Julie
*Brad closed his eyes, envisioning the world Cid spoke of. Maybe it was just his manner of speech, but it painted a gorgeous picture in his mind. A fantastical world, no urban sprawl, where a freespirited hero like Icidro could be born. It felt so... Fictional. But was that true? He spoke of it so warmly. Someone with love for his home, but now...*

*The pit of dread in Brad's stomach grew, grief spilling over him like ice water. It absolutely broke his heart to hear that. And Cid spoke so purposefully, yet his resolve never seemed to waver. Before him was a real knight, he shone like the sun, even in this dark place. Brad tightened his grip on his Keyblade, before standing, and throwing an arm around Cid's shoulder. He squeezed the caballero's arm tight, and nodded.*

"What we're looking for." *He answered.* "Amigo."
Harry
*The motorboat speeds on, the wind sliding off their armor and around them. They wait for an immeasurable amount of time, perhaps hours, perhaps minutes. Eventually, however, an island fades into a distance. Not from the horizon, but rather, directly in front of them. The motorboat's arrow spins, and it rushes onto the beach.*

*The island is barren, save for a large crashed wooden ship to their left and a white X painted on the navy sand a few feet in front of them.*
Roland
**Warning: You have reached the point of no return. Be sure to heal up and save the game before proceeding.**

+500 EXP pre-mults, +10000 Munny
Kathy
The sudden half-hug came as a surprise, though, as Icidro sinks into it ever so slightly, not entirely an unwelcome one. A nod answers Brad's own after a moment's realization, as Icidro turns his head away.

"Aye," Comes the half-laugh, half-words, "That we are."

Cid's 'thank you' goes unsaid as he looks out over the sea. For a while, he didn't see any yellow eyes creeping along the edges of his vision. The dead world didn't feel as dead, not with them in it. That was why they came together, wasn't it? 

That warm, cozy feeling dies, as all good things must, once their boat makes landfall. Craning to get a better look, a strange expression lingers beneath Icidro's helmet.

"Who put this here?" He strangles out, staring at the X dead ahead. Through the healthy dose of skepticism and distrust, a very certain _other_ tone could be heard in his voice. Fun? Excitement? It wasn't every day that one could stumble across buried treasure!

"... This wouldn't be stealing, would it? It feels so deliberate, as if it had been left for someone."