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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 15, 2009 21:16:16 GMT -5
::Pietro remained in step with her. He waited patiently for the slow elevator to arrive, and waited for her to enter before doing so himself. Recalling her comment earlier, he pressed the button to take them to the third floor.::
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Post by Storm on Apr 15, 2009 21:19:39 GMT -5
She stepped inside after him, waited until the doors slid shut. "I haven't even decided anything yet."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 15, 2009 21:22:37 GMT -5
::Having never created a will before, Pietro knew not what it entailed. At her comment, he replied,:: "Does the lawyer know that?"
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Post by Storm on Apr 15, 2009 21:24:34 GMT -5
"I doubt it, unless he's telepathic," she said, in complete seriousness. "He assembled my fianancial information but left the rest to me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 15, 2009 21:59:27 GMT -5
::Pietro had no reason to believe the man was telepathic, or even a mutant. He did not know how she knew of this firm, apart from them having been "recommended," which could be code for a number of avenues and specialties; he simply thought that she might have mentioned it. As she had not, it would make this meeting all the longer. Having nothing pertinent to say, he nodded a single time.::
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Post by Storm on Apr 16, 2009 21:09:54 GMT -5
The elevator doors opened into an office with the standard receptionist desk in front, a hallway filled with separate offices going off behind her. She looked up, and blinked abruptly at the both of them, looking surprised, confused, and a bit suspicious before her professionalism took over. "Can I help you?"
Storm asked for Lyle Drake, said they had an appointment, and the receptionist asked them to wait in some rather comfortable looking chairs while she got a hold of him. She turned, headed towards the chairs. "You think it's the white hair?" she muttered sotto voce to Pietro.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 16, 2009 21:34:18 GMT -5
::It was either the white hair or Pietro's resemblance to a notorious figure; he preferred it to be the former, as there was confusion and prejudice, but would save them a Magneto discussion. Walking beside Ororo, he replied,:: "Perhaps."
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Post by Storm on Apr 16, 2009 21:49:39 GMT -5
Ororo sat down. "I suppose it's not something I'm getting used to very quickly." Even after years of being a known mutant and handling her mutation, human prejudice still got to her. Senator Kelly's death a couple years ago had softened her outlook a little, but the problem was stil there.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 16, 2009 21:52:05 GMT -5
::Pietro sat in the chair beside her; despite the comfortable leather, he sat back rigid. His experiences in life had been different from hers, regarding mutant status and reactions; at this point, he expected it from anyone he met, although he did not appreciate it.:: "The lawyer should have better manners."
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Post by Storm on Apr 16, 2009 21:57:47 GMT -5
"One hopes." She subsided into silence, and it wasn't a very long wait before the receptionist signalled to them. "Mr. Drake is available now. He'll be out in a minute."
It wasn't much longer then a literal minute before the lawyer came out to meet them. He was the exact opposite of the tall, smooth, polished lawyer his name seemed to imply- in fact he was a couple inches shorter then Ororo and somewhat portly, and seemed as if he were being harried on all sides. "Hello," he said, nodding first to Ororo and then offering his hand to Pietro, without so much as a pause. "I'm sorry, I've been running late all day."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 17, 2009 8:52:13 GMT -5
::Pietro took the other man's offered hand for a firm handshake, studying him covertly. While others might take "Lyle Drake" to be a name implying elegance, this man's appearance was essentially what Pietro had expected, although once more, those thoughts were kept to himself. He was some three or four inches shorter than Pietro, which put him at the technical average male height, and appeared to be on his way to a coronary. He also appeared hassled, which was the only aspect about which Pietro cared; if Wanda's legal advice suffered because of an inability to properly manage his time...
He released the attorney's hand and glanced at Ororo; she was to take the lead in this enterprise.::
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Post by Everyone Else on Apr 19, 2009 21:38:07 GMT -5
::Drake had gathered that he was dealing with mutants from how his secretary had described his clients, and from their appearance. He had interacted with a number of them over the years, and had no opinion one way or the other, so long as they asked for nothing that would cause him to be disbarred and paid their fees. His hand released, he gestured at his office.:: "If you would both follow me?"
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Post by Storm on Apr 20, 2009 19:51:25 GMT -5
Storm took in Pietro's glance and almost imperceptibly nodded; Drake was fine, she didn't expect total perfection all the time from anyone. When Drake spoke and gestured for them to follow, she did, taking the lead in front of Pietro.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Apr 20, 2009 20:38:02 GMT -5
::Pietro followed behind the other two, taking in the surroundings. They reached Drake's office, which was business-like, although the chairs were posh. The man's degrees were on the wall behind him, and the walls were hidden behind shelves of legal reference books.::
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Post by Storm on Apr 20, 2009 20:44:14 GMT -5
Drake gestured to one of the chairs and Storm took a seat, feeling extremely awkward with the cane.
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