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]

Besides Polish? [ Graciously he accepts the rose and then lights it on fire. And it had no thorns because he has better manners than that! Or something. ]

[bawcock]

If you can even count that one. [ A tragic but fitting end to the tale of the rose (neither of them wanted). ]

[dominioned]

You wound me so, rejecting yet another gift I've given you. [ Essential endgame info, that he's the one who gave you the ability to understand Polish. ]

[bawcock]

Uh, why would you want us to understand Polish? And how the heck did you manage that? [ This doesn't feel like essential endgame info, 0/10! ]

[dominioned]

My secret. [ Finger pressed against his lips. ] I could have given you the ability to speak German, but that seemed pointless given the locale. And if you couldn't converse with it each other that would just be awful, hm?

[bawcock]

That depends on who does the talking. [ A grin!! ]

[dominioned]

If you speak of the Lady, she would have found another way to make you listen to her. She really hates being ignored. [ Letting his hand drop to the side, lightly leaning back on the branch. ]

[bawcock]

Now I almost wish you had. I think we all would've taken her a lot less seriously if she had to play charades—or do an interpretative dance—every week.

[dominioned]

I doubt she would have let me get away with that for too long. [ But he sounds appreciative of the idea. ]

[bawcock]

Only because dancing "you need to kill each other" isn't as effective as yelling it from a clock tower.

[dominioned]

This is true, but she also has two left feet.

[bawcock]

Oh? [ Now it's his turn to rock the branch!! He plops his chin on his palm and then his elbow on his knee. ] That's an interesting thing to know about a person.

Is this the part where you admit you've danced with her before?