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

[raventhaw]

I won't say that it isn't. But that doesn't mean I'm particularly happy about my daughter and my tribe's safety being jeopardized.

[ and qrow's. and taiyang's. etc. ]

[dominioned]

Understandable, in some ways at least. [ He sighs. ]

To have so many severe reactions is almost surprising. Especially from one such as yourself.

[raventhaw]

I'd hardly call this a severe reaction.

[ no, it kinda is raven ]

But thank you. I got what I wanted out of you. I'll take my leave, now.

[dominioned]

[ There's a light hum. ]

My, was that all? You're certainly easier to please than most.

[raventhaw]

[ she rises to her feet. the sounds of her heels hitting the pavement echo throughout the church. ]

I'm not interested in starting a riot.

[dominioned]

What a pity. [ This she'll hear tickling against her ears, not quite in her mind but definitely not spoken aloud in any normal sense. But bye for now, Raven. ]

[raventhaw]

[ what the shit

okay, that's not weird at all. raven pauses in her tracks and is admittedly shaken. but she refuses to stay still. after a brief moment, rembrandt will hear her walking away. ]