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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Friday, post trial

[moonfang]

Oi, ya pesky demon. I got a bone ta pick with you.

[dominioned]

...pick away. [ He sounds amused. ]

[moonfang]

Ya gonna keep wasting all that fresh meat, when I'm sittin' here starving?

[dominioned]

Are you really that hungry? There are many other alternatives at your disposal.

[moonfang]

Look, yer the ones who took a powerful but young Hollow-hybrid away from his renewable energy source, not me! I am hungry all the time. It's real distracting!

[dominioned]

[ A sigh, and a muttered word that sounds faintly like "children". ]

Exactly how much food do you need?

[moonfang]

I dunno, I've never had ta do this before! A rabbit or two a day or so? Or if you've got some sorta concentrated soul energy, that'd be even better.

[dominioned]

You seemed to make do with the pigeons just fine.

[ Yeah, that didn't go unnoticed on this end. ]

Am I mistaken in thinking that you and Ulquiorra are different types of beings?

[moonfang]

Yeah, that was good fun and all, but they're not totally stupid -- they'll start ta recognize me.

[he huffs]

We are similar, but I'm a lot more complex than he is.

[dominioned]

I suppose you're lucky there aren't any ravens in this city.

[ At least for now, maybe there's a flock of them in the fog somewhere. ]

...is that so? But you can subsist on human food just fine.

[moonfang]

You really piss me off, you know that? Ugh.

[he grumbles, tapping his fingers against the partition between them]

I can! But if I were to eat until I was full, there'd be nothin' left! Whatever. You don't give a fuck, you want us to be at eachother's throats. Just don't burn up the corpses next time, you wasteful son of a bitch.

[dominioned]

My apologies. [ Yeah, he's not sorry at all. ]

Then you are learning moderation on top of everything else. And I'll do what I like unless ordered otherwise—the last time I left corpses to the elements was an opportunity I shan't like to repeat.

[moonfang]

Moderation sucks!! And it ain't leavin' it to the "elements", it's leavin' it to me! To EAT!

[dominioned]

Of course you wouldn't understand. I have no sympathy for those who devour every morsel and crumb they come across. Perhaps you would find better company in the Lady, she's certainly as avaricious as you are.

[moonfang]

... I don't wanna talk to her, she's an idiot.

[dominioned]

[ After a second he laughs. ]

I'll accept your compliment, but it doesn't change my answer.

[moonfang]

But you're in charge of the bodies, aren't ya?!

[dominioned]

Yes, and I've already given you my answer which is final. [ A beat. ] Unless the Lady orders me otherwise.

[ Not budging, so will Zangetsu actually talk to Rem's fantastic boss in pursuit of noms. ]

[moonfang]

[He grumbles, but he guesses if he really wants it, he'll have to talk to the Lady....]

What a pain...

[he'll have to give some serious thought to if it's worth it...]

[dominioned]

Many things are. [ No sympathy here! ]

Was there anything else?

[moonfang]

... Nah. That's it fer now.