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.

Comments

[dominioned]

There's not a rock wall here, but I imagine you could fashion one with enough ingenuity. [ But this isn't about that, so he moves on. ]

I imagine you have many, but go on.

[bawcock]

Okay, so I have more than I'd like to admit. [ He gestures with his claw hand. This? This is a problem. And it's one that kept him up for the first week he had it, which is a story for another time and place. ]

This one is—different. It's no secret I'm a former-cum-current thief, right? Well, it turns out the gang now wants me to steal something. From here. [ From Rembrandt. ]

[dominioned]

[ Bliiiiiiiiink. ]

...and you decided to tell me first, rather than act.

[bawcock]

[ Putting his hand through his hair!! ]

I mean, this is your new haunt. And, sure, I know how much you like surprises, but even thieves have a code.

[dominioned]

You think I like surprises? [ Blink blink!!!! ]

Many beings do. Well, what is it they want from here? Surely they're not thinking of melting down an art piece for scrap metal, are they?

[bawcock]

[ Now he blinks!! ] Wait, don't you?

[ He'll circle back to the what in a second but this is clearly Important!! ]

[dominioned]

I don't mind them, but there aren't many things I can say I like.

[ He is fine with most things?? But liking is a high bar! ]

[bawcock]

Which is why when you find something you do, you get greedy?

[ Compensating does make sense. Weird though, very weird. ]

[dominioned]

....I suppose that is part of it, yes.

[bawcock]

Heh. That at least makes sense! [ But he'll drop it there. He's feeling a little better about asking now, so— ]

Anyway, back to the point of my little visit. They want me to swipe a computer from the museum. How do you feel about letting me have it?

[dominioned]

Why do they want it? [ Headtilt. ]

[bawcock]

All I know is they want to read something on it. I don't know what it is or what it's supposed to say.

[dominioned]

I prefer to write things down by hand if at all, and this is not strictly property of the Lady. You may take it, but I am curious what you will find, if anything.

[ It's no skin off his back so sure why not. ]

[bawcock]

[ Wow, that was... easy. Way easier than he expected. ]

I can't promise you'll find it interesting, but I don't mind telling you. Seems fair anyway when you could go and look at it yourself whenever you want.

[dominioned]

[ It's because Erik could get away murder! But no really, he has no stake in the item and it helps that it's him doing the asking and not Zangetsu or something. ]

Indeed. Shall I make myself busy at a certain time to maintain your thieving prestige? [ This sounds like a joke. ]

[bawcock]

[ That means less than nothing here. Rembrandt would let almost anyone get away with murder! But, yeah, no, he's only like 50% sure that's a joke. ]

Nah, I don't think we have to go that far. Just keep prowling the halls like usual—uh, unless you think you need an alibi for the Lady.

[dominioned]

She hasn't paid any mind to the computer, and it's not as if I was specifically ordered to watch over this place. [ So he can just totally watch Erik and Zan walk off with it, it's cool. ]

[bawcock]

That makes me curious what the heck they want it for. If she hasn't touched the thing, what could even be on it? [ An interesting mystery!! But one that's going to have to wait until later. ]

Oh well. We'll know soon enough, won't we? Now, any idea which room it's in?

[dominioned]

[ A small shrug. ]

Humans seem fascinated with technology in this day and age. [ He sounds like a grandpa when he says this. But regardless he gives him extremely accurate details (from the entrance foyer walk 9 paces to the west, past the red sculpture and so on). ]

[bawcock]

[ Directions get! He spends a few seconds repeating the instructions in his head before nodding and continuing the conversation. ]

That's one of the quirks of humanity. With every passing decade, they start chasing some new trend. I can't say I find this one as appealing as sailing or horse racing, but I'm sure it has its charm.

[dominioned]

Always chasing after their whims. I haven't had much the chance to explore computer technology, but it seems a waste to do so here without the...internet? [ He tilts his head, having had to search for the right word. ]