Pamela
*Brad quirked an ear as he heard someone's voice. The mountain of a man leaned back, craning his neck to see over a particularly broad shoulder. He stared down at what was behind him. Blue eyes lingered on the business end of his blade, and then up to the blonde, boyish prince charming. Cid's visage flashed through his mind, and that sword. The...'keyblade', was it? They certainly looked an awful lot alike.*

*Brad turned, his black coat shifting as he moved, truly revealing the breadth of his broadness. Despite his posture, he seemed a hint taken aback.* "Woah there! Calm down, soldier." *He put up one hand in a warding gesture, but kept the other at his side.* "Promise I'm just 'ere by mistake." *Brad tried to laugh.*

*He squinted, focusing on the boy's stance, the area around them, his possible outs... And possible advantages. He didn't realize it consciously, but the more and more fights he got into, the more closely he watched the moves of his opponents, potential or otherwise. Even to his thick head, a fight was much more than just a clash of swords.*

"I-If ya wouldn't mind me askin', where exactly... Am I?" *Brad tried to sound genuine, but even he knew it sounded silly.* "Must've taken a wrong turn at the last world, eheh."

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Laurel
*Maybe it was the angle that he had performed this charge from, or perhaps it was that he hadn't gotten a clear look at **Who** Was down here but this was not what he remembered seeing. Theodore's pupils dilated and whilst he stood there, his eyes would examine the man before him, now coming to the realization that this was no man but... A giant? Although he was only a few inches taller than him, his build was entirely different, well-fed and extremely wide, this was the leader of those monsters? It almost seemed fitting.*

*Dismissing his attempt at a laugh in order to break down the tension, his grip remained tight around the hilt of his keyblade, his expression not softening but instead sharpening. Pointing the tip of his keyblade toward the large man from the distance that he was currently at, Theodore's expression would turn fierce.*

**"I asked first. Who are you?"**

*Repeating himself once again, Theodore's assumptions would continue to manifest and although the lot of them were not entirely based on experience, the black coat and sudden emergence within the conduit almost solidified his initial theory. He needed to know who this person was before any questions were answered, after all, Theodore's knowledge on this entire situation was non-existent.*

**"Answer first, then I shall answer whatever questions you have."**

*Remaining still, he awaited an answer and perhaps a name.*

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Pamela
*Brad tensed, but not in a way he, or possibly his opponent, expected. A tingle of excitement, like goosebumps, shot down his back. He flexed his fingers, trying to keep the massive grin off his face. He failed.*

"Alright, alright, geez. If ya must know." *He brought a hand up, looking away as his fingers rested against his face.* "The name's Bradamante Charlemagne du Chaebaergar-Wythfrais." *He paused.* "The third."

*Brad flipped the collar of his coat, taking a step towards Theodore.* "Wanderin' vagabond. Worldless hero. Protector of light an' all things good. Secret prince, yanno how it is."

*He widened his stance a bit. In a flash of light, a tremendous golden claymore stood at his side. The tip bit into the stone beneath him, and the ground shook as it landed. He held the hilt in a lazy grip, smirking.*

"Now I usually don't take kindly to strangers pointin' their pointy ends at me. But if yer lookin' fer a good fight, I can provide." *He swung the gigantic sword over one shoulder like it was feather-light.* "But I'd at least like to know *Where* I'll be takin' ya doen. An' o' course, it's rude ta demand a name when ya haven't given yours."

*Brad extended an open, empty palm.* "Care to spill?"

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Laurel
*Taking note of the immediate grin plastered on Brad's face as he demanded an answer from him, Theodore would raise an eyebrow which accompanied his currently expressed confusion. Was this guy excited? Why did he respond to his threat with a smile? Keeping his keyblade pointed toward the man, he'd listen to his answer, his frown turning to an expression of disbelief, almost as if he didn't believe what he had just heard.*

**"Bradamante Charlemagne du- What?"**

*It wasn't that Theodore liked the name but rather couldn't believe that someone could have such a name. The name sounded straight out of those fantasy novels where the main character was a hero with a giant sword and although his build was nothing like the ones always described, how he acted was very much the same, was this person real? Or was the conduit a place of oddities? Listening to the rest of his introduction, he'd slowly begin to lower his weapon up until the bright flash of light, in which he raised his weapon once more.*

~~*I must be going crazy, no?*~~

*Allowing his eyes to examine the sheer size of the weapon just summoned, Theodore could not help but remain skeptical of the person's identity, finally lowering his keyblade completely as he now was faced with answering Bradamante's question.*

**"Theodore is my name and although I'd like to believe every word said within your introduction to avoid any conflict, I can't say I do."**

*Was he in the wrong for treating a stranger as a threat? Maybe in the eyes of those outside of the conduit but Theodore felt as if it was the one thing he needed to do. Wanting to see whether this was truly a protector of light, he readied his keyblade, performing a flourish as he began to walk forward.*

**"Twilight Town is where we currently reside, I said I'd answer your questions so there you go, now face me!"**

*Confident in his own skill with his blade, Theodore's initial walk would turn into a charge, aiming to close the distance between both him and Bradamante.*


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