Marie
```BEFORE THE RAID ON HOLLOW BASTION```
Humberto
*Brad wasn't sure when he qualified as a 'seasoned adventurer.' He still felt like a total novice at times- sure, he was able to hit harder and move faster. He'd had some serious growth, both in terms of his skill and his mass, as his rapidly dwindling wardrobe made obvious. And he'd seen a lot of things! Dozens of worlds, with unique people and places, and tons of Heartless to fight along the way.*

*But in spite of all of that, there were still things that surprised him. New places, new swords, and of course, new creatures. A lot of them were familiar- lions and gorillas, or fantastical ones like manticores and evil chickens. Every one caught him off guard, but only made him dream bigger about what he might run into.*

*But somehow, as Brad wandered into the fountain plaza, a hundred thousand stars glittering in this sky above, he realized something. This was... Never on the list.*

"Holy shit, is that a dinosaur?"
Kim
Gursht had, at this point, decided that the Secret Waterway was too spooky to keep hanging around in. He had followed the water to the outside, and found a much weirder-looking, symmetrical watering hole. The creatures that lived in this jungle of stone and wood were even weirder-looking than anything he's seen before... But they were surprisingly kind.

Though, they didn't seem to appreciate him eating the flowers that grew in the various containers littered around the landscape. He'd probably have to either move on, or brave the dark, dank Waterway again to consume more moss. For now, the water from this 'Fountain' tasted much cleaner anyways.

But his head suddenly sprang up when he heard one of the strange denizens of this place gawking at him, and now his attention was fully on this man that had addressed him as a dinosaur. Gursht, still having a mouthful of water, could only grunt curiously in response.
Humberto
*Brad nearly toppled over at the sight, but whether it was out of fear or excitement was unclear. He stumbled backward, landing on his ass with a massive thud. The broad, mountainous man was on his feet in an instant, materializing his Keyblade in a free hand as he closed the distance with surprising speed. But he didn't bring it up to strike- no, he just kept it at his side as he gawked at the creature.*

"Woooooah! A real dinosaur! Are ya chill? Ya seem chill." *Brad babbled, examining every angle he could get on this mysterious beast.* "Been ta half a dozen worlds, an' I never thought dinos would be among 'em! This is awesome!"

*He paused to take a breath, moving back a step.* "Hiya! I'm Brad!" *He waved with his unoccupied hand, a massive toothy grin plastered across his face.*
Kim
Gursht tensed, seeming defensive after he was rushed at, but calmed a little when the man didn't seem to mean him harm. He looked down at the weapon Brad held, then back to his face... He's learned that smiles weren't something to be afraid of from these humans, but the show of teeth always put him off a bit.

He swallowed his mouthful of water, before replying in a low, graveled voice "I am... Gursht?" He nodded then, probably to himself, "...Gursht! I am... Gursht." He grunted.

He paused, thinking on how to say these weird words, "...Brad? Brad... You are... Brad?"
Humberto
*Brad nearly flew backward when this thing started speaking.* "YOU TALK!?" *His jaw hit the floor, and had to be manually lifted up and reattached to his face before he continued.* "Oh, oh man! This is tops! A real talkin' dinosaur! Oh man, Michael Peterson, eat yer goddamn heart out! You said it wouldn't happen! That's why ya died in third grade!"

*Brad did not elaborate on anything he just said, and simply returned to facing Gursht with an overzealous smile.* "Yes! Hi!" *He waved again.* "Well, I guess my full name is Bradamante Charlemagne du Chaesbaergar-Wythfrais III esquire, but yeah! Ya can jus' call me Brad! And yer... Gursht?" *He turned the words over in his mouth, as if trying to taste the syllables.*

"It's a pleasure, Gurshie!" *He immediately defaulted to a nickname.* "What's a big guy like ya doin' out 'ere? Can't say I've seen someone like ya lurkin' around. An' I think I'd notice."
Kim
Gursht didn't even register that string of words as a name. Brad was good enough.

As for his statement of 'lurking around', Gursht couldn't say he was here long... Sauria's destruction was a vague, but still fresh memory. He hasn't been here long enough to see a sun in the sky, or... Was there a sun around here? There were only stars. Where was the sun?

"I am lost." He finally managed to say, getting more used to the language, "I am lost, my home is gone. Where is here? Where is the sun? Where are the trees or mountains? Or deserts? This place is strange, and the smells are weird."
Humberto
*Brad's expression softened immediately. Eyes wide, the dinosaur spoke of something that was much more familiar to him. Brad unclenched his hand, letting Noblesse Oblige vanish as quickly as it had come.* "Oh, buddy. I'm so sorry..." *He put a hand over his broad chest, sad smile plain on his face. He tried to think of something comforting to say. But one thing was for certain- he could empathize.*

"I thought the same thing." *He said, turning around and taking a seat on the fountain's lip. Brad spread his muscular arms wide, eyes turned upward.* "This place is called Traverse Town. It's a place where people like us wind up when our worlds fall ta darkness. It's a big town o' vagabonds all tryin' ta find their way home." *He sighed.* "An' there's no sun. That's the worst part. It's like, always night here." *Brad tried not to laugh.* 

"I-I could take ya to see some trees, if ya like!" *Brad spoke up after a long pause.* "It's not a lot, but there isn't really a lot here. I just, uh, well. Yer..." *He couldn't find an easy way to articulate 'you're a dinosaur and might have a hard time adjusting to city living', because he wasn't entirely sure if Gursht even knew what a city was.*
Kim
Gursht looked up; "No sun?" He mumbled... How is everything not cast in horrible ice if there is no sun? This world keeps getting stranger and stranger... The man was mentioning 'people like us' – what did that mean? He and the man did not look the same... Maybe it was just other creatures who lost their homes too.

Something else then caught his attention...

"Worlds falling to... Darkness? Like night?"

Or something else, he realized, suddenly having a flashback to the visage of a maddened Carnotaur. The predator was infected with some kind of strange illness; as it was throwing it's head against rocks and it's wounds pulsed with some kind of evil.