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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FIRST WEEK

[dominioned]

SECOND WEEK

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THIRD WEEK

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FOURTH WEEK

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FIFTH WEEK

[dominioned]

[ If you're looking for Rembrandt in his normal haunt they'll be a note outside the confessional: ]

Gone to see one of my namesakes.

[ And in the Art Museum you'll find him, flitting between exhibits or even examining some of the souvenirs in the giftshop. Don't worry, this is a large museum so there are plenty of places to speak privately. ]

SIXTH WEEK

[dominioned]

[ You'll need to search a bit to find him, but Rembrandt can be found hanging out on a branch deep in thought. ]

[soulspice]

[A person sits, a weary sigh being the response]

Dispense the charade, it's I -- and I'm sure you knew I was coming.

[Looks like she's here to hang out since she has some free time from scheming and planning her continental domination]

That first encounter was a headache and half, dear. Being the dashing and infuriating person nobody can challenge is so tiring sometimes.

[notbymyside]

[This sure is a thing.]

...yes, but firstly: why a confessional?

[dominioned]

[ In that case, he's straight up chuckling, give him a second. Okay, he's good. ]

Of course. Our contract keeps me abreast of your movements at all times. [ She'll feel the symbol on her eye flare bright momentarily. Or most of the time, unless he's distracted by making a 10 tier chocolate cake or something like that. ]

Was it? You seemed to enjoy yourself. For the most, part that is. Besides, it is the role you choose for yourself, my Lady.

[dominioned]

Welcome, Ango. Or do you prefer Sakaguchi-san? [ It sure is. ]

Would you believe me if I told you I was a man of the cloth for a short time?

monday evening

[psychophant]

[This whole thing is awful and Iago would really prefer to avoid being out in the rain, but you know what, Rembrandt was entertaining, so he'll drop on by.

He ends up in the confessional after poking around for a bit. But now that he's here and Rembrandt has spoken up—]

You did say we would speak later about your lovely boss, so please tell me more about her.

[Gossip would be best, but hey, he'll take any information at this point!!]

[dominioned]

[ And not a poncho or umbrella to be seen, it is indeed awful. ]

That I did. Very well then: is it dealer's choice?

[psychophant]

[if he was less dignified, he'd wring his hair out in here!! but thankfully, iago is not that much of a heathen (probably).]

Anything you'd like to tell me, though I'm sure I'll have questions as we go.

[notbymyside]

Either is fine. And I find that believable, given your personality. You're not suited for the life of a priest.

[pr159]

[ It's still fairly early in the day on Monday when Rideaux makes his way to... whatever this booth in the church is supposed to be. He's still in the wet priest robes he threw on over his suit to protect it from the rain, though he's only vaguely aware of any irony in wearing them here.

He takes a seat, and crosses his arms... partly because he's always at least mildly impatient and on edge, but mostly because he's fucking cold in these wet clothes now. ]

Do you really sit in there all day?

[dominioned]

[ He chuckles. ]

Not particularly, but it wasn't that terrible of an experience. You believe me suited for my current profession, then?

[soulspice]

[What an odd sensation that was in her eye. She's never going to get used to that]

I knooow! How often do you think I get the chance to laugh on people's faces like I did? These harmonics would be a shame to let go to waste.

[She swoons on her seat, the back of her hand on her forehead]

But at the same time I wish I could just kill them and do this some other way. These guys are the longest someone I have kept in my clutches have survived, and I'm not sure I like that.

[She likes her captured people dead or turning loyal to her, really. These twenty-seven people are neither of those right now]

[dominioned]

[ Thank God even if this is likely to be an unholy conversation. ]

Let's see... She has a terrible bedhead when she rises in the morning—completely unruly, like an overwrought jungle.

[psychophant]

Well now I must ask... Are you spending the nights with her, or are you simply there to help her fix her hair in the morning?

[dominioned]

[ Poor Rideaux. Welcome to Rembrandt's humble.. well it's not an abode but it's cozy in here. If only it was a comfy temperature too, but you can't have everything. ]

Of course not, that would be terribly boring.

[dominioned]

The first question was a courtesy, but I don't very much like to give anything away for free. I don't mind answering however, if you would tell me something in return?

[psychophant]

[It gets a laugh out of him.]

Nothing for free, of course. Go right ahead, what do you want to know?

[pr159]

What, are you just watching on a monitor somewhere and running over when you see someone coming, then?

[dominioned]

Something like that. I run very fast, you know.

[dominioned]

Of course. [ There's something bold in how he says that. ]

Your repertoire includes dark magic, but what does that entail exactly?