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

[withabigsmile]

We're a handful of people with a few knives and bags.

[That doesn't sound like god killing material.]

[blazeit]

Well, it'd help if we got our powers back first.

[ That's.... probably not quite her point, but... ]

[withabigsmile]

It would! I'm not sure how we're gonna go about doing that, but...

[...No that's pretty much her point exactly]

[sunsong]

[ She shrugs. ]

You don't have to be in if you don't want. But why the fuck would God leave us alone after all this? Like, whatever, you beat my employee, I'll just go on being an asshole to anyone but you now I guess for no reason at all other than you "won".

[withabigsmile]

I mean, he did hand us over to Kimberly for funsies.

[God might not care about them that much.]

[sunsong]

Yeah, but even so...I mean, look, it's not like we're going straight there. Can we at least agree to kill Kimblee with the vote if he doesn't want to help us at all, and then we figure out the rest as we go?

[withabigsmile]

As long as we don't head face first into a fight with God.

[She's stayed alive this long. Now's not the time to fuck it up.]

[sunsong]

Hey, I kinda have a plan. First part is bring back the others no matter what the fuck we have to do. Second part is figure out gettin' our powers back. Third part is murder the fuck out of God.

[blazeit]

This is a good plan. I like this plan.

[ well of course Bakugou likes it, he does tend to agree with like 98.5% of what Sol thinks... ]

[sunsong]

[ they are essentially the same person during trials, what else is new ]

Yep! I'm not okay with leavin' some guy who kills entire countries to become God just roamin' around free.

[oftheland]

...Well, I mean, Kimblee over there has kept our Pokemon alive... I don't know how to get them back to 100 percent, unfortunately, but you know.