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[will_be_god]

Characters: Cyrus and whoever else is in Dorino
Time period: Middle Ages
Location: Dorino
Time of day: Around noon
Content: Uh...we do timey stuff in the middle ages?
Warnings: So far, one very wet and slightly POed divine wannabe. Yes that is a warning.

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[birdwhoseeks]

Meanwhile, back in the town, Gwendolyn was slightly frustrated: so far, she had been looking around the village for the better part of the morning and had found neither Jupiter nor Django (she hadn't found Shadow Knight Oswald either, but he was rarely inside the limits of his own accord anyway).

So as she made her way to the edges of the town, she noticed in the distance a rather drenched, familiar figure.

[will_be_god]

Oh, how interesting. Gwendolyn was here, which meant this was most likely the town she had spoken of. Dorino, was it?

He approached, ensuring it was her (not that she could be mistaken for many others) before speaking. "Gwendolyn. I had not expected to see you in nthis place. Is this the town you mentioned?"

[birdwhoseeks]

"Cyrus. The sentiment is mutual. I suppose you were spirited back here?"

She motioned to the surrounding buildings. "This is indeed the village of Dorino."

[will_be_god]

He nodded, ringing out his jacket further. "Then it has lost its memory. Have you determined anything regarding the cause or source? Moreover, have you seen anyone else from our shared experiences?"