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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dominioned) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm
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[ He doesn't like this, not one bit, and he tucks his crossed arms just the slightest bit closer to his body. ]
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[ Call it pride or whatever you like, but this is the second time someone's challenged him in this manner and he just can't leave it like that. Erik is also wise not to like this, as the lightbulb in the confessional flickers. It's just for a second, but that second is pitch black. ]
Hoh... greed, what a classic. Forgiveness for what pain you caused your sister, how touching.
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Did something really just happen...? Despite the taunt, he's not entirely clear if something did change. ]
Don't you talk about my sister that way! [ Or at all. He sits back down and grips his knee tight. ] She was just a kid, it wasn't her fault—
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This sort of thing is possible, sure, but he can't get so distracted that he blindly believes Rembrandt can do it. ]
That trick with the lights... How do I know it really did something? That whatever happened showed you something? For all I know, you've got a little book back there with information on everyone and you opened it up to read about my sister.
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You asked. [ But huh, that is a decent point. A second later he pulls back the partition. There, face to face. ]
No book, see? [ Palms open, he gestures to the rest of the confessional. There's nothing on his side it looks like, and he's wearing the same outfit he had on at the introduction. No priest getup, unfortunately. ]
If I had one I could have looked before, you know. Or are you accusing me of being that lazy to not do so until now?
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None that I can see, at least. [ Despite the implication, he mostly trusts there isn't one. The next comment is another matter entirely. ]
I don't know if I'd go as far as saying I "accuse" you of it. It's more like... [ Hm. Putting his hand to his chin. ] You're so desperate to prove your worth, you might concoct some bogus scenario where you "divine" my history just to get some applause.
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There are much less convoluted ways to do that, if so. But I wasn't seeking your applause, nor was I desperate. I hardly think setting the record straight is a bad thing.
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Not that he thinks that's going to happen so he shrugs and thinks that last bit over. ] You're right about there being less convoluted ways, if nothing else. The applause part isn't as convincing but there's nothing either of us can do about that.
Let's just agree I'll keep thinking you're desperate to prove your use and you can continue with your denial. Deal?
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I don't make it my business to enter into deals in which aren't beneficial to me. But I suppose this changes nothing, in this instance.
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Anyway, hm. ]
More or less. It's more of an agreement to keep doing what we were doing before than a strict deal, but we can shake hands on it if you want.