needed.
Fran wandered off, curiosity sated, and for a while there was no finding her, the viera lost among the many faces and footfalls of the desert city. In time, she would reappear at the entrance of the jail the city operated.
Fran argued that the mimic's imprisonment was unfair and petitioned them to release the strange one into her company. The guards were not corrupt, though--just concerned for public safety and trying to do their job. So in the end, they saw reason.
Fran was escorted to Gogo's cell, now sporting a small satchel at her hip that she hadn't had earlier. The door was opened and the mimic was bid leave with the taller woman.
In lieu of a hello, Fran only motioned with a small wave toward the open door. "Freedom awaits you."
In truth, she'd had a "plan b" if the guards had not listened to reason. But the effort had not been needed.
Statuesque and immobile, Gogo studied the contents of the inner chamber with hawkish intensity, absorbing every piece of information their eyes could scrape up. It would seem that the people of this strange realm used hourglasses and sundials in lieu of other time-telling devices, the mimic speculated, counting approximately thirty minutes since they were first deposited in this gaol.
Just as they were getting comfortable with these new surroundings, a voice now familiar to Gogo reached their ears from outside the structure walls. It was Fran! Quite fortuitous, it was, for her to have witnessed their incarceration mere moments earlier. And here, Gogo was certain that they would not see each other again!
But nothing happened. When the talking outside had died down, excitement shortly gave way to confusion as Gogo wondered where Fran had gone off to. Was she really trying to help, or had curiosity merely been the pretense for her appearance here?
Before Gogo could even so much as form a question to ask, in struts Fran herself, lithe and beautiful, accompanied by one of the men initially responsible for incarcerating the strange one. Unbeknownst to the poor fellow, however, the rabbit-eared woman appeared to be carrying something extra on her figure.
The iron key is inserted into the lock, twisted, and the metal gate keeping Gogo separate from the world is swung wide open, with Fran being the one to usher them into it. However, Gogo did not budge, to the complete annoyance of the guard beside Fran, and most likely to her's, especially after all the trouble she went through to achieve this objective.
"I knew this was gonna happen..." the guard complained, rolling his eyes at the eccentric one before turning to Fran, "Look, they're not breaking any laws here, but we can't just have them being a nuisance." He then turned to the mimic with a bemused expression. "Y'hear that? You gotta do something around here, anything, or we're gonna have to ask you to leave Aljana."
So, this was Gogo's ultimatum, eh? Become a contributor towards a people who viewed them as a pest, or face exile? What kind of hospitality was this? The insinuation alone was enough to insult the famed mimic into an audible scoff of contempt for the man!
Although they had much reason to be thankful to Fran for her aid in this matter, Gogo felt no such obligation to be grateful to the city watch, as they would demonstrate by 'accidentally' stepping into the guard's armored shoe. "My apologies, there seems to be some trash in the way." Gogo paid their anger no mind as they slipped past the guard, out of the gaol doors, and back into Aljana proper.
"What is your angle, Fran?" asked Gogo, presuming the rabbit-eared woman was following closely by. They would not take up too much of her time, of course, but given that she had gone out of her way to free him from imprisonment, there had to be a reason for it. "Gogo will not be of much use to you, if it is a debt you are after. No money." They flipped through their robes with scattered fingers, emphasizing their absence of funds.
The guards here were easily bothered, it seemed. Perhaps from a lack of real crime to focus on. Fran did not care, only truly set on helping someone who shouldn't have been here in the first place. What Gogo chose to do after that point was none of her concern.
She was quiet as Gogo made to leave, offering the guard only a glance before turning and following the strange one out of the jail and then out into the street. What Gogo did not seem to grasp was that she had only helped out of a sense of fairness. There was no hidden agenda, no way in which she wished to put them in her debt.
"I know what it is like to be imprisoned when you have done no wrong," she explained. Though she would say nothing of the times she had been tossed into a cell for the right reasons.
"I was prepared to break you out if they did not heed logic," she noted, tapping the satchel that jingled sharply with its held lock-picking tools. "Perhaps it is better you make yourself less seen for a while." If Gogo drew the attention of the authorities again, they might just toss the mime right back where she'd just helped them out of.
So, equity was Fran's reasoning for springing Gogo out of indefinite imprisonment? A woman of her poise certainly did not seem the kind to just 'help someone out', even if there was nothing to gain from it. Her own admission was enough for the mime to ascertain that she, herself, must have felt the cruelty of cold iron chains at one point in her life.
Of course, when she further explained that she had also planned on freeing Gogo through illegal channels, as evidenced by the additional satchel at her hip, the oddly-dressed imitator could not help but wonder still if Fran was attempting some kind of long con.
Perhaps it was not the wisest course of action to look gift chocobos down their beaks, as the old saying goes. Gogo was being given a new lease on their arrival in this foreign realm; what they chose to do with this life was, wholly, up to them.
Being told to lay low and avoid drawing attention, Gogo could not help but let out a hearty guffaw. "Gogo is a walking rainbow that will surely not be appreciated here! Gogo shall do as the guard instructs and forever leave this city behind," admitted the mime, full of renewed vigor and certitude in their decision. Fran would pay their choice no heed, as was determined by their earlier interaction mere moments before this fiasco took place.
"You give Gogo much to contemplate, Fran. This mime expresses gratitude for your kindness," said Gogo, bowing in courtesy before the rabbit-eared woman before turning to depart for the city gates. "May you find your friends, and your place, in this world." Beneath their many shawls and drapes, Gogo smiled at Fran, certain their paths would cross once more.
No longer paralyzed with fear of the unknown, Gogo took several steps into the swelling crowd of people. And for the briefest of seconds, if she happened to be observant enough, their form appeared to be a perfect duplicate of Fran's own body, until the moving throngs caused the apparent doppelgänger to vanish out of sight entirely, supposedly never to be seen again.
So the mimic would leave the city, then? Fran wondered if that was wise. Would Gogo leave every city that did not bid them fair welcome? Or abandon roots among those who did not offer open arms? There was more to the world--even this strange one--than simple acceptance. But that was not for Fran to decide, and Gogo was now as free as the wind to decide what he--or she?--did. Fran did not know what to call them, or who they truly were. Still.
But maybe it didn't matter.
The mimic bid her farewell and expressed thanks for her kindness. Was it kindness? She'd only done what felt just. Though freedom was kind, in its own way, she supposed. The viera gave a small wave, red eyes appraising the colorful one a final time. Had they...mimicked her again? This time physically? What an oddity they were.
"Safe travels," she said. Gogo's wish for her to find her friends was mutual. How nice it would be to run into her allies here. What were the odds that any of them had been brought here too? She would've slain a hundred coeurls to see Balthier again. Or Ashe. She'd even settle for Vaan...on a good day.
Fran headed back toward the heart of the city, deciding that an early dinner was in order.
