Jonathon
```SOMETIME AFTER SOME EVENTS OCCUR, BUT BEFORE OTHERS```
Roy
*The door to Furo's workshop swung open, and in walked in everyone's favorite lardass. He had a surprisingly serious look on his face- but not like a bearer of bad news. No, it was more akin to someone curious, with a pertinent question. And maybe he seemed just a hint more beat up than usual, lightly dusted in soot and ash. But something gleamed between his thick fingers.*

*A long sword- not quite as large as Light Year, crafted elegantly from silver steel and black metal. Cobalt ran through its intricate designs, the facade of a noble steed's head jutting forward from the hilt. Brad held the weapon up, and as it gleamed in the overhead lights of the workshop, he smiled, giving Furo a curious look.*

"Found my sword." *Was all he said, before extending it horizontally to his friend.* "Think ya can make it stronger?"
Anne
Furo looked at the "Weapon" And squinted his eyes. He knew by now that Icidro was serious about his choice of weapon, but now it seems Bradamante was switching gears on the poor mechanic as well. He just could not wrap his head around using a large key for a weapon. Just get a baseball bat if you wanted a bludgeon.

Or a steel beam. Brad could handle that perhaps? Furo knew where to collect one.

With a sigh he put out both of his hand for the other man to place his weapon in. 

"Yeah, I could try. The reforging process would be interesting with your... Preferred design." He assumed he could do it at least. How hard could it be with the right mold? "I should be able to handle it though."
Roy
*Brad's eyes lit up excitedly, in spite of his friend's less-than-enthused expression. He eagerly placed the oddly-shaped object in Furo's capable hands, immediately whipping around to stand on his opposite side. Azure eyes twinkled as he marvelled at the weapon, and then at his mechanic friend.* "Awww, thanks, Furo! Yer the best!" *He considered wrapped his friend in a big bearhug, but decided against it. The windrider didn't seem too keen on physical affection.*

*A few moments passed before Brad seemed to remember something.* "OH! I almost forgot." *He dug around in his side pouch, retrieving a small sack. Untying the indigo pouch, he unceremoniously turned it upside down and emptied the contents onto the table before them.* 

*Four glimmering gemstones poured out, each one rarer than the last. An chunk of Orichalcum, a piece of Fluorite, a bloom of Damascus, and a weft of Adamantite, all shining with mystical energy as they were laid out before the mechanic.* "Will these help at all?"

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Anne
"Okay, next I'll need—"

Whatever Furo was going to say died in his throat when the weapon landed his flat palms and almost bowled him over. As he tried to manage the unexpected weight of the blade, it disappeared in a glitter of light, before reappearing at Brad's feet.

Furo quirked an eyebrow at the magic trick, before simply shaking his head.

"Yeah, your blade was heavier than I expected. I'm ready to receive it this time."

Furo prepared himself as Brad instead moved to deposit the necessary items, the mechanic failed to ask for previously, onto Furo's work station. It was good to see that was one issue taken care of. Now he needed to handle the weight of the weapon to get it properly forged.
Roy
*Brad's expression shifted from glee to confusion as he turned back to face Furo.* "What magic-?" *There he saw it, his new weapon sitting on the floor. Had Furo dropped it? Was it too heavy? No, but he would've heard the thud. Curiously, he reached down, grasping it by the hilt. Sure, it was heavy, and Furo had little stick arms, but Brad picked it up as though it was feather light.*

"Here." *He said, extending his hand and the weapon out to Furo. Yet again, he let go, and dropped it into his palms.* "Careful not to drop it- although I guess if yer jus' gonna fix it up anyway. But it looks awful delicate fer somethin' like..." *And once more, it vanished, returning into Brad's grip.*

"...Huh." *He used one of the blade's pointed tips to scratch his head, seemingly unbothered by the cutting edge.* "That's a predicament." *That was a big word for Brad.* "What if I just...?" *He gingerly set the weapon down onto Furo's table.* "Cid didn't say anythin' 'bout the disappearin' act."

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Anne
Furo scratched his head at the situation. He wanted to believe Brad was pranking him, but the other man could not fake confusion well enough to fool Furo. At least not a this point in knowing each other.

No, it seemed Brad actually had no clue why his weapon was simply teleporting as it pleased. That was cool. And annoying. And it put him in a spot.

"Brad, where did you get this? Were you swindled?" Furo was ready to get his gear so they can deal with whoever pulled one over on Brad. Who knew what other things this item could do if they were not careful.
Roy
*Brad gave him an odd look, and then a mildly offended one.* "Hey! I ain't get swindled! Is this 'bout tha spaghetti incident!? That Heartless had a very convincin' hat, I hope ya know!" *He crossed his arms over his broad chest, giving a huffy sigh.* "But no, no one gave this ta me. It's more like..." *He thought for a moment.*

"Well, remember when we were in the coliseum? Or that time I had that run-in with that weird chicken guy?" *He rolled his wrist as he spoke.* "Well, fer as long as I've been usin' Light Year, I've always felt like somethin' might be off. Like, it jus' manifested as a convenience. Not that it was actually my sword." *Brad seemed to be parsing his own thoughts as he spoke, like he'd never said them aloud before.*

"But sometimes, when it felt like we were really gettin' our asses handed to us..." *He gestured to the weapon that still sat idly on the table. Presumably because Brad was still practically hovering over it.* "This thing would show up fer like, a split second. It looks like Cid's, right? I met a couple other folks with somethin' like this. I guess it's mine. It *Feels* Like it's mine. I dunno how to explain it."

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Anne
He wanted to say that the LARP was getting out of control, but Brad seemed serious for once. It was weird having to take this conversation at face value. Especially thinking there was supposedly an incident involving spehagetti and a chicken.

No wait. Those sounded separate. Context was missing, but they were stories for another time.

"Uh, well." Furo rached his hand out and casually lifted it high. He led the airflow in the room to encircle the key and gently lift it away from Brad, should he choose to let it free. "You could tell me about it. It would take time to reforge your weapon anyway."
Roy
*Brad made a conscious (literal) effort to keep the key in place, hoping his intent would prevent the key from vanishing back into his hands. He nodded to Furo, taking a seat a few steps away from his friend. Moving a few miscellaneous tools and parts aside, he plopped down and began to explain.*

*The spaghetti incident was a short story, and was largely just Brad being convinced by a (completely silent) Heartless to hand over his wallet, and he spent the rest of the day chasing it down. Spaghetti was largely irrelevant and seemed to exist just to be a catchy name. He went into more detail about the chicken Heartless, explaining the ridiculous circumstances, the delicious cheeseburger smell, and, well...*

"It mighta knocked one o' my memories loose." *He seemed almost embarrassed, looking away from Furo as he worked.* "I saw this place. This really drab-lookin' restaurant. An' I was there. An' I got a chocolate shake." *Brad's stomach rumbled on cue.* "And I was, I dunno." *He rotated in the chair so he was laying across it instead of sitting like a normal person.* "Really sad. Like, I had this unshakeable sense o' dread. It didn't look like any o' the worlds we've been to. It was so... Boring and colorless."

*He momentarily panicked if this would make Furo question his backstory. But he trusted Furo. And, well, maybe he had some insight?* "I wonder what that was about..."

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Anne
Furo floated the Keyblade behind the counter and tried to get to work. He wondered if the weapon had an anti-theft spell put onto it. He was not fully learned in the way of magic, but it seemed like a logical placeholder until they got it figured out. Though, it was strange seeing how it apparently appeared to Brad rather than being some mystical purchase.

The mechanic quietly listened as utilized the first gemstone. While he was more practiced with machines and the like, he also was the one to upgrade his own gear. So it hopefully was no different than the usual barring not touching it.

 The stories were something. They were interesting stories and he hoped being stolen from had taught Brad a decent lesson to not take from others. He kept the thought to himself though, as Brad was dealing with his amnesia, and having an episode had obviously stirred up something. It was rough being dumped here from your world. Furo could not fathom not remembering the place he came from. 

Though, he had to admit that he could not remember if his would had a special designation like the others.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out Brad. Has anything else happened since. Any other memories that could be a clue?"
Roy
*Brad looked introspective, thinking if any recent happenings had stirred something.* "Well..." *He settled on the familiar face he saw. A thick, broad man that was even larger than him, with a mane of golden hair, wearing an easy smile and a cowboy hat.* "There's this guy. Real big guy. Bigger than me. And I see him sometimes. Maybe I hear him too."

*His gaze turned towards the ceiling, the rhythmic work of Furo's adding a tempo to his thoughts.* "Maybe he was kinda like my mentor or somethin'? I hold that...'Keyblade' thing. And it's like I've used it before. Fer a long time. An' I remember, like, forms n' stuff." *He blinked.* "Not like, forms like forms, but like... Martial arts, kinda? I guess stances?"

*He rolled over, giving Furo a look.* "Hey, where're you from, actually? I don' remember if ya actually told us." *Brad scratched the back of his head.*

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Anne
Furo simply nodded his head as he worked away at the weapon. So far so good, still a challenge working around this anti-theft thing. He needed to see if he could learn such a spell for his own stuff. Maybe not the ship though. Randomly being crushed by it sounded like a real pain.

The mechanic let Brad focus on his thoughts as he moved on to the next little upgrade. Attention split as it was, he was not prepared to have to talk about himself. It brought him pause and he could not help but stop entirely at what he was working on.

"I uh..." Furo hesitated to answer. Before finding his words, he motioned to continue his work. It was simpler. "I dunno if it had a name. But it was areal pretty place. At lest from what I remember."

Now having to be the one to talk about his world put him off like nothing else ever had. Honestly, it was even about the world. It was more about, "My mother moved me around a bit if I recall. So i don't think I lived there long. It actually had sun light, though I remember but it's hard to fully describe it as I recall my scenery changing a lot. Guess I lived in too many towns to give you a clear picture."
Roy
*Brad listening, nodding along meaninfully as Furo spoke. He pondered his words, propping himself up on his elbows.* "Sounds like a big world, though. I feel like no matter how far I walk 'ere, or anywhere else we've been, we jus' keep seein' the same sights forever." *He tried to laugh, but he remained introspective. Brad tried to call out to the memories, and maybe an image or two surfaced. But just like the worlds they'd wandered, he always seemed to see the same sights.*

*Silence lingered over the two for a moment, before Brad looked up again.* "Yer mother." *He spoke.* "What was she like?"
Anne
"A real bitch."

Unlike the challenge of explaining his home world, his mother was far easier to describe. He insulted her so casually at that. No anger or malice. It was very matter-of-fact.

"Moved me around constantly for reasons I never understood. Always talked about the father I never met, and her hope that she could get his aide. Her, not us."

He had moved un to the next upgrade at this point. Finally getting his rhythm with the hands-off approach. Pretty good practice for if he needed to do the same with Icidro's weapon. It was weird finally seeing these things as instruments of battle than just some joke or roleplay tool.

"She was not a very pleasant person to be around, despite how pretty she was on the surface. I thank her all the same for not throwing me away before illness took her, however."

He let the hammering of metal be the only clue that he had nothing more to say. And really, there was not much else. Though, his mother and keys were an odd combo that strangely felt familiar. Not that he could recall why at the moment.