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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...if it's anything like coming home and finding out that your subordinates summoned god to try and impress you, well... yeah. It's rough, buddy.

...what the hell does the mafia do where you're from?

[LOOK SHE'S ASSUMED FOR A WHILE YOU'RE SOME KIND OF CRIMINAL BUT BRO]

I mean, are we surprised? These people don't have normal sized bees.

I guess the ATM cats sort of take away the point of racketeering...

...Do I wanna - okay yeah, I have to ask. ATM cats?

He says they've got cats that can make money out of nowhere?

...how does their economy - actually, how does their anything work?!

[ POKEMON??????????? ]

Don't ask me.

[NO ONE UNDERSTANDS POKEMON]

...I vote them for the most confusin' world out of all of ours.

[ POKEMON ]

Hey, I normally don't condone that kind of stuff. When we play god, we are always to stop short of potentially ripping reality to pieces, because we're supposed to be intelligent human beings.

...Your subordinates need constant supervision, I take it.

...the last time I left, the team got hijacked by some lunatic in a mask who was trying to mess with time and space to bring his Lapras back from the dead or... something.

I've noticed a pattern by now.

...Hire some babysitters? Honestly, I think some of my subordinates would do stupid shit without me around, too...or at least Goz or Lu - Luna.

[ that's still hard. ]

...the last time I hired a babysitter my son got kidnapped by a bird.

[...Holy shit.]

If I ever have kids, no babysitters ever.

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...Well, I hope you super fired them.

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Yeah, he cooks up gods in his labs, but he doesn't pick fights with the ones that mess with reality!

[...Nailed it.]

...........well, they're still higher standards than Kimberly and his friends.

[Sorry, Kimblee]

...Please tell me this isn't happening right now.

...It's probably mostly taken care of by this point, I think. I don't really remember anything past almost dying, though...

I don't remember anything past turning into a rock, but you're alive and I'm not solid stone, so we're probably okay.

...wait, what.

Some crazy lady with the ugliest buns I've ever seen fought Mewtwo with something and we all turned into rocks?

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...oh...

[...he feels kind of bad for knowing who that probably refers to, actually...]

...wait, you all?

We can talk about it later!

[We've got a trial to solve and not die and stuff.

She is not telling Giovanni that his son might be a rock today.]

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