trustfell | Accountability.

There are all sorts of secrets to this place, really, ways to get from place to place reasonably unnoticed. Some of those ways involve the ability to shift one's appearance, some of them involve shadows and vessels and darkness; for those without those sorts of gifts, though, one has to rely on more conventional means. Panels and doorways, joins and seams that don't join up quite right; portions of the wall that will open up if you manipulate them properly.

The Conductor himself tends to rely on the latter; he is, after all, entirely human.

He's thin, as though he doesn't eat terribly much, but his clothes are immaculate and sharply-tailored, a suit and long coat all in white and shades of pale grey; his hair is long, trailing at least halfway down his back in a thin, tightly-tied ponytail, and his eyes are cold when he moves to stand at the thirtieth podium – it's not his, it never has been, but it's going to do for now.

He doesn't seem anxious at all about being here; there's nothing nervous in his demeanor, and he's keeping his head up, perfectly willing to look everyone in the face. There's a definite arrogance about him, as is probably to be expected, though he'll certainly acknowledge everyone once he's there – when he bows it's enough to be respectful, but not nearly enough to expose the back of his neck.

When he speaks, his voice is recognizable but it's quiet, far moreso than one would assume him to be based on the volume of the intercom alone; his tone is even, almost unsettlingly calm given the circumstances, though there's a hardness to it that never quite goes away.

"It's a pleasure to speak to all of you in person; I'd say that it's almost a shame that the circumstances have to be what they are, but I'm not going to insult your intelligence like that."

He straightens up then; the smile he's offering is understated, but it's not particularly nice.

"I understand that we have a fair amount to discuss; shall we begin?"

Your host for the evening, everyone; let's start.

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...You gotta be kidding me!

[Blue, what-]

You're totally an eight! No fair!

Yeah, it really is a shame, isn't it? I thought he'd be a lot stuffier and have no style whatsoever.

Exactly! I thought he would look like some big nerd that doesn't know how to dress himself, but he's actually pretty hot!

[...The clothes really rack up the points here.]

You're wearing that!

[Gestures to the... shirt.]

I'm gorgeous! I can make anything look good.

Blue, it's an abomination, and I say that as someone who's just learned that we were dragged here by a country's worth of human souls.

It's an abomination, but I can totally work it!

Oh, honestly. Let's get back to prosecuting Mr. Conductor, shall we?

I mean, I do think he really would look better in black with a red R somewhere, but you know, there's something to be said about the white...

You think everyone would look better in a red R.

...

I don't really think I'll argue with that.

Were you not so obviously bent on killing me - and rightfully so, I won't deny that - I would be entirely willing to take you up on that offer, you know.

Ahhh, it's really a shame about that. Maybe under different circumstances you wouldn't have made so many bad decisions.

Speaking of potentially bad decisions... my Pokemon are still fine, right?