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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Tuesday

[bawcock]

[ Now here's a surprise. He was planning on inviting Rembrandt out on the town (or at least out of the confessional) only to find he's been beaten to the punch.

After some searching he does eventually find Rembrandt at the museum and gives him a quick wave. ]

So, you finally decided to take a vacation from that old, stuffy confessional! I was wondering when you'd get tired of sitting around and waiting for one of us to show up.

[dominioned]

[ Why Hello Erik. No return wave, but he does give a nod in greeting. ]

I didn't actually sit around waiting for you, you know. [ A general you here of course, but he probably could have worded that better if he wanted. ]

[bawcock]

[ ... huh. That makes him glance away, half wondering if Remmy's new attitude is 'cause of what he said at trial. Which, fair.

He briefly tries to work out what's with Rem, but... He's not gonna get this one, is he? He sighs, runs his hand exasperatedly through his hair, and walks to the wall closest to Rembrandt without a skip in his step. Then, he leans against it and folds his arms. ]

I didn't seriously think you'd wait on anyone here. Well, maybe the Lady. [ He doesn't sound 100% sure though. ]

[dominioned]

Only a maybe? [ He tilts his head toward Erik before refocusing on the abstract sculpture in front of him, which is a series of rusted pails and hooks meant to resemble a flock of geese. ]

[bawcock]

[ Rembrandt has weird taste if this is what he's into. But Erik focuses on the sculpture anyway 'cause the alternative is to keep looking at nothing. ]

If it were all about obligation, I'd be more sure. But I figure you don't like her enough to hang around doing nothing until she calls.

[dominioned]

[ It's just something to look at for now! Or actually...he walks up to the sculpture, running a gloved hand along it's features. ]

Yes and no. [ ... ] I thought this time around, I would try something different.

[bawcock]

[ He's starting to feel a lot of concern right now. What the heck is going on here? He pushes off the wall and steps closer. ]

Uh, Rembrandt? Are you... feeling okay?

[dominioned]

Is that concern I hear? [ Totally not an answer, but outwardly he looks completely fine. ]

[bawcock]

[ He is so very far from fooled. Rembrandt's never been like this before?? He's always straightforward, not whatever this is.

He runs his hand through his hair again. This can't be his fault, right? Rembrandt can't be holding a grudge because of the trial. ]

Who wouldn't be worried? This isn't like you, man. You're usually all smiles, seeing you like this... I don't know. It doesn't feel right.

[dominioned]

[ Well there's that look of surprise again just like in the Castle. He seems just as ill equipped to deal with Erik being Erik as he was then. Eventually he sighs heavy, and does smile. It's not quite forced but— ]

Worry and concern are not emotions I understand, nor do I wish to. But I do seem to have picked up some terrible habits from humans, I suppose. Very well then. [ He brings his hand together, the clap reverberating in the museum. ]

Let's start again from the beginning, shall we?

[bawcock]

[ That's easier said than done! At the same time, if Rembrandt doesn't want to talk about it, he gets that. Sometimes, it's too hard to share something. ]

... I can't say I'm a fan of this, but what choice do I have? Just... let me know if you change your mind. [ He's here?? That's all it means.

He frowns before going back to the wall. ]

Should I start by saying hi?

[dominioned]

[ He laughs lightly, so this may be a start. Or this may be something who knows what's even happening anymore. ]

A curious choice of words. That is what I was thinking of, as it were. "Changing my mind."

[bawcock]

[ He does not, in fact, start by saying hi. Apparently they're not restarting anything? He's kind of surprised to hear that he accidentally hit the nail on the head.

That's not what he meant at all but, uh, sure? Why not. ]

What brought this on?

[dominioned]

[ That happens a lot between them, apparently. ]

Several things. [ A shrug of his shoulders as he approaches the never to be named art piece. Pressing a gloved finger on the bird's "head", the metal depresses as easily as dough. ]

Have you ever known you don't like something, but decided to give it a second chance?

[bawcock]

[ This sounds like a relatively normal question for something that must have a lot of weight behind it. It's over his paygrade here but, uh, if Rembrandt's this torn up over something, he'll do his best to listen and give advice.

Thankfully, that last bit's not all that different from what he did with the Luminary. ]

Well, yeah. [ You'd be hard-pressed to find someone who hasn't, not that he'll say that given the circumstances. ] It does depend on what it is. There are some things I wouldn't want to experience twice no matter what it cost me. Sometimes, though...

Sometimes it's hard not to give someone or something a second chance.

[dominioned]

I don't really want to go into the specifics, but it's not something as dire as say—deciding to wrestle a bear for a second time, or anything as sincere as forgiving someone. I can't say I can empathize with either of those scenarios, particularly the latter.

In a general sense, I would account it to...taste, really. [ The time has come for yolos, there's no going back. ]

[bawcock]

[ He'd find wrestling bears way weirder if Jade and Rab didn't fistfight giant monsters all the time, ngl. The empathy comment is strange, but not everyone is forgiving, so.

He can move past it. ]

That does make things tricky. As much as I want to help you out, the best I can do is listen. [ And Rembrandt doesn't want to explain too much, making listening hard. Maybe they can try something else? He gazes at the sculpture and brushes his fingers above the dent.

Hmm... ] Which way are your tastes leaning?

[dominioned]

[ Strumming his fingers over his lips. ]

In the direction they used to, despite the...disappointment that was last time. [ It's vague af, but it seems at least here, he's pretty serious. ]

[bawcock]

[ Sure does! And he's taking this seriously. There's no point in assuming too much either given this conversation could be about anything.

What to say here? Mostly, it sounds like Rembrandt's trying to avoid regretting something and spare himself some hurt. Erik gives the metal a firm press before pulling his hand back. ] That's a start.

If it were me and I was that torn up about it, I think I'd start by asking myself if the last time was worth it. And then, I'd try to figure out why things might be different this time—or how I could make it turn out differently.

[dominioned]

[ With all that's left unsaid, it takes him a while for him to respond. In the end, he does smile between his fingers. ]

Ah, you forgot an option. I could just make to cut my losses.

[bawcock]

[ Erik waits through the silence with little to do but stare at the sculpture and occasionally glance at Rembrandt. The way he sees it, the guy is working through something and the quiet will do him some good.

But that answer surprises him. Awkwardly, he rubs his neck. ]

Scampering off instead of making a decision, huh? I won't say I've never done it, so maybe I'm not the right guy to talk you out of it. [ As light-hearted as he's trying to seem, there's a hint of sadness to his tone. ]

All I can say is... once you decide what you want, don't look back.

[dominioned]

{ Have you missed his inappropriately timed laughter? Cause here it is again. It's short and not as mirth filled as last time, but the amusement is plain and true. ]

Dear me, no that's not what I meant at all. I have always taken what is owed to me, always. No, what I was wondering was simply this: it is one thing to fulfill a duty, and another to succeed at it.

[ And he might have been done speaking in any other circumstance, but he quiets a bit and adds. ]

Oh, I know.

[bawcock]

[ This sure is a thing that's happening. He didn't quite miss the laughter, but it might mean Rembrandt is feeling better. That's good, right? Maybe. And as uneasy as it is, he does smile. Unfortunately, this... really does seem like it's about the Lady. That makes advising him that much harder given his obvious biases here.

His smile fades and thinks for a few minutes. Eventually, he nods at that quiet "I know" and takes a few steps away from Rembrandt, crosses his arms, and looks around the room. ]

In other words, what matters here isn't the ending. It's what you do along the way.

[dominioned]

It isn't the ending, but that doesn't mean it can't be. [ So yes, they're in agreement. He had gone back to gazing at some of the pieces on the wall, but had turned to look at Erik as soon as he spoke. ]

[bawcock]

[ Not the ending? He... doesn't completely get that, though he does understand some of the rest of this. He thinks for a bit longer before turning on his heel to look at Rembrandt. ]

I guess whether it is or isn't doesn't matter too much for you. The bottom line is, you get the same thing either way. [ That might be why he's having a hard time. ]