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

[explosivecombat]

Oh, believe me, I'm not upset. It's not as though I liked him terribly, we didn't agree on much.

[...priorities, kimblee]

[sunsong]

You're like the world's worst employee, god. Not that I care, since I'm pretty sure your boss is gonna piss me off even more.

[explosivecombat]

I'm sure there are several people who will completely agree with you on that matter, honestly.

[sunsong]

Great, we'll form a club.

So, Bakugou's right: what the hell do we need to do to get to the vote? And where the hell do we find God? I guess we can just wander the fuck around your world until we do.

[ god needs to die, she appears to be Set on this, this is a dumbass plan but whatever ]

[blazeit]

And if you really don't think we'd do that then please, look at us. We're gonna go slap God in the face. Fuck that guy, I don't care about taking out some midboss level asshole if the real bastard is somewhere else.

[sunsong]

Yeah, I mean, who wants to deal with the management when we have bigger fish to fry?

[withabigsmile]

You know, I'm all for slapping God in the face in theory, but we should probably make sure we have the power to slap God in the face first.

What happens if we die trying to smack God? Who's gonna be able to give anyone any warning about this? We should think this through, shouldn't we?

[blazeit]

[ ............ true but Blue... he wants to punch God in the face... ]

.... Ugh, yeah, I guess. The first step here is probably getting this asshole to rat out his asshole boss, right? The more info, the better.

[ninehundredlives]

You know, I have to think that the only reason he won't tell us the man's name is that it might mean something to us. None of us know anybody from this world - it'd hardly be selling him out if he gave us a name that meant nothing to anyone.

It's a bit like whatever logic made him black out Lisbeth's surname.

[blazeit]

... That could be, yeah. I mean... it could just be me, but it doesn't feel like he and this God guy even really get along that great, do they? There's gotta be a reason he doesn't want to sell out so easily.

[icysemblance]

Nobody wants to lose power when they have it.

[And when it's gone to their head.]

[sunsong]

Well, let's ask. Is everyone pretty much fuckin' agreed? Either we vote him dead because he's not helpful in the least, or we consider another option if he helps us on the whole let's kill god thing?

[blazeit]

I'm in. Like Sol said, if we don't fix the real problem, then this could just keep on happening over and over again.

[ninehundredlives]

[.....................]

I suppose.

[No promises about what she'll do after.]

[ninehundredlives]

I don't think he believes we can kill God. He's probably afraid of retribution.

[sunsong]

Well, we can go and talk to whoever is alive outside of this hellhole. I mean, we'll have to talk to people to find God anyway, right? And if we get the other crazies back alive, we at least have them on our side.

[ so ]

If we could figure out a way to power up on the road to God, I guess that'd help, but honestly I'm for gettin' out of here and goin' straight on to that.

[oftheland]

If I offer Kimblee a job back home instead of killing him, do you think he'll sell out God?

[blazeit]

Well, he did tell me the one time he wasn't interested in dying. So us not killing him to get him to spill the deets might be viable?

[oftheland]

I mean, I really would prefer to kill him, but if it doesn't really benefit us the way keeping him alive is then... well... you know.

Let's just shatter his expectations and maybe rough him up a bit.

[blazeit]

Plus, don't you think it'll be more interesting if we don't do what he expects us to do? [ Two thumbs up, though, he likes Giovanni's idea the best so far. ]

[sunsong]

We don't lose anythin' by you offerin', I guess?

[ W/E ]

[oftheland]

Maybe a little bit of satisfaction, but you know how it is.

[withabigsmile]

You're not bringing him home.

[No way no how no sir.]

[oftheland]

I am ready and willing to kill him if he tries anything, and I'm sure that if he agrees I'll get all of my Pokemon back.

[withabigsmile]

We are not taking the crazy guy back to see if he decides to wreck our world!