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]

[ There's a small "mmn" at Sirius, what passes for agreement in some form. ]

We agree on that much regarding Teru Mikami. A pity it is mutual, for I do not think he will be visiting me any time soon. While boredom is a terrible thing, the other individual from his world seems all too happy to live in it, so I wonder if their principles are not the same when it comes down to it.

[ The future holds the answer to that question. ]

Naturally, but you gave me a detailed answer all the same. Now as to your question?

[psychophant]

[Hmm... That's interesting. Perhaps some other time he'll see if he can figure out what else Rembrandt knows about their worlds.]

Of course. I see no reason not to. You've been nothing but courteous to me, after all.

[Rembrandt certainly is fascinating too.

As for his last question... Hmm. Iago's quiet for a moment, simply considering his options before finally speaking up.]

How many times have you and your boss done this - bringing other people from worlds and demanding that they kill one another?

[dominioned]

[ Manners will go a long way, as will shit talking apparently. ]

This is the first. There was, shall we say... several hiccups before we properly got started, but we expect the best of you. You are survivors, after all.

[psychophant]

[The first, hmm...]

We must be a very special group of people, then.

[never mind that half of us are completely insane and the other half don't deserve this, it's fine!!]

Thank you for answering my questions. I'm certain I'll stop by again in the future - I certainly don't mind sharing more of what I know or my speculations if it means I'll get to ask you more questions.

But for now I'll take my leave. Good evening, Rembrandt.

[And even though Rembrandt might not be able to see it, he stands and offers a rather polite bow (especially considering what he's been giving everyone else) before taking his leave.

There's certainly a lot to think about, after all.]