Ever since Annunu had left his side at the Still Shore's Medical Ward, Gogonji had sought to keep tabs on her. No longer having access to An's own skills at information gathering, nor his Khamjan network, he was reduced to mere hearsay and whatever meager tidbits of truth he could siphon from sensationalist rags like the Tonberry's Lantern. To think that the term for the warped descendents of an ancient advanced civilization would be attached to such filth was both insulting and yet oddly fitting - purpose twisted by madness. Something the Doman knew far too well.
One such copy of the Lantern had made its way to the end-table by his bed, likely set there by one of the nurses. At first he thought to dismiss it, the paper had yet to provide any substantial information on Annunu, or anything else for that matter. In fact, some of the gibberish inscribed within risked being more headache-inducing than the soul fragments still swirling angrily within his Lalafellan form. Yet his desire to know something - anything - urged him to slowly reach for the paper after propping himself up against the headboard for support. And procuring a cup of hot tea from Ezra, complete with her sneaky addition of a dollop of sweet honey.
Annunu's title of "Cherry Blossom Socialite" immediately grabbed the attention of Gogonji's violet orbs even as the cup of tea reached his lips. He poured over the article, absorbing each sentence, each quote as the situation was unfurled before him in the brusque manner he had come to expect from the Lantern. Most notably, the frequent allusions to her once-fiance Chuta Allfriend and the nature of their relationship. They had only touched briefly on the matter of Chuta, leaving the Doman wondering how much truth lay in these statements made by the anonymous source.
Still, all that paled in comparison to learning of the sentence. The fine would likely be little issue - either she could pay it herself or Gogonji could once again try plying the markets as he had when funding his Awakener project. Having her locked away in Ul'dah's deplorable cells for two years was much less palatable. Thus, he felt himself inclined to find out more about this security review - and what, if anything, he could do to assist. She had done so very much for him, it was only fair to return the favor.
He needed to know more.
Gogonji always needed to know more.
One such copy of the Lantern had made its way to the end-table by his bed, likely set there by one of the nurses. At first he thought to dismiss it, the paper had yet to provide any substantial information on Annunu, or anything else for that matter. In fact, some of the gibberish inscribed within risked being more headache-inducing than the soul fragments still swirling angrily within his Lalafellan form. Yet his desire to know something - anything - urged him to slowly reach for the paper after propping himself up against the headboard for support. And procuring a cup of hot tea from Ezra, complete with her sneaky addition of a dollop of sweet honey.
Annunu's title of "Cherry Blossom Socialite" immediately grabbed the attention of Gogonji's violet orbs even as the cup of tea reached his lips. He poured over the article, absorbing each sentence, each quote as the situation was unfurled before him in the brusque manner he had come to expect from the Lantern. Most notably, the frequent allusions to her once-fiance Chuta Allfriend and the nature of their relationship. They had only touched briefly on the matter of Chuta, leaving the Doman wondering how much truth lay in these statements made by the anonymous source.
Still, all that paled in comparison to learning of the sentence. The fine would likely be little issue - either she could pay it herself or Gogonji could once again try plying the markets as he had when funding his Awakener project. Having her locked away in Ul'dah's deplorable cells for two years was much less palatable. Thus, he felt himself inclined to find out more about this security review - and what, if anything, he could do to assist. She had done so very much for him, it was only fair to return the favor.
He needed to know more.
Gogonji always needed to know more.
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