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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Ask another question.
But it is not just that, correct.
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[ 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?
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...So you and the Lady had fun doing your experiments on these people? Why?
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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Though he'll expect the worst so he can try not to be surprised by anything. ]