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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 20:06:12 GMT -5
*Mitra knocked on the door of the townhouse, tapping her foot impatiently.* At least my brother has good taste in real estate...
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 22:10:08 GMT -5
*Rochester looked up from his book. Was that the door? Setting it down on the table, he stood and walked down the hall to answer it. He didn’t think much of being in a plain shirt and trousers, he wasn’t expecting anyone. Perhaps it was the blonde that Nadir had mentioned…*
*He opened the door a crack. Not blonde. He opened it wider.*
“Good evening. Can I help you?”
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 22:20:06 GMT -5
*Mitra brushed a dark strand of hair from her eyes and furrowed her brow at the man who answered the door.* "Hello...is your master at home?" *she asked, shortly, but not unpolitely.*
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 22:27:14 GMT -5
*Rochester raised a brow, then realized that he wasn’t presenting his best face.*
“Forgive me miss. I’m afraid you have not caught me at my most charming. Rochester, at your service.*
*He offered his hand with ingrained civility, a curl of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth.*
“I am the most recent master of this estate.”
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 22:29:39 GMT -5
*Mitra cocked her head to one side but half-smiled and slid a cool hand into Rochester's.* "Then forgive my assumption, sir," *she said, her French English lightly accented.* "I must have the wrong address--I seek Nadir Khan."
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 22:34:40 GMT -5
*Rochester had an ‘ah ha, yet how tragic that she’s looking for someone else’ expression pass over his face before he continued. He kissed her hand gently.*
“You would have had him miss, but he has recently relocated. Monsieur Khan is staying elsewhere at the moment. If you would like to come in, I would be happy to get you the address.”
*He stood to the side to let her in.*
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 22:40:21 GMT -5
"Relocated?" *She tugged at the edge of her headscarf, wrapped loosely about her head and shoulders, dark red cloth heavily embroidered with gold.* "That boy always had quicksilver in his feet--devilishly difficult to track down," *she said, throwing a bright white grin at Rochester as she stepped inside.* "You are very kind, Monsieur Rochester." *She held out her hand again, her wrist bent at a delicate and well-bred manner, a mass of gold bangles sliding forward on her slim brown forearm with a musical sound, the light scent of jasmine perfume about her like a veil, almost palpable, but not cloying.* "Mitra Lilia Khan, at your service. Forgive me."
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 22:52:27 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled warmly and took her hand again.*
“It is my pleasure.”
*He realized he wasn’t exactly sure what her relation was to Nadir. With an inquisitive tilt of his head, he asked.*
“You would be Monsieur Khan’s…?”
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 22:54:56 GMT -5
*Mitra 's smile widened slightly.* "...runny-nosed, knock-kneed brat of a sister," *she concluded with a charming little laugh.* "Or that's how he'd best remember me, in any case."
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 23:04:58 GMT -5
*His smile grew.*
“Well, I would remark in that case you turned out delightfully splendid.”
*Rochester led her into the study where he took a piece of paper from his desk and wrote the address of the estate where Nadir had been the last time he had seen him. Remembering the events of the last time he saw him, his expression dropped all lightness suddenly, as well as most of its color. He looked up to her and his voice softened.*
“Forgive me, but there is something you should know. You might want to sit down first.”
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 23:12:19 GMT -5
"He's bisexual? He killed a man? He married his daughter? ...what is it?" *she asked, sitting more for Rochester's comfort than her own. She could take just about anything, she was fairly certain.* "This...address...it's not a cemetary, is it?" *she asked slowly.*
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 23:18:52 GMT -5
*Rochester was quick to attempt to rectify the misunderstanding he caused.*
"Oh no, miss. There's just been...well, something happened and there was a trauma. I hate to tell you this, but your brother is blind."
*He walked over to the end table and poured some cognac. He offered it to her gently.*
"I am so sorry, but I felt you should know...before meeting with him again."
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 23:22:24 GMT -5
*Mitra took the cognac and sipped it appreciatively, pondering.* "Thank you. Thank you for telling me." *She swirled her glass for a moment.* "Is he...ill?"
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Post by Rochester on Mar 15, 2007 23:32:01 GMT -5
"I'm afraid I am not sure. There doesn't seem to be any tissue damage. There was a head wound... He had been abducted. I was not privy to the details. But from what little of him I have seen since then, he is managing as well as he can."
*He sighed sympathetically, handing her the address.*
"Is there anything else I can do? You are welcome to stay here if you need boarding. There is plenty of room. But it is not to far a ride from here if you wanted to attempt the journey this evening."
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Post by Mitra on Mar 15, 2007 23:40:35 GMT -5
*Mitra took the scrap of paper and stood, re-adjusting her veil over her dark hair.* "Sounds like him...if you would be so kind as to escort me, I should like to see him tonight. Even if you were to deny me this, I would go. I must see my brother," *her voice was low, with some emotion unheard in her tone before now. What little she had seen of the man she knew as her brother, she had loved him. After his mother had died, she had been all he had, and she had doted on him.*
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