After having been flung violently in a completely different direction
than the rest of the group she had grown to enjoy the company of over the
last few days, she realized now that it was time to start anew, and strode
off with a purpose in a random direction, hoping it would lead somewhere.
Of course, there was the matter of the gaping hole at her feet.
    Why did this always have to happen? Three times in the same lifetime -
or was it four? - prisoner of gravity. Too bad, she thought, there's no
one to copy a Float spell off of.
    After a particularly painful landing (I _must_ remember to bring
Cherub Down with me), Gogo looked around at her surroundings. A dank cave,
with scattered bridges and large, gaping pits. Some hole... reminds me of
that triangular prison I spent years in. Then came a voice. An indistinct
man's voice, muted and muffled by the stone, but clearly human, and
sounding as if from the bottom of a conical pit, in which someone had left
a ladder. Hmmm...
    The Ancient Castle awaited her at the bottom, its ruined marble towers
hung with cobwebs, its door rusted off its hinges. She could see, now, the
source of her sobbing - a well-muscled man, hair with a lavender tinge, an
immense broadsword in his belt, almost glowing with internal energy. This
must have been the Paladin of legend - Cecil himself was sitting on the
cobblestone floor outside the main hall. Crying. I wonder, thought Gogo,
if I can cheer him up...
    "Hello there! I was wondering where you were!" A perfect copy of
Rydia's voice rang through the cavern. Sure, it was sort of mean, but it
was all in fun...
    "Rydia?" The man ceased sobbing. "Where are you?"
    Um... "I'm here behind this wall -" Gogo changed voices, to Edge's.
"- with me!"
    "Edge? You too? You sound like you're behind that wall over there -
I'll be right over!"
    Hm - perhaps this had gone too far. "Actually, neither of them are
here. Sorry to get your hopes up, but it was all in fun." The look on
Cecil's face was one of pure exasperation. "Look, I'm sorry. I wanted to
make my presence known, so I thought I'd act familiar. Guess it backfired.
Pleased to meet you, I'm Gogo, master of the simulacrum. You must be
Cecil, right?"
    The Paladin remained silent, staring at Gogo.
    "Hm - maybe I didn't make the best first impression. Look, I want to
come with you - I can help." The Paladin finally spoke.
    "Help? HELP? Look at this - my castle, gone; those who I thought my
friends, merely voices of a mimic - and now you want to help me?"
    "I'm sorry about the voices, really. Forgive me? Please?"