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[Beside the fountain, a statue has appeared. Or so one might assume, given the slate-grey stone of its skin, the sharp glint of wire topping its head as a fall of hair. Despite the illusion of its cape and cloak that billow in the winter breeze, the shimmer of light on the longsword dangling from one clenched fist, surely it can't be alive...]

[But watch from another angle and see that the tunic it wears is in tatters, exposing a lean torso of yet more stone, the features of a chiseled face framed by darker pebbles. The first sign of true life is seen in sluggish trails of blood that flow from his mouth and chest, their slow drips rhythmic against the ground.]

[The stone man sways in silence, eyes closed, and then he pitches forward into the fountain. A sharp crack sounds as his hip strikes the base, and then the only movement are the ribbons of red that flow from his wounds and get swept into the current.]

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[Voice, some time later]

[A distinctly uncomfortable clearing of his throat, before a low, smoky voice addresses whoever might be listening. He is far from used to communicating through such means, but it might prove advantageous to not require face to face contact.]

How might a new... resident [or whatever a stranger calls himself] go about finding living accommodations and employment? I haven't seen much in the way of advertisement postings. [Wanted posters being, of course, his usual method of job seeking.]


((OOC: So sorry this took so long, I've been (really) sick! Any City dweller that can sense supernatural presence might be slightly pinged by him, but they probably won't be able to identify what exactly he is. For more specific info, feel free to ask!))

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[ The smug stranger's smile grows infinitely more smug, ]

Are you sure? It looks almost as if you crashed headlong into a mound of gravel. [ A beat. ] Or swallowed it.

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[Well, he's heard worse insults. Still, he's not about to simper off like a halfwit. He favors the jerk with a disinterested glance, sidelong as he can get using this device.]

How original. I haven't heard that one in all of five minutes.

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[ Karl tilts his head at the Device. His eyes are dark and catlike above the sneering little grin. ]

Oh?

Do strangers make a habit of insulting you every five minutes?

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[Have an eyeroll for your trouble. He's an old hand at dealing with ignorant twits, and not in a particularly charitable mood to begin with.]

I just said that, didn't I? [It's not strictly the truth; typically such insults happen in whispers rather than to his face, and usually a well placed glare or two shuts them up because even an idiot can see that picking a fight with a stone man is more trouble than it's worth.]

[This particular idiot, however, is on the other end of a strange device, which makes it doubly uncomfortable. Zelgadis isn't used to the technology which sets him on edge as it is, and he can't exactly use subtle threats like this.]

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[ Oh, the stony visage -- literal or metaphorical -- doesn't scare him. Karl lives to antagonize. Having an unpredictable element in play makes it all the more hilarious. ]

Yes, and I heard. Such a pity -- life can be a rocky journey for those who don't fit the ideal of beauty.

[ Let the terribad puns begin. ]

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[Har har. Pardon Zelgadis for being entirely unamused.]

Go spout your crap elsewhere.

[He has to fumble for the disconnect button, stupid technology, and is all the more irritated that it ruins his huffy storm-off. But soon enough the line goes dead.]