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 and after sliding Erik his drink, makes one for himself. ]

Looks can be deceiving, but in this case you're quite right. [ A pause as he leans in to enjoy the aroma of the cocktail. ]

I told you already, didn't I? I didn't much make a good priest.

[bawcock]

[ Now he's trying to figure out how he can get snacks out of this deal. There have to be some somewhere around here!

Don't mind him as he sips his (unbelievably good) drink and blinks in surprise. ]

Somehow, that might be underselling it. You might actually be guilty of every sin in the book—and then some! What made you enter the priesthood in the first place?

[dominioned]

[ Plenty as long as you don't ask him for something he's never heard of before, like fruit yakisoba. Because that did in fact, happen. ]

Nonsense, I've never been called slothful in my life. [ He takes a sip, his expression neutral. That sure is liquor, but it's not any less appetizing than most food. ]

Oh, it was simply the easiest course I had at the time to achieve my goal.

[bawcock]

But you have been called vengeful, lustful, gluttonous, prideful, greedy, and jealous? [ Hilarious as it is Rembrandt objected to that one personally, most of these other ones don't fit either.

A strange acknowledgment considering he's the one who said it but here they are. They are also here sipping drinks so, like, apparently this is happening. ] What were you up to anyhow?

[dominioned]

[ Okay mood, but this matters the most to him personally. ]

Only the third, fourth, and fifth. [ Might as well clarify it anyway. ]

Something similar to what I'm doing right now.

[bawcock]

Those sounds more right than the other ones. Not that I pegged you for the greedy type.

[ But he can kinda see it too. Anyway, anyway. Thinking that over. ] Gathering information?

[dominioned]

In my youth, I was. [ As if to emphasize that point, he takes a hearty sip. Hmn, taste still the same. ]

Yes, that was part of it.

[bawcock]

So even you were a little brat once. Heh, it's kind of fun to picture. [ He smiles for a few seconds before remembering something and glancing away. Now's... not really the time.

A few seconds pass while he's distracted and then he downs the rest of the glass. ]

Sorry, where were we again?

[dominioned]

...not at all like you're imagining. [ He seems amused by it, actually. But- ]

You were saying that you needed help sleeping, thus we are having tea of a sort.

[bawcock]

Come on, I've only had one drink! I at least remember that part. And the Lady's creepy plan for world domination.

[ Which isn't confirmed but whatever. He sets the empty glass aside for now. ] Anyway, what were you like?

[dominioned]

[ He mulls the question over while he finishes his drink. ]

I've never exactly been little, though I was young once. And it's just as I said—I was much less refined and many shades more avaricious than I am now. Unfettered, if you will.