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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[dominioned]

[ He chuckles. ]

Ah yes, the painter Rembrandt does not exist in your world, does he?

[pr159]

No. I think that's the case for the majority of us, actually.

[ In previous weeks he probably would have tried to get some more details about Rembrandt's world here, or at least discussed his taste in art or something. This week, though, even if he's not living in the bar anymore, he's still really not in the mood. ]

I suppose that trial was a good time for you.

[dominioned]

I should have known.

[ A rare confession, though he says so airily. ]

Why do you say that?

[pr159]

You love a good, dramatic show, don't you?

[ As if he wasn't just taking pride in providing one himself in the second week, but that's not really the point. ]

[dominioned]

[ He chuckles. ]

I won't say that it wasn't amusing. But the Lady enjoyed that aspect of it more than I did. That being said, I did enjoy this weekend more than the others.

[pr159]

[ Wow, it's not like he's surprised, but this still pisses him off!! ]

Well. I hope the conclusion was to your liking.

[ And if it wasn't, TOO BAD, HE'S STILL HERE. ]

[dominioned]

You know, I was curious if we would have had another murder on our hands if the tally turned out slightly different. [ Not answering that! But he smiles unabashedly with a tilt of his head. ]

[pr159]

Unless you decided to intervene, you certainly would have.

[dominioned]

I wouldn't have personally wanted to intervene, but whether the Lady would have ordered me to is another matter entirely. She might not have, unless Dist decided to intervene between the two of you.

[ A slight shrug of his shoulders because he doesn't get why Dist is so popular. ]

[pr159]

I'd hope he wouldn't be that stupid, but who knows. That whole thing between them is disgusting to watch.

[dominioned]

Between Dist and the Lady, or Dist and Iago? [ He hates that he needs to clarify here, from the sound of it. ]

[pr159]

Well, I meant Iago.

[ but lord... ]

At least the Lady isn't awful to look at, so I think the disgust factor there would be lower by default.

[dominioned]

She's not your type, is she?

[pr159]

Definitely not where personality is concerned.

[dominioned]

I'm not surprised. [ Nor does he sound offended or anything resembling it. ]

Back to what we were discussing previously...the hatred between you and Iago has been quite the show to watch.

[pr159]

Oh, don't get me started on how annoying he is. Slightly less useless than Cumore, but that's not saying much.

You know Dist actually came and offered me favors to keep me from killing him while he hid in his room? It was hilarious.

[dominioned]

...favor? It wasn't anything like his soul was it? [ Sure, we are jumping here. ]

[pr159]

[ uh ]

What would I do with that?

[ Like, he's kind of onto you guys, but. ]

No, it was his services on any technical projects I wanted done.

[dominioned]

I haven't the faintest idea, but some people seem not to value theirs. [ Just saying. ]

Did you accept his deal?

[pr159]

He thinks so, anyway. Technically, I told him I couldn't commit to that, and then later gave him something to work on. If he didn't pay attention to the fine print, it's not my fault.

[dominioned]

The devil is in the details. [ And he's going to laugh because how could he not here. ]

[pr159]

That's always how it goes.

Speaking of, do you know what's under Iago's mask that he's so keen on hiding, and if so, what do I have to do to get you to tell me?

[dominioned]

Hoh? I do in fact, know. But I'd much rather you tell me the price you're willing to pay.

[pr159]

[ Don't turn this around, if he actually had much to offer he could have led with that! ]

It's a little difficult to come up with a good bargain when you could presumably easily obtain any of the physical items I could offer for yourself. All my money is back in my own world, but going by previous conversations, you wouldn't want that anyway. I could offer to sleep with you, but I don't think either of us wants that. And it kind of sounds like offering a soul or a part thereof would be a mistake.

[ And he's not straight-up selling his soul for anything involving Iago, no matter how great it might be to use against him. ]

So, as usual, I think it would think come down to any questions I could answer or anything you'd like me to look into.

[ Thankfully this is before "who broke the clock" could be a question... ]

Or, now that you're not on your usual side of the confessional, if there's anything you want to talk about, I can listen. Thoughts on a book you've read, complaints about your dry cleaner, whatever.

[dominioned]

[ Judging by how his smile grows as Rideaux goes one by one down the list, that's all a pretty spot on assessment. He seems particularly amused at the sleeping offer, if only just because of how openly it was thrown out there. ]

I already have someone who's more than happy to listen to my grievances. [ The way he says it is rather dismissive, but not as much as it could be considering. ]

There are several things I'm curious about. Theories about the electricity restoration, mainly. While we've discussed it in brief, I would be really rather shocked if you decided to take the Lady at her word.