Accountability.

[explosivecombat]

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.

Comments

[blazeit]

Fucking this, there's only so many times you can say "I did it for entertainment, heh heh heh" before it's like GET SOME NEW FUCKING MATERIAL.

[sunsong]

He's pretty much a stock villain, huh? Totally cliched.

[blazeit]

Seriously, the most shocking thing I learned about him this whole time is he doesn't like tea.

[sunsong]

What, is he into elitist asshole coffee or somethin'?

[blazeit]

Just look at him, he's obviously an elitist something or other. Maybe he only drinks decades old wine, that's pretty pretentious, right?

[sunsong]

He's always given off the pretentious vibe, so yeah, that sounds like it'd fit. It's pretty easy to picture him debating the morality of killin' folk while sippin' wine.

[announcemyvictory]

I didn't think all those things were pretentious. Don't people usually drink aged quality wine? Not that it tastes any good...

[sunsong]

[ elise you are a little pretentious...or at least think diamond chandeliers are reasonable BUT SOL LIKES YOU SO SHE WON'T SAY THAT FOR NOW the conductor is the target today ]

He's even wearing an asshole hat, okay.

[announcemyvictory]

I'm... not sure why a fedora marks one as an... "a-hole," but I suppose I'll have to ask later.

[oftheland]

...Please don't tell me there actually are people wearing fedoras with T-shirts like I thought when I was talking with Ashley about them...

[sunsong]

[ Gentle shrug. ]

I mean, my knowledge of current fashions can be a bit out of date, but...

[explosivecombat]

You asked me questions and I've answered them honestly. I never promised that they would be answers you like, nor would they be answers that you found satisfying.

[blazeit]

That's cool and all but that doesn't stop me from being pissed as hell.

[ But ugh, he supposes this isn't over seeing as there hasn't been an execution yet. ]

So why show your smug face now.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I fail to see any reason I shouldn't...? You more than deserve to at least see the person who's done all of this to you.

[blazeit]

Well, wow. Thanks for treating us all to your face. It's like fucking Christmas redux all up in here.

[explosivecombat]

I never said it was a favor.

Do continue being angry and putting words in my mouth, however; I don't expect anything else by now.

[blazeit]

Well, fucking excuse me if I want to vent in your general direction for a few moments! Seeing as you've been creeping on us this whole time, did you really expect any different?!

[ He, uh

admits that he is not being mature but still... ]

[explosivecombat]

I never said I was stopping you, either.