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All art is but imitation of nature, or so the old saying goes. It was a maxim that Gogo, the master of mimicry, found much truth in. The people of Aljana, however? They were not so keen to open their doors to someone as eccentric and singular as the many-colored one, valuable as their talents in the art of duplication were. Some folks were just intolerant of people with anxiety, and would rather they put their nervous energy to better use.
Thus, Gogo had done just that, by vowing never to return back again. If their idea of 'first response' involved putting distressed people behind bars, then it was nowhere close to being as hospitable as others might advertise it to be.
...Although it would have been especially helpful if they had found some kind of aid to help them navigate this alien world. Gogo figured it would be worth the risk to brave the dangers alone, if it also meant being more selective with the kind of company they kept henceforth. If nothing else, Fran's earlier influence had left an indelible mark on Gogo's ability to tackle the issue of being stranded in a brand-new world.
So on, they would walk, until it felt like days had passed since leaving Aljana. To better understand their surroundings, the mimic did what they did best: Gogo copied the world herself. Wherever there were animals, Gogo would imitate their movements and patterns, acting as they did to learn the locations of edible food and potable water. Copying the plants took a little more effort, but in doing so, Gogo could learn how they behaved in response to changes in the weather, and find appropriate shelter thereafter. The further they traveled, the more they learned, and in the span of a week, it would seem as if Gogo may as well have lived in the wilderness for most of their life. Nature yields to those who respect her power.
As the days elapsed, the landscape would slowly shift and morph to accommodate the change in distance, as sand slowly gave way to wet grasses and soft patches of dirt, until the dunes of the desert were completely behind Gogo in full. The temperature seemed far more hospitable, as well, and actually felt cool and refreshing at points. When the fields began to turn into valleys and hills, an additional feature became more prevalent the further Gogo ventured: open cracks in the ground, brimming with mysterious light. How exciting!
And yet, it also seemed rather lonely in this place, Gogo thought.
However, a looming presence over the horizon, dark and massive, kept low as it stalked the unknowing solitary traveler, ready to prove them dreadfully wrong.
I KNOW WHAT I WAS FEELIN', BUT WHAT WAS I THINKIN'?
Everything was spinning.
It was the last thing Cid recalled as the Highwind struggled in the sky against the might of the Holy Spell. The ship flipped too and fro, throwing bodies and items everywhere. Gloved hands reached out, gripping for anything to hold him still, but the pilot was unable to grasp anything tangible. Everything tumbled in a mess of steel colors. How he’d managed to dodge a goddamn concussion, he wasn’t sure.
Or … maybe he didn’t.
Cid groaned, the first thing that came to him being an intense and persistent ache. When he opened his eyes, it wasn’t the hull of his beautiful ship there to greet him, nor was it the sky darkened by a damn terrifying meteor. Instead, a peaceful blue sky hung overhead, clouds gently, slowly, rolling along. Confused and in pain, Cid shut his eyes tightly. His head was killing him, and his back felt like that shit ninja girl kicked him in the spine. Around him, the environment was quiet. Peaceful.
It was all damn wrong.
With all the effort he could manage, Cid forced himself up into a sitting position. His head swam and his stomach lurched, but after a few loud, unintelligible curses things seemed to even out. Around him was … was … Well, nothing. He could have mistaken it for the Northern Crater, at least somewhat, if it weren’t for the mild temperature and normal ass sky overhead. Nothing but grass swaying in the wind, and a weird light coming out of some cracks in the ground.
The Highwind was nowhere to be seen. That was a real head scratcher. Cid knew he’d pulled the emergency lever to try and save their asses. He should have still been on his damn ship, with everyone else –
“Oh, shit,” the pilot groaned, his voice hoarse with disuse, “Anyone else here?”
Cid struggled to his feet, but managed to plant his boots firmly against the ground. His spear lay forgotten in the weeds nearby, and he grabbed it as he stumbled by, looking for any other signs of life. Blonde spiky hair? Machine gun arm? Weird cat guys? Blue eyes scanned the nearby area as he hobbled along, step by step, back complaining and head pounding. But, nothing and no one jumped out at him.
Pausing at one of the mysterious fissures in the ground that was just nonchalantly leaking a weird light like that was a totally normal thing, Cid fished a cigarette out of the pack tucked under his goggles strap. Thank god his goddamn lighter was still in his pocket. The pull of hot, familiar, comforting smoke into his lungs hardly helped the situation at hand, but it did ease the headache. Cid glanced around again, looking for a sign of, well, anything at this point, ‘cause no one he knew was apparently around.
Alright dipshit, yer alone. Sky ain’t right. Ground ain’t right. No ship. No weird ass friends. What now?
Cid exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders as he trudged over the lighted crack in the ground. He started down the small hillside, watching his feet while grumbling about his back, before he caught sight of a bundle of colors among the landscape. It wasn’t anything (or anyone?) he recognized, but a sign of life was a sign of life, and he wasn’t one to look a gift chocobo in the mouth.
“‘Ay!” the pilot barked over the distance between them, waving with a free hand, “Over here!”
He was just trying to get the attention of the person drowning in clothes. That’s it. But of course, his own damn luck, something else moved in the grass along the other hillside, where plants met the horizon. Cid focused on the parting weeds, furrowing his brows as he slowly lowered his hand. Whatever was there was … big. And it was … oh shit, it was starting to move faster toward the other figure at the bottom of the hill!
Cursing, Cid started running toward the person who was certainly in goddamn danger now, waving his hand and spear as he quickly tried to shorten the distance between them, “Run! Move yer ass! There’s somethin’ behind you!”
Studious eyes scan the environment for landmarks, points of interest, anything exclusive or unusual that stood out amidst the rolling plains of grass and earth. Next to the oddly-dressed mime, however, only the effervescent light pouring from the cracks in the ground seemed unique here. Gogo sighed, recalling that briefest of time spent in Aljana. It seemed that, no matter where they went, whether there were people around or not, the mimic could not find a place to fit in.
What utter poppycock! Gogo scoffed aloud. "This one bets that Fran has already forgotten about Gogo," they said, intoned with a mixture of both despondency and frustration. Thinking back on their encounter, yes, she might have sprung the esteemed master of duplication out of potentially everlasting incarceration, but she had clearly found Gogo too eccentric to put up with for more than several minutes at a time. Gogo would know; copying others is their specialty! "This one also bets that their friends have forgotten them, too! Why, Gogo is probably an afterthought to them! Oh!" They just let him fall into that chasm as the Tower fell, even! By this point, purest anger at the possibility of being a footnote in the lives of other people had overtaken the mime. They threw both arms up, exasperated, "This one bets all the gil in the world that nobody would mourn Gogo if they died!"
A voice suddenly pierces through the imitator's veil of rage, causing Gogo to blink in disbelief. "Ah?" Someone else was here, in this fieldscape of desolation? Just hearing the new presence had all but erased whatever vexation they felt in the moment, for it meant that somebody had noticed them; more importantly, they wished to engage! How delightful!
Before Gogo could acclimate themselves to the newcomer and their location, the voice had suddenly begun shouting for them to start running, and with extreme haste, because something was...behind them? Just as soon as Gogo tried to swivel on their heels, hoping to see what the new presence was talking about, an enormous shadowy form began barreling its way towards the master mime.
There was hardly any time to react. Eyes both wide as saucers, Gogo yelped as they, out of purest reflex, bent themselves backwards like an amorphous flan as the gargantuan creature rushed forward and leapt with massive claws outstretched, just barely missing the multi-colored one as it skidded to a lumbering halt; Gogo was careful enough to throw both hands up above their head as they approached the ground, although now they were left even more vulnerable than before, and with a full view of the monster that was now sizing up its prey.
Large and purple, with horns that could gore several cattle in a single blow, with claws like spears and fangs like swords dripping with purest malice. Shocks of orange fur traveled from head to tail, which swayed and beat the ground in a display of menace. And its eyes, red like the blood it wished to spill, were dead set on Gogo.
"Aaaiiiieeee!!!" The mime shrieked loud in horror, scrambling to both feet as the mighty beast let out a commanding roar that served to properly motivate Gogo into running as fast as their legs could carry them. In the process of running away from the now-pursuant creature, another man in the distance stood out among the weeds and rocks, carrying what looked like a spear. Waving back at them frantically, Gogo shouted out, "Help!! Help!! For all that's holy and pure, please!!!"
Being digested by another monster. Is this how the famous Gogo meets their end?
A sparkling light of green and blue hues, fell from the dark and misty sky, before bursting into a streak of golden light. The hue of light immersed within itself would crash down to the earth in a myriad of colours, landing in one of the empty fields of green. Darkness surrounded her, before fading into what seemed to be a green cloud. Bushes and sticks lay piled on top of her as she lay, sleeping, in the grassy crevice of the plane's floors. Beneath her, the patches of grass that encircled her body had been burned and scorched black. If it had not been any more obvious by now, it would be clear to say that the origin of the myriad of light that had fallen from these misty skies was due to no one other than Zerrelle and one of her failed spells. Yes, the hue of lights glimmering like a beacon in the sky, was indeed because of her spell. To wrap this up, we might as well explain how this magical nonsense came to be.
It hadn’t been too long ago. Zerrelle had been testing out one of her new spells, which she had been working on for quite some time. If she was successful, the spell would allow her to travel across great distances within only a moment's worth of time. Within seconds she could literally be anywhere she wanted to be, but this spell came with certain impediments. First, it was extremely dangerous, being that if she messed up the incantation, there was a chance that she would wind up leaving her soul behind somewhere. Ultimately losing it forever, but who didn't need to make sacrifices in order to achieve great things? Yet it would seem that this time as well, would just be another failed attempt at making the spell work. Right, I never did mention the other consequence of failing the spell’s incantation.
Well as we have just witnessed, the other cost for having made a failed attempt at the incantation of this spell, is that it brings you to a random location on the planet, when not controlled correctly, just like this empty field. Now, deep down, Zerrelle knew that the spell was much more dangerous since there was even a chance that it could bring you somewhere that was not of this world, but that hasn't happened to her… at least not yet. Nevertheless, she hadn’t been transported to some other world, she was here, in the Fractured Plains. Injured, but alive.
Upon feeling the ground shake from underneath her, Zerrelle would slowly awaken from her dazed slumber. It was then that her eyes would flutter open, only to hear the massive rumbling to the south of her current location. Gritting her teeth, she moaned in pain as she forced herself up from her resting place and immediately began to pursue the source of the sound. It wouldn’t be long before the strange rumbling turned into roars of carnage and destruction. Just below the plain, there was a small man dressed in a multitude of colours, drapes of yellow, red and more, who was being chased down by a massive creature, and off to the right of him stood a taller blond fellow with a spear. “My gosh, what in the world here is going on?” she blurted, unsure of what to make of this situation. That monster. She had never seen it before, its beastly main covered in orange, and crimson eyes, stained like blood, and its claws, capable of crushing even the mightiest of beasts. It was then in the midst of her thoughts that she heard the colourful one’s cries for help and she immediately rushed forth into the fray, with her grimoire of spells in hand.
I KNOW WHAT I WAS FEELIN', BUT WHAT WAS I THINKIN'?
Whoever, or whatever, Cid had shouted to was lucky to be alive. He watched the comedy of errors as the person fell on the ground, just barely missing being ripped to shreds by claws almost as thick as his own forearm. The creature eyed the easy, defenseless prey, and Cid almost choked on his own damn cigarette as he picked up the pace in his run. God damn his back hurt, he was not in the mood to deal with a … a..
Shit. A whole ass Behemoth!?
The other individual managed to pick their ass back up and run for their life towards him, waving their hands wildly in the air and begging for help. Behind him, the Behemoth stalked quickly after him, razor sharp teeth glinting and claws digging into the cracked earth. “Hurry it up!” Cid shouted, quickly checking the materia in the slots of his weapon. He waved a gloved hand over one, directing its might toward the hungry ass monster.
Thunder rumbled overhead as a large, powerful bolt of lightning came crashing down onto the Behemoth. The creature roared in anger, obviously injured by the powerful jolt as it stopped in its tracks to tend to its sizzling flesh. Thank gaia for a goddamn mastered materia. Cid met the almost-monster-lunch person halfway, cigarette practically ruined between his clenched teeth.
Now that he had more than a few panicked seconds to take the sight in, Highwind noticed the person’s very odd attire. Like, real goddamn strange. Very colorful, interesting shoes, face shrouded. He looked like somethin’ out of a wacky play, like a jester to a king. Well, whatever or whoever it was, unless they knew how to fight, the two of them were still in a pickle.
Cid wiped some sweat from his brow, blue eyes locking in on the monster that was staring them down from a modest distance with its hackles raised, “‘less you know how to fight, I suggest you go on an’ hightail it outta here. This thing ain’t gonna stop huntin’ us as long as it's still breathin’.”
As they ran for their actual life, Gogo felt the distinctive surge of static in the air, and it was powerful. The weapon-carrying man evidently possessed a talent for the casting of magics, as a single gesture toward the heavens called down a mighty bolt of lightning to impede the advance of the massive creature that had set its sights on the famed mimic. Gogo made sure to dive for the ground just as the stranger's magic connected with the Behemoth, causing the beast to yowl as plasma seared flesh.
Scrambling back to their feet again, the mime closed enough distance between themselves and the man who had saved their life to obtain a better look. Goggles over cropped blond hair, clothes smudged with dirt and grime from various sources, a spear that looked entirely handmade, and the presence of several gem-like objects embedded within it. They were obviously a skilled warrior, else the very heavens would not have bowed to his whim mere moments ago.
As Gogo's rescuer locked eyes with the Behemoth, without skipping a beat, so too did the master mime. He gives the suggestion to run away and leave the matter to him, provoking a scoff in disbelief. “A person would be evil to trade lives in dangerous conditions,” cryptically spoke the mime as they scanned their environment for something they could arm themselves with. Against all odds, Gogo's eyes landed upon a rusted spear that had long since been abandoned to the plains by its former owner, and with several cautious steps, they retrieved the armament and gave it a practice flourish with renewed vim and vigor. “Allow this one to repay the favor.”
Closing a thumb around their middle and ring fingers with pointer and pinky fully extended, sparks began to generate between Gogo's fingertips. Fiercely gazing upon the monster that nearly devoured them, the mimic dramatically raised their arm to the sky as it roiled and churned, calling forth a second bolt of lightning down upon the beast in earnest. Hot plasma scorches the Behemoth's hide worse than any fire could, but it clearly appeared much too resilient for electrocution, and winds up twice as aggravated as it had been earlier.
Gogo hummed, ready to cast another spell at a moment's notice. They had doubts about the rusted spear's efficacy, but if memory served correctly, Behemoths were immune to poison, meaning the Scorpion Tail was all but neutered here; withdrawing it would only be a matter of self-defense at this point. “This one proposes we defeat this monster together,” Gogo suggested to the stranger next to themselves, unsure of their odds of success, but determined to give the Behemoth hell all the same.
Little did either of them know, a third party had arrived moments ago, and was just about to stumble upon the scene.
This was no good. It would seem that the battle between them and the Behemoth had already begun. As she glimpsed into the beast's large red orbs, the sorceress almost found herself stopping in her tracks, in fear of the beast's deathly presence. "What a terrible monster," she thought, as she watched it growl with rage, but then a mighty laugh would suddenly be heard, escaping from her small frame, "Haha! Although better that I succeed in destroying the beast in its wake," she'd say proudly, reassuring herself with her indecisive cockiness, and with that the fear within her had resided. The monster was clearly something she had never faced before and thus it made her wonder just how useful her spells would really be to the party, and if they would have any effect on the beast at all. Would she have to rely on her greater magics to even be of aid to her allies? No. Now was not time for such a false sense of spirit, she had to believe in herself, she was a sorceress after all, a great Magus to one day be.
As the Behemoth monster tore into the earth and chased after its colorful prey, she would watch as the blond fellow in the brown goggles, would suddenly raise his spear into the air and call upon the elements, summoning forth a mighty bolt of lightning that would flash before her eyes, striking the beast and causing it to writhe in pain and anger, and then without a moment's notice a second flash of lightning would strike the beast, sending it into a second fit of fury.
Positioning herself at the back and middle of the two, the sorceress took her stance, and prepared to unleash the magic within her grimoire. Placing her feet a shoulder width apart, the sorceress swiped her hand over the face of the grimoire, unleashing the magic within. As the pages began to flip, a red light would suddenly envelope the lower side of her face.
“This better work,” she’d say, thrusting her hand forward a flaming ball would encompass the entirety of her hand, “Fire!” She’d yell, activating the spell and with that command, the flame surrounding her hand would blast off towards the Behemoth's face.
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