The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.
A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.
"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"We're in a museum now, Harry.
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dominioned) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
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[ Near perfect? Yes. But there were some people who could compete with him, even if they were human. ]
Regardless, my question still stands. They seem to be very much at the investigate stage, and there are only a few who would I label intuitive at that.
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...she has no idea. She's used to scheming against people who have as many scientific skills as her, people with armies, lots of minions, and a cunning that comes somewhat close to hers. Here, though, it's twenty-something people who should be powerless against her. She knows she should be prepared for any eventuality, but she can't imagine how exactly that bunch of defenseless people can fight back, even though there are like two or three rather intelligent people among her.
The Lady never thought her opponents being so...useless and defenseless would be hard to plan against, yet here we are]
I don't know.
[She has to admit that. The Lady opens the door of the confessionary]
Regardless, paranoia is not bad. If anybody gets into the crypts or into the castle itself, kill them. No questions asked, no warning, just make sure they die. We'll deal with the consequences later.
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Understood. [ He tilts his head as he watches her prepare to leave. ]
For the record, I do not find your forethought a bad quality. You'll have to forgive me for playing devil's advocate, as it were. [ His smile is all teeth. Yeah, he totally wanted to see how she would deal with the situation regardless of his opinion. He knows better than to underestimate humans, even if his worries are different from hers.
Can't overcook his meal, this time. ]
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Oh, a pun. Your charms are truly devilish, Rembrandt.
[She can't believe this conversation ended with a pun. Golly, Rembrandt, you totally did that on purpose too]