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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 evolution of runes and language where I'm from can be pretty varied depending on the area. Travel between parts of the world was restricted until recently. [He should know, he's traveled everywhere to try and find a cure since the barriers fell. Sometimes what he found was more confusing than he could easily handle.]

I'll have to make a point to visit. It can't be any worse than dodging dungeon traps in search of some "secret scroll" that may or may not actually exist anymore.

That sounds fascinating. I'd love to hear more about it.

[Oh god, is she flirting? Badly? She can't. No. You can't wait for Spock forever. Except she's not waiting for him.

She hates this. How complicated everything has gotten since those ghouls invaded. She had cared about Spock, maybe even loved him, but now that feeling has been polluted with so many others — grief for his people, anger that he isn't here, guilt at killing the ghoul with his face.

Nyota Uhura, you are not in a good place for flirting with strangers. Especially with dumb lines like that.]

Sounds like you live an exciting life.

[It doesn't count as flirting if it's true, does it?]

Some new perspectives and training might help me decipher the more troublesome readings. Assuming I get out of here, that is. [Which he hasn't given up on, especially not on the first day.]

[The mention of an "exciting life" brings on a dry chuckle.] You could say that. Sometimes I could do with a little less excitement. [Like battling Dark Lords. He could easily go the rest of his life without more of that.]

If you get out of here, there's a chance you won't remember this place. That's the common understanding, at least.

[Well, damn. He can't decide if that's a good thing.]

Even so, it's worth my time to learn something useful. You never know when things will come in handy. [Or if he'll be able to find a cure while he's here. Even if it would be undone when he escapes this mess, it's still worthwhile.]

I'd be happy to teach you what I know.

Thanks. I might take you up on that.

But first, I should probably find a job and a place to live. And something to wear. [Or at least a place to hang his wet clothes.]

[He's naked?! No, Nyota, come on. Don't be stupid.]

Well, you know where I work. Good luck.

[Yeah he didn't think about how that sounded ~~but his player did~~. Much as the idea of people seeing him is uncomfortable, he will consider it.]

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