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Gegenji · **05-22-2015, 08:41 AM**

THIS POST IS ALL OOC STUFF!

The following is what I had as a sort of "rough draft" back when I first started on this story path for Gogon. A lot of things changed, as you'll see. Gogon was more... openly arrogant, more melodramatic and dismissive. And a lot less paranoid and off-kilter than he ended up. He recognizes his brother and doesn't seem to care at all about him, which really didn't fit with the development of their relationship in their youth. It definitely hits the "corrupted WoL" angle I was originally going for a bit better, though, I think. Even considering the cheesy villanous line I included.

There are some other minor differences as well. Gogon had his Fairy out - which still had the "default" name of Lily instead of Ezra. Chachan still had his mispronunciation and slang thing going strong here, though. Even if he didn't have the cutesy nickname for his older brother.

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Original Draft

Quote:"I... returned home recently," Gogo admitted quietly. "To Doma."

Chachanji blinked, the violet eyes he shared with his brother clouded with confusion. Perhaps sensing his younger brother's silent prodding for clarification, Gogonji turned to face Chacha more fully. His own eyes, glimmering like amethysts, were alight with an inner fire. The intensity of his elder brother's stare set the boy back a step.

"I finally thought I had the proof I needed to convince Father," Gogonji explained. "I had studied and practiced and guided many a battle through tactics and wit. I had descended on the remnant knowledge of Nym and scoured what I could from its cobwebbed stores. I caught the first ship back home that I could, treatises and theories clutched to my chest with ink still wet."

The older of the two paused for a beat, before continuing in a lower tone.

"I saw it happen. I saw the city engulfed in all-consuming flame." Gogonji's eyes dropped to his hands, held open in front of him. Those small hands balled tightly into fists. The next words were spat, as if coated in venom. "And I could do nothing."

"So go see Papa 'n Mama 'n Nin!" Chachanji pressed, gesticulating and pointing back towards the city in the distance. "They're here! Safe! In Mor Dhona!"

"It's not ABOUT that anymore.." Again Gogonji trailed off, though this time he raised a hand to his head, his fingers brushing lightly against his temple. His burning eyes grew hazy, as if lost in a thick fog. Chachanji reached out to his brother, to catch him should he fall. Yet, just as quickly as the weakness seemed to come, it left again. "... I see. You should understand, then. It's not about HAVING this knowledge anymore, it's about USING it."

"What...?" His brother's words continued to press Chachanji deeper into a vast pool of confusion. He spoke with an unwavering confidence that the younger brother failed to understand. He had not spoke of his desire to use the arms and armor rather than sell them until long after Gogonji's departure. Maybe he had learned of Chacha's exploits through some manner or another?

"So I head to the Castrum Centri, to finally put my plans into action."

Then it clicked.

"Yer gonna attack th' Garleans."

"No." Gogonji's words were as cold as the Coerthas winds. "I mean to annihilate them."

"But... but...!" The words flowed out of Chacha's mouth in a jumbled panic. "Yer just one lala! 'N... 'n... what if th' Garleans think it's the Alliance attackin'!?"

"They'll see it as an excuse to counterattack, an excuse they need... an excuse they want." The words that followed caused a shiver to run down Chachanji's spine. "And in that fog of war will my opportunity arise." He drew his tome from his side and flipped it open with a practiced ease, tapping at the formulae within for emphasis. "I have foreseen it."

"But... but...!" Chacha was like a skipping record, though his voiced complaints were of a different sort this turn on the vinyl. "How can ya be sure? Are ya really willin' ta throw th' Alliance under th' chocobo cart fer yer plans!?"

"My calculations do not lie."

"But ya could cause th' death of hundreds! Thousands!" Chacha exclaimed. "On both sides!"

"Acceptable losses."

"Acceptab--" Chachanji started repeating before the weight of the words hit him like a falling goobbue. "Ya... ya can't mean that."

"I can." Gogonji looked up from his tome, his glare steely and unwavering. "And do."

"Well... well... well..." Chachanji looked about panickedly, trying to think of something - anything - he could do. "What if I go tell sumbuddy? I could be back in town right quick!"

"With the immobile mass that is the Alliance? By the time they stop arguing semantics with each other, it would already be too late. And the Garleans would not pass up a chance to expand their empire, and they are too blind to imagine they could be defeated by a lone lalafell from a destroyed city." Gogonji snapped his book shut with an air of finality. "You, my dear brother, are a non-factor."

Gogonji turned then, starting to walk away. Towards Castrum Centri. To descend Eorzea into war once again in order to exact his twisted plan of revenge. Chachanji had to do something, so he leapt on the first thing that came to mind, as usual.

"Oh... oh yeah?" he countered weakly, slipping his blade from its scabbard with a sharp hiss. "Well what if this 'nuhn-facter' strikes you down here!?"

And with that challenge, Chachanji rushed his brother.

...

"Hmph, I see you've gained some skill with a blade. Too bad it means nothing."

Gogonji whirled suddenly, bashing aside Chachanji's sword with his book, and bringing his own tempered blade to point at his younger brother's throat. Among the numerous strange, silvery bands strapped up his arms, the soul crystals in to of them flared to brilliant light - the Paladin and the Scholar. Using two soul crystals at once? Was such a thing possible!?

"You don't GET it, Chacha!" Gogonji snapped, with more feeling than Chachanji ever heard - even counting the overheard fight with their father. "You build yourself on hopes and dreams! They are intangible, unmeasureable, USELESS. It's knowledge that brings power. Through these crystals I gain knowledge, through manipulation of the Echo do I learn still more! It is with this knowledge that I will confront the Garleans for the razing of Doma. And it is with this knowledge that I will throw them all DOWN."

"... Gogo... what's happened to you...?"

"I heard, I felt, I thought." He stated simply. His piece said, he glanced briefly to his Fairy. "Come, Lily, we're leaving."

With those enigmatic words, the older Gegenji brother turned sharply on his heel and walked away. The Fairy spared the younger brother a worried glance before flitting after her master, leaving the younger to stand aghast in the middle of Fogfens. Alone, Chachanji slumped to his knees.

I'll say that there's parts of it I like... better than what I ended up with? But I had a hard time rationalizing them with the changes that had come over Gogon over the course of his story. Maybe I'll be able to adapt some of it back in later... but we'll have to see about that.

Other than that, though, the next part of this is the event. With map in hand, Chachan is going to reach out to his friends, to aid in stopping this operation before it starts. I'm going to be working with a sort of "flex time" here. In the story, it's within the next day or two, but the actual date of the event will be a bit further away than than in real time. Once I have the thread up, though, I will link to it here - and vice versa.

And then we will see what becomes of Gogonji's plan.

EDIT: And the event thread is up!

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