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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SECOND WEEK

[dominioned]

[inordertobelieve]

[ Mikami hates coming here. He's avoided the church since getting to know it would be Rembrandt's lair, just as he avoided the bookshop and (sadly) its coffee, to not have to be displeased by the Lady's presence.

He hates it no less now that he's inside. The Christian aesthetic is oppressive to him now. He's not sure if that is because he's always had a distaste for the pompous or if his complicated relationship to the word 'God' at present time has something to do with it. That's thoughts he will shelf, forever.

It also reminds him of Demegawa's idiotic Kira temple, and that is a dislike he can let himself dwell on. Safe and simple.

He sits down in the confession booth stiffly. ]

You really could not have picked a place in worse taste than this.

[dominioned]

[ He laughs. ]

My sense of humor isn't for everyone.

[inordertobelieve]

For good reason.

[ It seems like an apt litmus test for being a good person to not laugh at the same things Rembrandt does, but then again, Mikami is biased. ]

Those beings at the trial. What were they?

monday evening

[psychophant]

[Well, the second week's already off to a great start, isn't it. Iago enters late and makes himself at home in the confessional, speaking up after he's settled.]

Good evening, Rembrandt. I do hope I'm not bothering you too much this evening.

[...he's already made himself at home, he's not leaving!!]

[dominioned]

[ Fantastic, really. The response from the other end of the partition isn't instantaneous like last time. ]

Good evening, Iago. After everything that has transpired today, I would be impressed if you did manage to bother me.

[psychophant]

That was rather surprising; I can only imagine it was even more of a pain on your end.

[You totally had to deal with the bodies and bloodstains and gods know what else was going on there.]

I have some more questions for you today, but I can keep this brief, if you'd prefer.

[There is the matter of whatever incentive the Lady chooses to offer this time, so who knows if he'll have more questions.]

tuesday evening;

[reanbeans]

Yes, there is.

[ Let's cut to the chase shall we, even if he didn't expect much. ]

What're those blue lights supposed to be?

[dominioned]

Straightforward as ever, Rean Schwarzer. A question of mine own first: do you really take me as the type of man to answer something like that for free?

[reanbeans]

I was hoping you'd slip up and answer anyway.

[ We're doing real well right about now. ]

tuesday morning

[pr159]

[ Sliding back into the confessional booth the following week... Look, he's dry this time. ]

I'm back.

[ Technically a day late, but absence makes the heart grow fonder? ]

[dominioned]

[ Small blessings, truly. ]

That you are, and but a day tardy. Were you rationing what supply you had? [ Possibly, he totally kept count too. ]

[soulspice]

[Yo, Rembrandt. Here comes your favorite boss -- because she's the only one you have right now, really]

Rembrandt. Here I am once again. Not that I need to tell you that.

[She takes off the half-mask, like she's already expecting the weird tingle in her eye. It's a real unpleasant sensation -- sometimes she regrets getting that seal on her eye]

Everything is going rather smoothly, which is why I have free time nowadays. Since I have nothing better to do, I have decided to talk to you. Tell me, after our work relationship is over and you eat my soul, what do you plan to do? Do you have any big plans for your future?

[She's talking rather flippantly about having her soul eaten. Since she believes she can give Rembrandt his due payment and continue her continental reign of terror even after that, she's treating the loss of her soul as a minor inconvenience. As if things were really that simple -- her hubris makes her think she's clever enough for that]

[dominioned]

A pleasure as always. [ The sensation isn't as strong as last time, but she will feel a spark. Shortly there after he pulls back the partition then rests his head in his hand. ]

...are you purposefully ignoring the catastrophe that was earlier? [ He just kind of deadeyes her for a second, his reds under this light and in truth shining bright. But onto the question. ]

I believe this is the first time I've been asked that instead of: "what will it feel like?" [ ...he's a little guarded here for reasons totally not having to do with a tiny lil earl. ]

Wednesday

[notbymyside]

[Back to the confessional he goes!]

'Forgive me father, for I have sinned.' ...that's how it goes, right?

[He's not Christian he sure doesn't know.]

[dominioned]

Correct. And how many days has it been since your last confession? [ Guess we're following the script, kinda. ]

Wednesday: Evening 1/2

[deadlygoals]

[ So here's Dazai walking in. This time he's dressed up in a lab coat and has new bandages on his left hand. Plopping down inside of the Confession Booth.

His expression is pretty serious as he folds his hands into his lap. ]

2/2

[deadlygoals]

Sorry daddy, I've been bad.

[dominioned]

[ A somewhat stifled laugh. ]

Do go on, my child.

Wednesday

[bawcock]

[ Here comes one of Remmy's migraine-inducers, sittin' in his confessional like the well-behaved criminal that he is! Okay, so he is actually sitting crossed-legged here and not doing much of anything else.

How to start, how to start... ]

I've been wondering... This confessional thing you've got going on, does it really work?

[dominioned]

[ Proper sitting posture is important. ]

...come again?

[inordertobelieve]

[ So that Wednesday meeting was... sure something. Now it is Thursday morning and Mikami is still dwelling on what was said about the trial hints. And in the end, irony oh bitter irony, this drives him into the confession booth. ]

Turning into those scaly things? Exploding? Just what are you going on about?

[ No 'hello' today either. ]

[dominioned]

...why good morning, Teru Mikami. [ It's a very warm greeting. ]

You'll have to forgive me for my wording on the latter, I'm afraid there's no other sensible way to describe it.

[twoasone]

"More than one, actually..."

Shin calmy focuses on the partition in front of him. He's been in a church many times, but not in a confessional.

"But let's start from the beginning, shall we? Is there any particular reason you set up your office in a church?"

[dominioned]

Comedy and nostalgia. [ He says so cheerfully. ]