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]

That much is true. But fear not, I would neither have someone else act in my employ, nor would I willingly assist any of you here. Who survives is up to you and well, your fellow survivors.

[pr159]

Fair enough. Be honest though, you have some you like better than others, right? Whether you're helping them or not.

[ come to a confessional to score some drugs and end up distracting yourself with attempts at gossip, truly the rideaux way ]

[dominioned]

...at this early onset? Not quite, at least in terms of like.

[ Which is to say, is there some people he dislikes? Maybe. And this is truly pedantic in word choice but this is how he is. ]

[pr159]

Oh, please, you can't tell me Cumore isn't high up on the list of people you wouldn't mind seeing make an early exit.

[ As far as he's concerned, "liking the most" is no different from "hating the least". It's just slapping different labels on the same scale. ]

[dominioned]

What makes you think that?

[pr159]

You've met him, right?

[dominioned]

[ He laughs. ]

Indeed I have. But I've felt with far worse individuals as it were. I find his kind...predictable and dull.

[pr159]

All the more reason not to miss him then.

[ He smiles. ]

See, this is fun.

[ Aside from the wet and cold part that is still very much a thing, but he can suffer a little for the sake of talking smack. ]

Anyway... If you would please be so kind as to provide me with some of my usual medicine when possible, I would greatly appreciate it.

[dominioned]

If I were to miss any of you, it would be a surprise even to me. [ Just so we're clear.

The ask, exactly as he requested, earns a chuckle. ]

Very well. But it is not something I am willing to deliver to you every week, lest the others think I am playing favorites. [ Which he kind of is but. ] You will have to visit me weekly, and I also expect you to tell me if it was insufficient in any manner. I take great pride in doing things properly.

[pr159]

[ As long as he doesn't have to make that request every week. Even with the layer of playful sarcasm that still felt pretty disgusting tbh. ]

Fortunately I'm not one to hold back on warranted criticism.

[ As is probably evident already from this conversation. ]

I'll be back in a week, then.

[ Stated as absolute fact, because he is not letting anyone kill him now. ]

Let's both look forward to it.

[ Because he will have a whole week's worth of shit to talk by then. ]

[dominioned]

Good, then we have a deal. [ A clap can be heard on the other side of the confessional. ]

Of course.