The Teleportors Are Occupied Today [ACTION]

[chose_death]

[Anyone who requires use of one of the city's many teleportors today will happen across a peculiar sight. For today, there is one man who is hogging the teleporting machines, and rather persistently at that

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[chose_death]

[The man's head swivels about. He fixes an owlish, intent stare on the young girl, and a snap of recognition flickers in his pupils. Calmly, the stranger rises to his full, impressive height (and at a lofty six-foot-four, it is quite a tall height indeed). He bends forward only the smallist bit, his nostrils flaring, intense and probing in expression.

He is a man of about his middle fifties, graying at his temples and whiskers. He is definitely old-fashioned, by the looks of his state of dress, and a faint lopsided grimace twists at his thin lips. Overall, he is a rather forbidding and irreproachable sort of fellow, more closely resembling a bridled wolf than someone you want to make a friendly chatter with on the street.

The man furrows his brow.]

Learning, [he says abruptly, after a length. He thrusts his head sharply toward the teleporter, an odd and brusque gesture, his arms crossed over his chest.] About this machine.

[That stare of his is rather unsettling, when it refuses to budge from one's face. He purses his lips.]

It strikes me that I am a new procurement. [My, didn't he select that word carefully?] I don't recognize this city.

[motherofgodbro]

Oh, are you new here? 'Cause people will answer your questions if you ask about stuff....

[Wow she's eloquent]

[chose_death]

[He pauses long enough to cast the girl an intense, dry, unimpressed stare.]

...Yes, I recall saying that just a moment ago.

[The man grimaces and winces. This girl, whom he vaguely recognizes from his previous hell of a city, does strike him as somewhat changed. Though they both possess a hint of that dull wit, he had to admit. He thrusts a thumb sharply toward the teleporter behind him.]

Is this the only way to move around the city? What about carriages or ... [he pauses, frowning deeply, as he searches for the correct word--] automotives?

[motherofgodbro]

Well, I don't think there're cars here. And I haven't seen any carriages. But I usually just walk everywhere. Unless it's like, the beach or something.