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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[deadlygoals]

[ It's fine. At least they look good? ]

Kururugi Suzaku.

[dominioned]

[ That they do. ]

Should I take it as you possess an adept battle prowess or that he does not think highly of you? Or both?

[deadlygoals]

As much as I would love for it to be the formal, I'm not much of a fighter. So it's definitely the latter.

[ Wiggling his bandaged arms at that. ]

[dominioned]

Ah, but your friend thinks otherwise. [ A beat before he continues, because that sure looks like a puppet show or something between the partition. ]

How unfortunate! Or so I would say if his opinion mattered to me in the slightest. Pretenses are only useful on those who would appreciate them.

[deadlygoals]

You mean Ango? He's thinking of a different me.

[ The one in the future that is so very foreign to him. He watches the little show on the other side of the screen with hooded eyes for a moment. There's a lift in the corner of his mouth. ]

Right? Though he seems pretty interest in what light does to you~ [ A pause, before he continues... ] Speaking of lights, I like the touch of red in here.

[dominioned]

Yes, there is that detail. [ Maybe something they explore later, because his attention is grabbed by the next few words. ]

...in what light does to me? [ The headtilt can be seen, cast by the red light. ] I am not usually one for decorative touches, but I have grown slightly weary of yellow.

[deadlygoals]

The boy said you don't seem overly fond of bright light. [ Still referring to Suzaku. ]

[dominioned]

[ A long sigh. ]

Not anymore than you would be, I imagine.

[deadlygoals]

I'll let him know he's not up against any vampires then.

[ Not that Suzaku said anything about vampires. Folding his hands in his lap as he looks up. ]

Are you and Lady from different worlds?

[dominioned]

Please do. I may not be one, but garlic is rather disgusting.

[ Maybe he just has vamperous traits. Hmm though, he taps the partition once. ]

I dislike answering things for free. Shall we make it a trade?

[deadlygoals]

[ church aesthetic is pretty vamperous ]

Sure sure. Do you want to go first?

[ It might help him find out just how much they know about him. ]

[dominioned]

Very well then. What else have you heard about me besides that whole "light" business?

[ Maybe. Or maybe Rembrandt has a huge ego. ]

[deadlygoals]

[ Wow, but he can do this. ]

While you're smart, it seems like you're actually hired help here. The muscle.

[dominioned]

"The muscle" is such a droll term but not entirely inaccurate I'm afraid. [ A small sigh. ] But not all too surprising considering we made our relationship clear from the start.

[deadlygoals]

Prefer strong assistant? We could call you Strong Ass for short.

[ He's not really being serious, but he's willing to call him something else if he has any suggestion. Leaning forward as he looks at the the screen separating them. ]

I did hear you used to be a priest.

[dominioned]

...as lovely as it can be to recall certain memories long passed, that reminds me entirely too much of someone I wish I could forget. Just Rembrandt, or assistant is more than fine.

[ This close, Dazai can make better sense of the indistinct shadows from the other side of the partition. Seems Rem is resting his head on his hands. ]

Briefly. And if you are going to say I must have made for a terrible priest, you would be the third and correct. It was only a very brief position regardless.

[deadlygoals]

I wouldn't know what would make a good or terrible priest.

[ His line of work means he's usually staying out of places like this. Curling his hand to rest against the side of his face. ]

Rembrandt it is, then. Did you have an interesting conversation with my friend here?

[dominioned]

About as interesting as the rest I have spoken to. It would be terrible to play favorites, wouldn't it?

[deadlygoals]

I don't think anyone would mind if you did. This group you've picked out is largely a...colorful bunch.

[ Most are their own favorite person, while a few ango already play favorites. ]

[dominioned]

Hoh, but that assumes that I care what any of you think.