Mary
*The Storm Riders: The Vagabond Prince, Bradamante Charlemagne du Chaesbaergar Wythfries. The Honorable Caballero, Sir Icidro Arturo e Mondragon. The poker-faced genius engineer and weaponsmith, Furo. And the Princess of Darkness, Sapphire. Such groups as these have been seen before throughout history, changing the world around them.*

*Today, these Storm Riders stare at a pair of spotted dogs.*

"You four," *A voice calls out from behind them. In walks a man with long brown hair, carrying a gunsword.* "I need your help."

*They had just been curious about the noises coming from the house. Now they're being accosted for assistance by a stranger with a strange sword. An outsider might observe that their luck is strange; perhaps they crossed paths with a black cat. Unbeknownst to this hypothetical observer, however, Furo, is far more effective a "Weird luck charm" Than any black cat could ever hope to be.*
Nancy
"Where there's a storm, we ride." *Brad smiled to meet the mysterious man, admiring his weapon.* "Storm Riders at yer service. Whatcha need?" *He was far more interested in that sick ass gunblade than the fact that maybe as pseudo-mercenaries, he shouldn't be offering their abilities the moment a stranger asks. Especially a potentially dangerous one.*

*To be honest, he was just bored. Bored and tired of the anxiety that riddled his daily life, bored of the solemn duty of training to fend off the coming threats, and bored of being scared of not one but two of his friends. Bored of the fear that if he ran off for even a moment, he might lose someone else. At this point, he would take any distraction.*

*That, and this totally beat staring at two ugly dogs for what had to be fifteen minutes now.*
Don
Sapphire turned to where she heard the voice with a puzzled look on her face. This wouldn't be the first time someone asked her for help but it still came a surprise none the less. "Hmm what can we do to help?"

Perhaps she as well shouldn't have offered the help, but seeing as they had nothing else going on what would the harm be in listening to a strangers request. She crossed her arms nonchalantly awaiting to hear what he had to say.
Augustine
Before the new arrival had announced his presence, the fifteen minutes of the Storm Riders staring down a pair of dogs had felt like an eternity. Not because of any sort of fear on Icidro's end, no, but more of uncomprehending bafflement. Ah, so the howling he had heard— Was dogs. It was dogs. There were dogs in this lavishly furnished, if abandoned, house filled with pictures of said dogs, as if a little old lady had been given free reign of the decorating.

It was baffling, and more than a little sad how empty the house felt, aside from the two dogs.

Icidro had been the first of the four to move, sliding down into a kneeling position as he slowly held out a hand toward the dogs— No quick movements, and to let them decide whether they wanted to be touched. What was he supposed to do, again? Let them catch his scent?

When the voice calls out from behind, however, Icidro turns his head to look back— Catching sight of the artificial light glinting off a drawn weapon, first, before looking up toward the scarred face of the man before them. Icidro's brow knits as he narrows his eyes at his face, the gears in the caballero's head turning in recognition. With the others already handling a few of the basic questions, Icidro goes for the one at the tip of his tongue: Was this who he thought it was, a fellow knight of Radiant Garden?

"... Squall?"
Melisa
Furo had not expected to be with his team as they simply looked at pair of dogs.

He did not mind it as today was suppose to be a team bonding, group outing. He was curious what today would have in store for then, but it was pretty quiet so far. Which admittedly had him a little bored since Traverse Town itself was not a place of many sights and activities. The quiet was welcome though.

If asked he would admit he was not very partial toward animals. Growing up constantly on the move, he never had a pet or many chances to interact with docile creatures. So, he was not sure what to do as he watched Icidro closely to learn something new.

He clocked the other individual entering the room from his peripherals, but ignored them as the group were not doing anything untoward. When the word "Help" Was uttered followed by Brad's big mouth, his tiny curiosity of puppies became a desire to strangle a man. The desire quickly became aimless frustration when Sapphire also offered aid.

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Furo's small hands were not fit to choke two people, unfortunately.

Luckily, he did not get a chance to mourn the short start to their quiet day... Night. When Icidro made a face of recognition followed by a name, he felt more inclined to listen to the man with the interesting weapon. A friend of a friend was worth hearing out.

He just wished the team was not so poised to offer aid before knowing what they were getting into.