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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[psychophant]

[GODS, WHAT—

oh. hi, rembrandt.]

...What are you doing up there?

[just. pretending he didn't startle like hell. it's fine!!!!]

[dominioned]

Enjoying a change of scenery. [ Actually how is he up there because this branch is pretty thin? Don't ask because #physicsisfake. ]

And yourself? I see you're practicing catching flies~.

[psychophant]

[Thanks, Rembrandt........]

Are we going to have a conversation while you're up there or are you going to come down so I'm not yelling up at you?

[...if that last trial proved anything, it is that Iago can scream for hours without losing his voice so he'd definitely be fine............]

[dominioned]

Others have talked to me like this just fine. [ But noted maybe, because he stands up then fucking somersaults down in perfect form. After he gives a small bow. ]

Better?

[psychophant]

[ooh, cool...]

Much better, yes. I have a few questions for you, if you aren't busy. I imagine we won't have much of a chance to talk soon.

[What with... whatever the Lady's going to be doing at the end of this week.]

[dominioned]

You are correct. [ He nods though, giving his approval. ]

[psychophant]

I'm not sure if you can answer this one - why did the Lady leave her office? I planned on speaking with her again, but it seems as though she's nowhere to be found.

[Well, nowhere we can find her.]

[dominioned]

To finalize her plans. [ Which goes without saying, but. ]

When she goes through moods like this, she doesn't really converse with anyone.

[psychophant]

Including you?

[That's unlikely. She still needs Rembrandt for her plans, after all.]

Why are you still around for us to talk to, then?

[dominioned]

Including me, yes. [ His tone is unreadable there. ]

For want of something to do. I suppose I could relax, but I'm not one to keep idle.

[psychophant]

[Interesting. He's definitely taking note of that.]

I have a question for you, though I'm not certain this is one you'll be able or willing to answer.

How do you want all of this to end?

[dominioned]

As long as I get what's mine, I can't say I have anything particular in mind. Right now, at least. [ That last bit is tacked on, but he grins. ]

[psychophant]

Of course. I imagine you would be rather irritated if you didn't get that much.

I'm sure you won't tell me how the Lady plans to end all of this, so I'll ask you this instead: do you think we stand a chance of surviving?

[Survival is the most important, but only marginally more than tearing the Lady apart.]

[dominioned]

...some of you. [ Generally he tries to be pretty neutral, but there's no point here. Also his CR chart is a mess. ]

[psychophant]

[Some of us. It's not as though he cares about most of the people left here, but...]

Will you tell me which ones you think are likely to die?

[dominioned]

Oh it's nothing like that, though I will say the fools among you hold the least likely chance for survival. But in this case I was referring to whimsy and chance. This place has always been in want for generosity.

[psychophant]

Ah, I see. There certainly is something to be said about that. I imagine a good amount of this hasn't gone the way either of you expected.

[It's good to know that we're not all going to die! Probably. Maybe. If our luck stats are high enough.]

I imagine there's no point in asking, but I will anyway: is there anything you can tell me about what to expect next?

[dominioned]

...it hasn't, yes. [ He's not keen to elaborate and he moves on. ]

Goodness, if I told you that than this wouldn't be fun at all. But I will tell you this, don't forget who you're dealing with.

[psychophant]

Don't worry, I certainly won't.

[Gods. This is going to be a nightmare. It's a bit too late for regrets, though.]

What will you do when all this is over? Assuming it goes the way you and the Lady are expecting, at least.

[dominioned]

This isn't the end of my business with her, thought it is very close.

[psychophant]

Really? Are you looking forward to leaving her behind once you've got what you wanted?

[dominioned]

...at this point, yes. My tenure with her has been an experiment of sorts.

[psychophant]

What about it is an experiment?

[dominioned]

I suppose you could say I decided to revisit a habit of my youth. [ A smile. ]

But it doesn't quite suit me, still.

[psychophant]

It's not something you'll do again, I take it?