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]

You aren't going to defeat God, simply put.

As Evolutionary pointed out, you're several people with bags and sticks and maybe a sword here and there, against someone with the power to literally create a sun. I don't know what you expect to accomplish, but it's not going to be "killing anything."

[openterrain]

Wow, that's so disappointing. Guess we should just give up and go home, right?

[withabigsmile]

Yes, actually. I'm not in the business of dying, myself.

[There's heroics, and then there's suicide.]

[blazeit]

Okay, first of all, jerking off to power levels is literally the kind of scrub mistake that gets you fucked while you think you're standing on a high perch.

[ He uh

knows this from personal experience... ]

Also, normally a bunch of us have powers. Who's to say we can't get them back?

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, that's all. We knew that.

[sunsong]

You can think whatever you like. Would you rather die here or would you rather die tryin' to do something different? Your choice, but that's what appears to be what we're doin', even if we're still discussin' what we do after you're fuckin' dead if you choose the first one.