[center][h2]Lyubov[/h2][/center]

Lyubov was elated. She'd done it! She'd completed a summoning! This was the biggest ritual she'd ever done by herself, and she couldn't wait to tell her family. As she recovered her sight, she wondered what she had summoned. An ancient hero of divine descent? Maybe a dashing adventurer or noble pirate! Perhaps even a beast half-forgotten by the passage of time.

...aaaaand it was a boy younger than her. Had she left a door open? She was so flabbergasted she could only blink and point the boy to the modest collection of fruit in the kitchen before she started a quaruple-check on her summoning circle. It was still without error, but she'd probably be stuck cleaning it up herself, which was going to be awful. She looked over her shoulder, and decided to start asking questions in her thick Slavic accent.

"My name is Lyubov, you are? And are you not very small for knight?"

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[center][h2]Arsene Lupin[/h2][/center]

Well, that wasn't a lot of information to go on. Ideally Lupin would ask for a description, but he needed to test his new information network. It was surprisingly easy to find informants, even if accomplices were a bit more difficult.

"Awright. I'm gonna go ask some folks I know 'round the pahk, you kids sit tight."

The elderly man headed off with a bit of spring in his step, heading around the park area to ask his informants.

At a hot dog stand, he met up with a burly blonde Swede in a sweater with a big bushy beard. A viking Berserker, and surprisingly soft spoken. Apparently, he'd been a lawyer in life. He and the old man would be playing cards later tonight, but next week the old man was expecting a visit from his grandchildren. Of course, Lupin was going to be scouting the Space Elevator that night as a way to knock off the rust.

At a coffee cart, an American mage girl. She'd managed to summon some kind of bear. Lupin didn't question it, her coffee was impeccable and she was pleasant company. Indeed, she was already asking him about the grandchildren and offering a free cup for the road, though he had to politely turn her down. A shame he hadn't met her out of disguise yet.

In a square where many buskers came to make a buck, a Greek with an unkempt beard lay on a bench, scratching his stomach through his rumpled shirt. Despite his loathsome hygiene, the man was good enough company, and seemed to be an excellent judge of character.

After gathering what information he could in the park, Lupin set off in search of this "Dorothy" girl, knowing he wasn't likely to turn up much with the information given. Still, these things usually had a way of working out.