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]

[ He is! ]

Hoh, a weekend visit how rare.

[reanbeans]

...I hadn't a chance to have visited you during the week.

[ It's true, he hadn't, and he'd planned on doing so. ]

So in a way I'm making up for the lost time.

...I also never really took you for the type of person to really hang around an art museum though. Even considering the mess that was the end to this week's trial.

[dominioned]

Time seems to be an commodity of growing value, these days—nights. [ Right now he's hanging about sitting on one of the raised platforms for a large abstract sculpture. ]

Where did you expect to find me instead? Places outside of Krakow included.

[reanbeans]

Uh, yeah...

[ Totally not because he was there with clock-destroying crew. Nope.

Rean looked up at the man on the platform. ]

You seemed like the type of person to hang out at a garden or some kind of upscale establishment. Honestly...for some reason the idea of you hanging around a church didn't seem quite right either, but that's more instinct than anything else.

[dominioned]

[ Chuckle. ]

You're not the first to tell me such a thing. I have spent my fair share of time in the greenhouse though, as you know.

[reanbeans]

So people really honed in on that? Well, I guess it's rather obvious.

[ He supposed that was saying a lot... ]

But, have you always had a liking for plants, or was that just some recent thing you happened to pick up when you came here?

[dominioned]

I wouldn't say I like them, but I do have a natural gift with them, so to say. Therefore when it is needed, I don't mind playing gardener.

[reanbeans]

...Alright.

[ There was a pause as he thought back to the other being in here, and the paintings... ]

Considering how talented you seem to be, you're not some kind of amazing painter, are you?

[dominioned]

Oh, no. I fancy myself more a musician if I was to pick an art.

[reanbeans]

Wait, really?

[ Okay let's back up here. ]

So, why are you hanging around in here if this isn't your type of thing? Is it duty or ... ?

[dominioned]

[ Headtilt. ]

Was my note not clear? I may not be an artist, but I share my current name with a famous one.

[reanbeans]

Sorry, but...I've never heard of an artist with your name before. This famous person must not exist anywhere on Zemuria.

[ It didn't sound Eastern, and Rean was actually very well versed in his history, considering he taught it at Thors Branch—even if it was mostly Erebonian history. ]

[dominioned]

...likely not. Regardless, Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn was a Dutch painter, one of the most prolific of his time. Largely his work consisted spanned various media, but his portraits and landscapes are among the most famous. [ Obviously this will info will be essential for endgame. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Totes essential. ]

...Was he the one who painted the images of a place with those creatures and that bird, then? It looked expertly done.

[dominioned]

[ He tilts his head. ]

What painting is this?

[reanbeans]

...It's probably better if I show you.

[ He'll leave and then return with the paintings. ]

These ones. It might be a stretch, but do you know anything about them?

[ He didn't expect to be asking the other about these because it uh. Slipped his mind to but we're making up for that in a way. ]

[dominioned]

[ By the time Rean's returned, Rem is on the ground like a normal person. ]

Hoh... I've never seen this triptych before, but I can't say I'm blind to their subject matter.

[reanbeans]

[ Welcome to the level of us regular (?) humans, Rem.

Somehow, he felt like he anticipated this kind of answer, just based on their luck thus far. ]

Well...thank you for answering that, at least.

I can't say I knew what to expect, honestly.

[dominioned]

Oh? What do you mean? [ His gaze is on the portrait rather than Rean. ]

[reanbeans]

Well...I had figured there was a low chance of you knowing what this meant or that you hadn't seen it, considering the way things had panned out.

Though it's kind of strange, since you've obviously been in here before.

[ Was Rem just not paying attention? Or did he just not care? ]

[dominioned]

I did conduct initial rounds of all the buildings here, yes. But I can't say that a contemporary art museum is where I expected to find something of this nature, of all places. [ He lets out a small sigh, because apparently he did miss it. ]

[reanbeans]

...Well, not everyone's perfect, I guess.

[ Rean didn't know whether that was a relief or not. Probably still not, considering their situation. ]

And what do you mean by 'this nature'? I can't say I'm the type of person who studies art very well. That goes to another friend of mine.

[dominioned]

Hmn. [ Yeah not happy about it! ]

This museum houses contemporary art, and this is a classical piece given the subject manner and all.