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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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[He nods along, but doesn't look very comfortable holding it.] And this... lets you talk to people?

[A nod.] You may keep it impersonal by using the text function, or record only voice. There is a video option which would allow you to communicate while seeing each other.

[A short sound of understanding, even if he doesn't entirely. He'll figure it out. Probably.]

[A lack of talking - Yin's more accustomed to this. She takes it as a cue to go silent, herself. She, also, takes it at face value he understands. Now, Zelgadis has her creepily just watching him. Not even scrutinizing, no. She doesn't care enough for that.]

[Zelgadis pretends not to care about being stared at, even if it is his worst nightmare. His uncomfortable overfocus on the device might be telling, however.]

...Thanks for the information. [He pauses, wondering whether she'll just keep giving him the dead-eye.]

[Still staring. If he wants her to leave, he'll actually have to say it. At least, with Yin, she doesn't care that he looks different, or wonder why, or even notice. The only thing she's occupied with his status as a new arrival, and making sure he is seen to because of it.]

[Normally he doesn't have trouble being blunt, but the staring. Besides, she did help him out.]

I should probably go find some new clothes. [And before she can start in about that somehow, he gets up and wrings out his cape.]

[As long as he's still in the area, she'll inform him.]

There's a clothes shop [insert distance here] from here. [At least, this specific one looks like it might cater to his tastes, considering the clothes look similar to his from where she can see them with her specter.]

[He doesn't really have any local money, but he has some gold coins in a very wet pouch. That sort of thing spends everywhere.]

[He nods his thanks this time and heads off in the indicated direction, pulling on his hood and mask which are uncomfortably soaked but nevertheless useful.]

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