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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THIRD WEEK

[dominioned]

monday afternoon

[psychophant]

[It's probably not surprising that Iago's back in here on Monday, but he's at least changed the time of day and is stopping in during the afternoon, after a certain investigation.]

How are you doing, Rembrandt?

[Better than last week, hopefully.]

[dominioned]

So far I have yet to have to clean up the remnants of poorly thought out science experiments, so considerably better than much of last week.

[ Such a mood. ]

[psychophant]

You suffer so much.

[Is that a joke or the truth...????]

I have a few questions for you, as usual. I'll start with one I'm fairly sure I already know the answer to, but I would like confirmation on it: is it possible for either of you to alter what power we were given?

I'm not asking because I wish to change mine, [although that would be nice!!!!] I'm asking simply to eliminate it as a possibility during those... trials.

[Now that so many powers are known, he wants to make sure no one's going to trip him up at the last second by swapping powers somehow. It seems exceptionally unlikely, but hey, might as well rule it out entirely.]

[dominioned]

[ He chuckles lightly either way. ]

...doubtful, but not impossible. The risk of failure would be fairly high and even it if succeeded, it's likely the individual would be changed in, ah, other ways. [ Not a bad question to ask! ]

For my question: you have had a chance to peruse the science museum have you not? Tell me your opinion of it.

mmmmonday evening

[reanbeans]

[ Well, around Monday's evening, Rean will be making a stop in here. So here's one Rean slipping right into the confessional.

...Also he has something. ]

I brought what you wanted, Rembrandt.

[ Part of this actually felt a little silly, but hey he's done weirder things. ]

[dominioned]

Hoh? Let me see. [ Sliding the partition open, hi. ]

[reanbeans]

...Here.

[ He'll show the other the results of hours of work because Aidios knows he fucked up a couple of times and had to redo considering the subject.

It's someone unmistakably with long, wild hair and standing in a confident pose. Very womanly shaped and mature.

It could be no other than one Raven Branwen

Either way, he'll prepare to hand it over and patiently wait for the other's appraisal. ]

[dominioned]

[ He takes the sugar sculpture with care, eyes flickering over every detail. ]

Why Raven?

[deadlygoals]

[ Okay, he is here to probably just be a gremlin or make sure the guest star is still showing up tomorrow. Plopping down into the confession booth and crossing his arms on the slight ledge under the screen. ]

I'm sure you saw the notes around already~ I wanted to hand you one anyways.

[ One of the post-it notes with the message about the meeting tomorrow. ]

[dominioned]

My, how courteous of you.

I wonder how they'll receive me, and you.

[deadlygoals]

I'm pretty sure not much will change with how they receive me.

[ It's already a mixed bag with a lot of people looking at him with distrust. ]

They might turn it into a game of twenty questions with you.

[dominioned]

If the situation calls for it, I don't mind playing games.

Tuesday

[bawcock]

[ After the dinosaur exhibit, Erik meanders on over to Rembrandt's confessional. He sits down but.

'Cause of the last time, once he does he just pulls back the confessional curtain. This is how they're doing things now, apparently. ]

Rembrandt. It's hard for me to believe, but I don't know what else to think. Especially with recent events being what they are. [ Crossing his arms. ] Is it true you don't have a soul?

[dominioned]

[ Wow? Rembrandt blinks a few times and shrugs with a sigh. ]

Recent events? [ Or so he asks before the question, one more blink and then a thin smile. ]

...you really are incredibly straight forward, aren't you?

[bawcock]

[ You started it, dude. Shouldn't have let him see the Rem Cave!!

But now it's his turn to blink. Hm... How to take that... technically, yeah, not really wrong. And in this case, he's been straightforward to the point of being rude, so. He frowns for a moment but eventually relaxes. ]

I have my moments, like anyone else. [ Moments where he's straightforward. Moments where he's not. ] Mostly, I just thought you weren't the type of guy who'd appreciate a gentle approach.

[dominioned]

I don't mind them, but they really don't lead to anywhere at all.

[ Hmm though. He folds his hands and rests his chin on them, letting the silence carry. It's not the most comfortable position, but it would be worse if he didn't have gloves on for some modicum of support. ]

I would not call myself completely soulless, but I don't have a soul like you do either. The details are something I'm not going to explain, no matter how direct or politely, or impolitely you ask. [ Here he smiles like a Cheshire Cat. ]

All of which means, those creatures aren't interested in me.

tuesday morning again, just making that the day now

[pr159]

[ slides in ]

You know, I wish I'd gotten around to reporting this job completion before we got access to the bar. Not that I'm complaining about that, of course.

[dominioned]

I heard all about it.

[ He laughs. ]

Would you like something else instead?

[pr159]

Are there alternatives?

[ He's probably still just going to go for some Noir Rare brandy, honestly, but he'd definitely like to know all his options. ]

[dominioned]

Ask and I shall tell you.

Normally I would insist that a deal is a deal, however in this circumstance I don't mind being generous considering the pay off.

[ It was good entertainment. ]

wednesday evening

[psychophant]

[Well, this week sucks and it's only Wednesday. Iago didn't have plans on showing up here so soon after their last meeting, but here he is anyway, letting himself in with a tired sigh.]

I wasn't exactly expecting to see you twice today, but here we are, I suppose.

[He's so tired, Rembrandt............]

[dominioned]

Here we are. I take it the meeting was much more productive in my absence?

[ Today is confusing. ]

[psychophant]

Yes, it was. It's nothing against you personally, of course.

[You know how it is. You're buddies with the Lady, we don't trust the Lady, etc.]

I really don't know what Dazai was thinking... But anyway, I'm not here to discuss that. Unless you have further questions, about it, of course.

For today... I want to ask you about that incentive. Earlier I asked you if it would be possible to regain our former abilities, and you said it might be in our own worlds if we're "resilient enough". Is that true?

[He doesn't think the Lady's lying, necessarily. It's entirely possible she believes they won't be able to access their powers again. But Rembrandt's words from earlier have been making him wonder if maybe it isn't as set in stone as she thinks it is.

Of course, it's possible it's the other way around - that Rembrandt didn't know or wasn't completely honest and the Lady's in the right, but he really wants to believe that's not the case.]

[dominioned]

Perhaps later.

[ He hums. ]

Yes. Consider her help...accelerating the process.