Christopher
As Cid brings a fist to his shoulder in some sort of mock salute, light flares around the man's form, obscuring him from sight. The sound of metal can be heard, segmented plates overlapping each other— A fluttering of fabric.

As the light fades, a crowned knight stands before Brad, regal and imposing. Imperious.

At least, until Cid doubles down in excitement, clenching his fists.

"Isn't this cool or what?!"
Roy
*If Brad could be more excited... Well, he couldn't. Already the excitable type, and now with Cid bouncing around before him, he might as well have been frothing at the mouth. He was practically trembling as he raised his Keyblade. He took in a breath, and focused. Wrapped in light. Repel the darkness. He envisioned shining steel enshrining his body. Metal was his body, and still was his mind.*

*He flourished his weapon, and in an instant, it happened. Black and silver steel intertwined with cobalt blues. A knightly helm clasped over his face, a steel horn protruding outward like a unicorn's spear. Sleek black lycra covered his squishier bits, and he stood resplendent in his new armor. The only exposed part of him that remained was the fluffy ponytail that poked out of his helmet.*

"I." *Brad said, after a moment's pause.* "Am going to explode." *He tightened the grip on his Keyblade, vibrating with such a speed that his off-color remark now seemed more like an inevitability. Brad didn't exactly have a good track record with cholesterol, and even if he didn't LITERALLY detonate, his heart just might.* "Let's go. Let's go let's go let's go right now let's go let's go let's go please please please let's go LET'S GO!"
Christopher
Half caught up in Brad's chant, Icidro grins behind his visor, wide and toothy. A laugh bubbles up as the knight claps his hands together, "Let's go, let's go, let's go—!" 

"— Let's go outside first! Remember! Food! Supplies! And then we can leave!" Keeping the presence of mind to _not_ open a portal to the Dark in the smack dab middle of Furo's workplace was a lot harder to do than Cid would have expected. Wringing his hands together, the man's cape flutters as he leaps over a counter to bee-line toward the door.

"Come on, amigo! Won't find any sandwiches in the darkness."