Private Conversations

[dominioned]

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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[reanbeans]

...Here.

[ He'll show the other the results of hours of work because Aidios knows he fucked up a couple of times and had to redo considering the subject.

It's someone unmistakably with long, wild hair and standing in a confident pose. Very womanly shaped and mature.

It could be no other than one Raven Branwen

Either way, he'll prepare to hand it over and patiently wait for the other's appraisal. ]

[dominioned]

[ He takes the sugar sculpture with care, eyes flickering over every detail. ]

Why Raven?

[reanbeans]

...She's the first person I met here who made such an impression on me. So, I thought it'd be fitting if I chose her over anyone else.

Though, I had briefly thought of a few others.

[ Dazai, Ango, Seteth, Hyobu, and Dist in particular. ]

[dominioned]

No need to be so modest, Rean Schwarzer, this is a confessional after all.

[ How good is this sculpture btw is it: Winning America's Greatest Bakeoff or 2nd place/runner up? ]

[reanbeans]

It feels a little ironic hearing you say that for some reason.

[ ...I can't believe I'm typing this but it'd probably be winning that bakeoff. He's no prodigy, but he went through a painstaking amount of effort and he's good at paying attention to detail.

Having art skills and baking skills do help, though. ]

[dominioned]

Oh? Who better to tell your sins to than someone who is well acquainted with vices.

[ He hums as he traces a gloved finger along the statue, giving it the third degree. Apparently this is really important, and once he's look it over thrice over he stops.]

Acceptable, for what materials you had to work with.

[reanbeans]

[ In more ways than one considering his involvement with the Lady, but he didn't say that, he just sighed and moved on. ]

...Then I assume I'm free to ask that question and receive that answer based upon the conditions we agreed to last time.

[dominioned]

Yes, go ahead.

[reanbeans]

[ He's thinking real hard...biting his lip a little - he hardly received chances on actually getting a straight answer from people when it was needed. He's going to go down the list of a few questions baring the first one can't be really answered. ]

...What are you really getting out of this? I really doubt it's just the satisfaction of us killing each other.

[dominioned]

[ His reply is instantaneous. ]

Ask another question.

But it is not just that, correct.

[reanbeans]

...Alright.

[ Dang, but that's alright, so he thought some more...at least he's not wrong in assuming that Rem wasn't just here for the thrill of the kill. ]

What exactly happened to the inhabitants of this town to make them turn out as they did?

[dominioned]

The same thing that happened to each and every one of you.

[reanbeans]

[ He'll grimace. ]

...So you and the Lady had fun doing your experiments on these people? Why?

[dominioned]

I already answered your question, but in interest of answering cleanly, I will clarify.

The lady is interested in these experiments, not I. I am under her employ, so I do what she wishes—not that it bothers me in the slightest killing others.

[reanbeans]

[ Rean was still bad at this, and he will continue to acknowledge that. ]

And you like going along with whatever she wishes, I imagine.

[ ...He'll sigh. He knew he didn't have the temperament for this, and he knew he was going to just throw things at the wall here but not in the most productive manner, so it was time for him to take his leave. ]

That aside, thanks for obliging me at least. Have a good night.

[ He'll go and make his exit. ]

[dominioned]

[ Before he does. ]

I don't like it, it is simply the nature of our relationship. My personal likes and wants are a separate matter entirely.

But have a good evening, nonetheless.

[reanbeans]

[ He's kind of mad that made him curious enough that he'll think it over.

Though he'll expect the worst so he can try not to be surprised by anything. ]