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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It does, yes. Even if I do have feathers. [ Which she might have seen in the gigantic wriggling mass that is his true form, tentacles, wings, claws, eyes, and very pointy boots. ]
...if it's an order, who am I to refuse? Very well then, let's see... Teru Mikami to start. For all his self righteous babble and past, it is often those types who stray furthest from God. Indeed, it seems he already has in many ways.
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[Embrace your wretchedness, Mikami]
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I have seen it happen time and time again, but it never grows any less amusing.
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I cannot be impressed with him because he was in jail.
[Because really, what kind of person destined for greatness and achieving their success is locked in jail like that?]
But you're not wrong, not wrong at all. I hardly can disagree when I'm like that too.
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[ If she hasn't been utilizing his culinary prowess, she's a fool. ]
The fact that you are aware as much is also what makes you a step above the rest. That apostle still has a ways to go, but we shall see what path he takes. [ Ciel was like that too. ]
But enough of that—who do you find amusing? I care not for personal reasons being your simple slave, but it is always a good idea to keep abreast of my master's affairs.
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There's a specific person I'm interested in...I believe you noticed I offered Dist a spot among my ranks. His knowledge will prove very useful in the future -- I could use it to create technology only I would have access to. The power of the Abyss plus technology nobody will be able to counter will give me indisputable domination!
[She hasn't gone far in planning how to incorporate Dist, the only thing she knows is...]
If he survives after we breach the Abyss I'll abduct him to my world, and once I'm there...I'm getting him to play along no matter what.
[Dist won't have fun if he doesn't join willingly. Turning people into revenants is her trademark move in her world]
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Dist the Rose, hm? [ Rapping his fingers against the wood. ]
If that is your definition of indisputable domination, I shall have to make note. He very well might—it does not seem that physical constitution matters in who survives contact with those shadows and who does not. Were that the case, we would be stuck with more barbarians, but it seems there were several fools who survived nonetheless.
Do you intend to break him, then? [ Emphasis on the you because it's something he's fully capable of in a general sense of driving someone mad. Who needs proper mind control powers when you're essentially an Eldritch Horror. ]
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[...]
And if he proves to overcome that...I'll have no choice but to turn him into a revenant. But I'd like to leave that as the last option.
[...last option she'll work on, anyway. It's going to take a whiiiile to tune her technology to affect Dist, so she sure would like to get started on that anyway]
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You haven't yet told me the details of that, you know. [ Just a whee bit curious. ]
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I'm great at manipulating brains and minds! And my best work, the one everyone knows and dreads, are my wasps, my beloved slaver wasps! [She really should lower her voice, sure would be awkward if someone was out there in the church] I created insects that fly and dissolve quickly into people's mouths. The compounds invade the target's brain and makes them vulnerable to any order I give them!
[Entire towns full of revenants exist out there. The problem is that people like her -- those with that scientific spark -- are immune to her work, so it's used mostly to have spies all over Europa. There's a good chance Dist could be immune...well she'll cross that bridge when she gets there]
Oh, but it's not like they turn into zombies. They continue their normal lives until I give an order or until someone finds out they're revenants. Some of them don't even notice they have been wasped.
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Hoh, so like a parasite. Have you ever considered using it on me?
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Once or twice.
[...because of that.]
But I decided not to even try, after seeing some of your power and competence. I hate to admit it, but you must be the best assistant I ever had. And also you could punch my head off if you wanted. Both those make trying that on you...unwise.
Also, I order you to never tell anyone I said you were the best assistant I ever had.
[Besides, would it even have a chance to work on supernatural creatures? Hardly, she supposes. They don't even work on mere animals!]
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It might have been an interesting experience for both of us. Such a thing would not have any effect on me of course, but this body is capable of taking physical damage—do you know what it feels like to ingest several magazines of machine gun bullets? [ Of course she doesn't, but he feels the need to ham anyway. ]
I would never do such a thing, my lady. Tenderizing must be done with care, else it result in chewy meat. [ She can't see his smile but she can certainly hear it. ]
...as you wish, but I hardly imagine someone will ask me that.
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Thanks for the descriptive response, I wanted to imagine that particular mental image! What would I do without you.
[Not imagine that, in the first place, which she'd have prefered. The Lady stands up from her seat. Hardly anyone will ask him that, huh? That so?]
That's what you think, but they're still thinking we're married. I'm starting to hold a grudge because of that, Rembrandt, you fool. Lucrezia never forgets her grudges.
[She talked more than she expected. She had planned to complain a bit, give the order about the lamp posts, and make her exit, but instead she got distracted. Well at least it wasn't boring, she can concede that much.
Without even bothering to give a 'see you later', she steps out of the confessional. Byyyye, Rembrandt]
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Even for a demon that is a lofty statement. [ Demons will do anything for a price but marriage is not something that's asked of them often. Probably. ]
However, I will answer your call anywhere of course, even to your bed. [ Yeah he's only talking like this because it gets under her skin, he's not capable of romantic feelings even if he is more than capable in bed. And of course that's the last thing he says before she stalks off. Perfectly fine, he can monologue by himself. ]
For a not so tiny master, she is almost as petulant as he was. How fitting.
[ Perhaps he'll sit here and think in days past for a little while. Or at least until Iago comes to shittalk with him about her, which he'll happily oblige. ]