As the thunder struck the ground so nearby, it should have been enough to startle anyone out of their skin. The lamps would flicker as the door creaked open, allowing in a small hint of the sheer downpour outside the building. The robed figure that entered was indistinguishable for the most part other than being soaked from head to toe.
“Late night?â€spoke the smooth voice with only a hint of odd accent curling at the edges.
“Can I help you?†The woman answered, suspicious. Not just anyone walked into the office. And no one was due for quite some time while she finished filing away reports of her findings.
“Perhaps,†the man answered. The hood was pulled back and he gave a small shake of his head at the disturbance the change gave his furred ears. At least the fabric kept most of the moisture out. The woman looked a bit skittish. The thunder struck again and while she jumped, startled, he merely tossed a look back towards the windows looking out at the horrid weather. “Not a fan, are you?â€
“What?†The woman asked.
“Of the storm,†the miqo’te reiterated.
“Oh.. They are alright. It’s just been a long week. But -- why are you here, sir?â€
“To pick up my sister’s wedding dress,†the miqo’te answered. “I was told one had come in a few days ago -- to come give it a look. I would have stayed home given the weather but… Well.. You know how insistent women can be. The storm made no difference to her.â€
The woman seemed amused. She even laughed. The male miqo’te only grinned after her. “I think I do remember you coming in before.†But there was a protocol. She followed it as well as she could manage with the man remaining so close and distracting nearby.
“C’jihro Tia?†she asked, repeating the name given to her as she checked through the forms. “Odd… are you not a keeper?â€
“Nothing escapes you, does it?†The dark miqo’te chuckled. “Stranger things have passed through your doors than someone of mixed clan heritage, I would hope.â€
“I’m sorry,†the examiner gushed out apologetically. “Sometimes my mind gets away from me. Nature of the job.†With the report left at the counter, the examiner waved towards C’jihro to beckon him after her. “This way then, sir. Let’s see if this is your sister’s missing dress.â€
The miqo’te followed behind silently. He kept to himself and did not seem overly interested in anything on their way to what he could only assume was the storage room for collected evidence. Even then, he waited patiently near the doorway and did not go inside as the woman searched for the proper container.
“Here we are,†she announced. The long box was brought out and set on the nearby table. It was only then that she realized an important detail to disclose to the man. “I really hope this is -not- the dress you’re looking for,†she said as she lifted the lid off and view the ruined clothes herself. The veil was still bloodied. More importantly, the dress had been cut to have removed it from the body of the deceased.
“No, this is the one,†the miqo’te said with a grand smile. “No mistaking it.â€
“Really?†The examiner asked, surprised. Was the man not at all fazed by the state of it? The blood? “Are you certain this is the one you filed a report about?â€
“Yes. C’jihro Tia. Did you not check it out before?â€
The examiner gave pause. Had she? She offered a long sigh. The lid was placed back into place. The box was shifted across the table to allow for its collection into her arms on her way back towards the door. She handed the box towards the man and offered her apology once more, “I’m sorry, you’re right. It really has been a long day. I must not be thinking straight.†After all, why else would she have so readily brought him back to the evidence storage without having confirmed that? She could remember taking out all the proper papers at least.
“Well then, how about a break?†C’jihro suggested.
“What about your sister’s dress?†The examiner countered, though she smiled.
“I think she can wait for it a bit longer,†the miqo’te replied.
“Late night?â€spoke the smooth voice with only a hint of odd accent curling at the edges.
“Can I help you?†The woman answered, suspicious. Not just anyone walked into the office. And no one was due for quite some time while she finished filing away reports of her findings.
“Perhaps,†the man answered. The hood was pulled back and he gave a small shake of his head at the disturbance the change gave his furred ears. At least the fabric kept most of the moisture out. The woman looked a bit skittish. The thunder struck again and while she jumped, startled, he merely tossed a look back towards the windows looking out at the horrid weather. “Not a fan, are you?â€
“What?†The woman asked.
“Of the storm,†the miqo’te reiterated.
“Oh.. They are alright. It’s just been a long week. But -- why are you here, sir?â€
“To pick up my sister’s wedding dress,†the miqo’te answered. “I was told one had come in a few days ago -- to come give it a look. I would have stayed home given the weather but… Well.. You know how insistent women can be. The storm made no difference to her.â€
The woman seemed amused. She even laughed. The male miqo’te only grinned after her. “I think I do remember you coming in before.†But there was a protocol. She followed it as well as she could manage with the man remaining so close and distracting nearby.
“C’jihro Tia?†she asked, repeating the name given to her as she checked through the forms. “Odd… are you not a keeper?â€
“Nothing escapes you, does it?†The dark miqo’te chuckled. “Stranger things have passed through your doors than someone of mixed clan heritage, I would hope.â€
“I’m sorry,†the examiner gushed out apologetically. “Sometimes my mind gets away from me. Nature of the job.†With the report left at the counter, the examiner waved towards C’jihro to beckon him after her. “This way then, sir. Let’s see if this is your sister’s missing dress.â€
The miqo’te followed behind silently. He kept to himself and did not seem overly interested in anything on their way to what he could only assume was the storage room for collected evidence. Even then, he waited patiently near the doorway and did not go inside as the woman searched for the proper container.
“Here we are,†she announced. The long box was brought out and set on the nearby table. It was only then that she realized an important detail to disclose to the man. “I really hope this is -not- the dress you’re looking for,†she said as she lifted the lid off and view the ruined clothes herself. The veil was still bloodied. More importantly, the dress had been cut to have removed it from the body of the deceased.
“No, this is the one,†the miqo’te said with a grand smile. “No mistaking it.â€
“Really?†The examiner asked, surprised. Was the man not at all fazed by the state of it? The blood? “Are you certain this is the one you filed a report about?â€
“Yes. C’jihro Tia. Did you not check it out before?â€
The examiner gave pause. Had she? She offered a long sigh. The lid was placed back into place. The box was shifted across the table to allow for its collection into her arms on her way back towards the door. She handed the box towards the man and offered her apology once more, “I’m sorry, you’re right. It really has been a long day. I must not be thinking straight.†After all, why else would she have so readily brought him back to the evidence storage without having confirmed that? She could remember taking out all the proper papers at least.
“Well then, how about a break?†C’jihro suggested.
“What about your sister’s dress?†The examiner countered, though she smiled.
“I think she can wait for it a bit longer,†the miqo’te replied.