Roy
"The Realm of What-Now?"

*Brad's voice was as incredulous as it was confused. Furo's workshop had become a sort of impromptu headquarters for the boys in the last few weeks- or months? How long had it been since they'd all connected like this? He pushed the thought aside as his eyes fell on his Keyblade. Even now, it still took some constant effort to manifest. But he was certain of one thing now- this was his sword, and he was not going to let it go so easily.*

*He'd invited Cid over to show off, maybe get some sparring in. Late night ("Night" Relatively anyway) Heartless hunts were not at all uncommon for them. It was the most efficient way to get money versus being some day laborer, and well, it was more fun. But it seemed like just hunting down whatever poor world-destroying entity wandered into their line of sight was not what was on the docket for today.*

"Slow down, n' say all o' that again, Cid. Gotta remember, I ain't exactly from 'round these parts." *Brad held up one hand in a warding gesture, blissfully unaware of the irony that none of them were from around here. That was, in fact, the whole point of Traverse Town's existence.*

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Scott
"Very well. Let me say it slower for you."

Pressing his hands together, steepling his fingers in front of his mouth, Icidro takes a deep breath. Regarding Brad and the Keyblade before them, all kinds of gears were whirring in the knight's head. His thoughts were so loud, that they almost drowned out his words.

"With that. You and I? We can go to the _Realm of Darkness._ The place where all the worlds go when they fall. To the Darkness. The Darkness' Realm." Gesticulating with his hands, Icidro emphasizes every period and full stop in those sentences.

"I found out that Keyblades were able to— To safeguard, from the darkness, when I was forced to go through those ne'er-do-wells' portals. Do you see why this is a big deal, amigo? What this all means when you put the pieces together?"
Roy
*Brad nodded along with Cid's explanation for babies. The Realm of Darkness. The darkness' realm. Sounded like an edgy place out of a fantasy book. Like ooooh, here's the AREA of SHADOW or something. He'd roll his eyes if Cid hadn't had that experience with that weird guy.*

"No idea!" *Brad responded with his usual chipper smile, slinging Noblesse Oblige over his shoulder.* "But it sounds awesome. Are we gonna fight some real strong Heartless in there?" *He tilted his head, clearly not getting the message.*
Scott
A pause. Eyes closed, Cid fights with every moral fiber of his being not to make a scene in the workshop, Furo's special place. To not do something drastic, upon hearing Brad say the words, 'No idea.'

He takes a deep breath. A worryingly serene expression spreads across Icidro's face as he regards Bradamante with a smile, a hand clasped— gripping a smidge too tightly— Brad's shoulder.

"I am sure the place is teeming with Heartless— Strong ones. Creatures we'd never even think of seeing, and far worse. But that is not all, no, no!"

"It means, my friend, we can go to the Realm that took our Worlds. We can find them."
Roy
*Brad had to admit, he'd seen Cid make a lot of scary faces. When his pupils dilated, or when his eyes burned with fire. That wicked grin he only got when he was beating the tar out of someone or unleashing firestorms that could wipe out entire cities.*

*Somehow, his calm, warm expression was two-hundred times more terrifying. Brad swore he felt a single drop of something hit his underwear, and he wasn't sure which end it came out of. Instead, he focused on Cid's words.*

*His expression turned introspective, and he thought for a second.* "Our Worlds? Like..." *He tried to conjure up a memory in his brain, but he came up empty handed, save for that one. That blonde-maned man, that empty restaurant, the taste of a burger designed by committee... It burned on his tongue.*

*What was he going to find there? What World did he come from? What state would it be? Could... Could it still be saved?*

*Brad's expression became uncharacteristically serious- and almost distant.* "Oh." *He said, after a long pause. Brad locked eyes with Cid, nodding with resolve.* "Let's go."
Scott
Those were the words Cid wanted to hear. The gravity of the situation had finally clicked; The tense expression on Cid's face melts away, quickly replaced by the sheer excitement that had been hidden within it. Along with the dread.

"... We're going to have to tell Furo." Icidro says as he looks away, releasing Brad's shoulder— Hooking his hands behind his back, Icidro paces forward a few feet as he stares off at the wall, and the trinkets stacked on the shelves bolted into it, "He'll want to know where we are, at the very least."

"We're going to have to prepare. Food, supplies. He won't let us go unprepared, oh no, no, no. Do you want to try to form the Armor now? It's fairly simple, amigo."