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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[bawcock]

[ Strange reaction, that. He can't tell what it means just yet, or if it means anything at all, but he'll remember it. ]

Am I? [ Gesturing with his left hand. Oh, how he's missed gesturing! ] Honestly, that's pretty hard to imagine. This is a colorful bunch you've got here, I'd even go so far as to call them "eccentric."

[ Tbh, he kinda likes them. Reminds him of downtown Heliodor. ]

[dominioned]

You are. [ He leans back a bit, his proper posture fading. ]

And it is true—while I have fielded a fair share of complaints, no one has actually does anything other than whine. And several people I talk to are respectful, or their version of it at any rate.

[bawcock]

Jeez. When you put it that way, it almost sounds like you're insulting me.

[ Rude, you're not supposed to call him out for being rude. A beat, then he glances away. ]

But even I have to admit, I don't fit in with the more genteel crowd. I'm one of the dregs of society, and when your stock is as low as mine is you learn to take what you can without compromising.

[dominioned]

[ Too bad looking away means Erik's gonna miss his cheeky smile. ]

Ah, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. I've seen both high society and the underbelly, and while I prefer the former, spending all my time there would be incredibly boring.

[bawcock]

[ It's fine, he's seen Rembrandt smile plenty of times before!! Not missin' out on anything. ]

No kidding! I thought you seemed too posh for a priest, now I know why. [ Okay, maybe not like posh-posh. He's obviously no royal. And he obviously can be crass. It's also obvious he's a really bad dude.

... he's starting to wonder what part of Rembrandt makes him seem refined, honestly. ] But you know, hearing that... I can't help but think you're a bit eccentric yourself. Most people wouldn't bother with street urchins when they can consort with nobles.

[dominioned]

So I've been told. For any measure of the world, my peers and I don't see eye to eye on many things, particularly in our taste. But there's something to be said of overcoming adversity that spoiled nobles have difficult with, among other things.

[ Yeah he's just a weirdo confirmed. ]

[bawcock]

Now I see how it is. It isn't that you like rubbing elbows with the downtrodden—it's more like you enjoy watching them scurry around.

Kind of the same way you're watching us do the same. [ Watching people as sport puts a distasteful spin on it but, well, some people are like this. Plus, he always knew Rembrandt was secretly laughing at them.

He gives a very disappointed shrug. ]

[dominioned]

Now, now, that's only partially true. If I wanted to be a mere spectator I wouldn't get my hands dirty as I have. It's quite different from what is on the line for you, but I do have a stake in this, aside from any passing amusement you all may provide.

[ To emphasize his words he wags a finger nonchalantly. ]

[bawcock]

Sure wish you'd go ahead tell me what that stake was. It'd make it a whole lot easier to believe you.

And if not believe, I could at least try to understand where you're coming from. [ Not expecting anything though. They've done the motive song and dance and he's been left wanting every time. ]

[dominioned]

I have to have some secrets, you know? [ Pressing a gloved finger against his lips, he laughs. ]

My stake is my payment, but I assume you have already surmised as much. Does a thief really not understand doing whatever it takes to secure their prize?

[bawcock]

[ Please, Rembrandt, you're practically a secret factory. But he receives a slight, worried smile in response to his laugh anyway. ]

Point taken. There's at least one treasure out there I'd give anything for—and, sometimes, I want it so badly it even hurts. [ His smile fades as he speaks. Then, with a sigh, he leans back against the confessional wall. ]

At the same time, it doesn't feel fair when with a wave their hand and the flash of some lights someone can magically tell you what your deepest, darkest desires are. Especially when you can't do the same for them.

[dominioned]

Ah well, these circumstances are slightly irregular. It's not like I acquired that knowledge just now, it was done prior. All I did was make it easier to recall the specifics, that's all. [ That might be a comfort and it might not, the assuaging smile likely not helping any. ]

Nonetheless, if you possessed such an ability you would be welcome to try it on me.

[bawcock]

[ Not really comforting!! ] That just makes it more mysterious.

And unfortunately for me, I've got nothing like that in my kit. My pal the Luminary, on the other hand... he might be able to do it.

[dominioned]

I do entertain guesses, you know.

[ It's in his nature to always push when he could very well just sit. ]

Oh?

[bawcock]

Don't I know it. You've been "entertaining" my guesses since week one!

[ Which is why if he had any, he'd say them. ]

"Oh," he says. If I didn't know better, I'd say that sounds like genuine interest.

[dominioned]

[ This is also why Erik gets farther along than most other people have in getting useful (?) info. ]

Are you implying my interest so far has been insincere?

[bawcock]

[ Good question. He'll give it some proper thought! ]

That all depends on the subject. We've gone over so much, there have to be a few misses. [ He doesn't know statistics but he knows people. Leaning back into a slouch. ] But if you really wanna know what I think you think of me, I don't mind answering.

'Course, I don't mind saying your interest in my friend is near zero either. His powers, on the other hand... well, that I figure is high. If only 'cause you wanna know if he's like you.

[dominioned]

No, I don't think for one moment that he's like me at all. [ Firmly said, a finger curls under his lips. ]

Power doesn't interest me in the way it lures others. To them, power is a means to achieving their goal, or a status symbol. To me...I suppose it does help me realize what I desire, but there was a time I was challenged to do so without yielding many of the skills in my arsenal.

And besides, I am plenty powerful already.

[bawcock]

Color me surprised! [ Fair though, and he would've said outright the Luminary is not. No one shines quite as brightly as his pal the Luminary.

Anyway, huh. Listen to him go, what a philosophy... ]

I never got the "quest for power" myself. Which... might be ironic, considering. [ A sigh, a shrug, and a shake of his head. ] I guess your take does make sense though.

[dominioned]

Why thank you. [ It's a weird take so that might be genuine acceptance. ]

Everyone defines power differently, however. Including the Lady, of course. [ They don't talk about her much which might be the reason that their talks go on like this, but end of his words hang like a stray thread. ]

[bawcock]

[ Boy, that's one obvious hook. He's pretty sure this is the only time the Lady's come up in anything but passing.

And this context... actually, this is pretty funny. No, wait, this is really funny. It takes a second, but Erik starts laughing—or maybe it's closer to giggling—before turning his head and laughing into his hand. He waves his hand at Rembrandt as if to say "wait, stop."

When he's done, he leans back with an amused exhale. ] Sorry, I promise, it wasn't you. [ A beat. ] Okay, it was, but not in a bad way. Just... man, what a line! I couldn't help myself.

You were saying something about her and power?

[dominioned]

[ Rembrandt seems taken in a different way, with not so muted surprise as Erik laughs. He shakes his head from side to side with a smile. ]

I couldn't help myself either. [ Needs to be said, even if its obvious. ]

She desires power of course, that's why she hired me. That in itself is boring, but the methods and deeds she has committed herself to in doing so is anything but. It takes a certain type of individual to distort themselves until they're hardly recognizable even to themselves, yet never lose track of their goal regardless.

I find it interesting, even if it does leave some things to be desired.

[bawcock]

[ Super obvious. Rembrandt's itching to gossip about the Lady and oh does it ever show! No matter how polite or coy he's being, he's still leaving this obvious trail of breadcrumbs in the hopes someone will follow them. Seems easier to just say it outright, but at least this way is pretty funny. Until he starts speaking, that is. As far as gossip goes, this is pretty weak.

Is he holding back on the juicy stuff? Propping his elbow on his knee and leaning in. ] Interesting on one hand, boring on the other, eh?

[dominioned]

If you're interested in the specifics, in this case my hands are tied. [ He moves one hand over the other, mimicking handcuffs. ]

On the other hand, there may be ways around it.

[bawcock]

Sounds like you need an out. Or a friendly thief to find a way through all those loopholes.

[ Gonna put his hands over Remmy's and pull them apart. He can't promise much of anything, the Lady is a total mystery to him, but eh. Might as well try. ]

So, are we playing charades or should I start guessing?