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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐞𝐫 ([personal profile] dominioned) wrote2019-12-03 07:17 pm

Private Conversations



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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[personal profile] soulspice 2020-01-19 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
I believe these walking batteries... [What a charming name for the group, Lady] ...have been finding some nuggets of information. If there's anything that can compromise the project, you must make it sound like you planted whatever they found.

Either they will suspect we're trying to mislead them and they'll discredit anything they find, or they will believe you're a disgruntled employee and they'll lower their guard around you. Either result will be an advantage.
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[personal profile] soulspice 2020-01-19 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The Lady sighs]

Oh dear, I do so mistrust when things like 'impossible' and 'I doubt' are one's initial response to something.

[She has heard that so many times before. It never turns out to be impossible or doubtful]

Perhaps you're accustomed to perfect success at everything you do, being a demon. But me, being human, have seen a lot of failure. Even the best built plans can fail in some manner.

[So although Rembrandt is a huge, huge boon, she's trying her best not to let that go to her head and make her think it'll aaaaall be always peachy. It's starting to be difficult, but she's still trying that]
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[personal profile] soulspice 2020-01-19 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Lady is silent. How exactly would they manage to throw a spanner into the works...

...she has no idea. She's used to scheming against people who have as many scientific skills as her, people with armies, lots of minions, and a cunning that comes somewhat close to hers. Here, though, it's twenty-something people who should be powerless against her. She knows she should be prepared for any eventuality, but she can't imagine how exactly that bunch of defenseless people can fight back, even though there are like two or three rather intelligent people among her.

The Lady never thought her opponents being so...useless and defenseless would be hard to plan against, yet here we are]


I don't know.

[She has to admit that. The Lady opens the door of the confessionary]

Regardless, paranoia is not bad. If anybody gets into the crypts or into the castle itself, kill them. No questions asked, no warning, just make sure they die. We'll deal with the consequences later.
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[personal profile] soulspice 2020-01-20 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[The Lady makes an exasperated gesture. Devil's advocate, har har har]

Oh, a pun. Your charms are truly devilish, Rembrandt.

[She can't believe this conversation ended with a pun. Golly, Rembrandt, you totally did that on purpose too]
Edited 2020-01-20 05:07 (UTC)