Michael
"Oho? Ah, you must be new here." Cid says with a look shot the big man's way, before acquiescing the situation. At the very least, Furo accepted his words of warning, and he was contented in part, "I've not been here long, myself. You say there is a workshop nearby? Of what—? Ah, how rude of me."

With a great flourish of his hand, Cid places the other on his chest and dips into a bow with a beaming, rueful smile, "Well met. I am Icidro Arturo e Mondragon— But, should it please you, you may refer to me as 'Cid.'"

"I bid you welcome to Traverse Town— The world of the displaced and downtrodden, who have lost their homes to The Dark and it's monstrous armies of Heartless. I mourn both your losses."

"But, eh, think of it like this: You're alive! Now, shall we step back into the light, and keep it that way?"
Barbara
"It's nice ta meetcha both." *Brad nodded agreeably. But his interest had been double piqued. This Cid seemed to know a little more about what was going on than he did. But how much of it was vague flourishes of flowery language and how much of it was actually useful information was lost on him. And in a way, all that pomp and ceremony kind of made him angry? Not in terms of normal rage- more like a 'you think yer better than me!?' kind of frustration.*

*Brad subsconsciously popped his knuckles as he spoke.* "Phew. Looks like we got another noble hangin' around." *He chuffed, smirking.* "My bad, I shoulda elaborated. The full name's, uh..." *He panicked, not realizing he'd get this far. He quickly pulled as many pop culture references and fancy medieval names out of the recesses of his mind as he could.* "B-Bradamante Charlemagne, uh- du Chaesbaergar-Wythfrais!" *He said, stumbling over his 'own name.'* "The third!" *He added.*

*He at least agreed with the latter half of the sentiment, although he wasn't sure what he meant about losing his home to darkness. But maybe that'd be an interesting character tic? He continued as he took a few steps out into the sunlight.* "Uh. Yeah. I didn't know what they were called. But I saw them back home." *He tried to tie up as many loose ends as he could, before realizing the more he talked about it, the more likely he was to poke holes in his own story. Instead, he deflected.*

"What about you, Furo? Are ya a secret prince too or somethin'?" *Brad made a playful gesture as he spoke, avoiding Cid's gaze.*
Leona
Furo smiled as he looked between the two individuals with unnecessarily long names. There seemed to be some building tension from one side which definitely excited him to bear witness to. Though he was positioned awkwardly in the middle of the two. Brad's questioning gaze carried something to ii which rubbed him the wrong way. Looking to the popping knuckles and back up to Brad's face, he figured he would not play into either of their royal fantasies.

Royalty did not wash up into traverse town.

"Ah, no. Just Furo; peasant extraordinaire."

Looking back to Cid, he shuffled closer to the exit of the area. Being pincered on both sides was starting to get to him a little. He doubted he was in real danger, but better to be safe than sorry in this case.

"Yeah, just the workshop in town. I fix up all kinds of things there most days."

He hoped answering Cid's question would grant him safe passage.
Michael
"'Noble'? Ah, yes, in part. But I am not a prince; I am a caballero." Cid echoes with a dash of confusion to his voice, before looking dismayed; So that was Bradamante's story, then? It was farfetched, sure, but then again he'd held a full conversation with a cat just the other day. Simply dismissing something as 'farfetched' wouldn't cut it anymore.

The cracking of knuckles, however, catches Cid's attention more than the prince's words. A hopeful glimmer— No, a spark of _excitement_ ignites behind Cid's eyes as his sword hand twitches closer to the wooden sword looped through his belt. Was that a _threat?_ But— To what end?

Furo's voice brings Icidro out of the standoff, however, as he turns to see the man sidling closer. A blank, uncomprehending stare morphs into a welcome smile as Cid nods his head, "Ah— Yes? So, a repair shop? You must see a lot of business, in that case."

"Yes— It'll be, ah, safer under the street light," A brief glance past Brad is shot down the alleyway, before Cid takes a step to move in time with Furo, "We can continue our conversation there— I'm sure you have questions, Brad. I swear to you that I will answer as many as I can."

"It would only be proper."
Martin
*Brad nodded amiably, but he could see the sharpness in Cid's gaze. Something passed between the two- not necessarily hostility. An intensity somewhere between frustration and intrigue.*

*Brad smirked.* "Oh man, plenty. I have no idea what's goin' on. One second, I'm, uh-." *His story caught up quickly.* "Sittin' in the castle courtyard, next thing, I'm wakin' up 'ere. My memory's a lil' fuzzy... B-but I remember the big stuff!"

"Like those monsters bein' totally creepsville." *He shuddered again, visibly.* "Nothin' I couldn't handle, but... Well, they're weird. Ya said they were called Heartless? I guess I saw it firsthand, but it's hard ta imagine those little guys bein' the end of my uh, kingdom?" *He tried to stay vague, in case Cid's talk of 'worlds' was more poetry than prose.*

*He looked to Furo.* "Maybe we should head to Furo's place? Might be a bit more secure than standin' to the left of darkness." *Brad rubbed the back of his head, before biting another roll of bread in twain.* "Plus, m'starvin'." *He added, despite actively eating.*
Leona
Furo kept his pace as he maneuvered his way through the back streets. He was more focused in orienting himself so that he can make it to the workshop sans rooftop, than concerned with the notion of the self-invite to said shop. It was not his, and people entered it all the time. It honestly never really closed from what he experienced.

"If you are looking for a place to sit and chat, the workshop can accomadate. Though, it isn't really a place to party if you two royals are alright with that."

He still doubted the "Castaway prince" Notions. It was not impossible to have some wash up here in Traverse Town. It just seemed weird to run into two of them simultaneously in the middle of nowhere. Furo suspected there was a new LARP going around with those stuck here.

He kind of wanted to play around as well, but he had a goal he was just about ready to achieve.

 "I've been focused on my ship and work, so I haven't really stocked the place with food. I doubt the others either. You both will have to grab something on the way if that's what you're after."