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

[openterrain]

[ Jean certainly does, and for someone from a world without all this bizarre magic... ]

That's all it took to destroy all those cities?

[explosivecombat]

That and my particular alchemy, yes. I specialize in energy-based explosions; I've always been highly attuned to that sort of thing.

I see you found my maps.

[blazeit]

— I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS.

[ Cue Bakugou just slamming his fists on the podium repeatedly because what the sweet heck. ]

Your specialty is explosions. I almost wanna laugh.

[explosivecombat]

[He shifts a bit at his podium, rendering one of his palms visible in the hand that's not holding the stone. There's a dark circle visible there, with an inverted triangle and a smaller circular design in the center.]

Alchemical arrays designed to create an imbalance in everything I touch, once they're activated. I have one on my other hand as well. So it's nothing quite so innate as yours, but similar in principle.

I've also been cut off from it at various points in time, if only for a brief while - usually while this god I've told you about has been making a point.

Like your blood continuing to circulate even though your heart's stopped beating, isn't it?

[sunsong]

...Are all alchemical arrays circles?

[explosivecombat]

Yes, why?

[sunsong]

We're not standin' on one or anything, right?

[ look

she doesn't trust kimblee to not be an asshole ]

[explosivecombat]

Of course not.

[APPARENTLY PUTTING AN ARRAY IN THE COURTROOM FLOOR IS ANOTHER THING THAT FALLS UNDER HAVING NO DAMN DECORUM

NOT THAT HE'S AGAINST ARRAYS UNDER THE FLOOR ON PRINCIPLE BUT IN THIS SCENARIO THAT'S CHEATING OR SOMETHING APPARENTLY WHO KNOWS]

[sunsong]

[ WHAT EVEN ARE YOUR DECORUM RULES, MAN???? ]

You can't blame a girl for askin', all things considered.

[explosivecombat]

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

...You know what, fair point.

[sunsong]

[ she's not sure if him agreeing with her on this matter is good or bad but where's her gold star ]

[blazeit]

[ He stops pounding his fists to just kind of

put his head in his hands because his entire life is a joke. Maybe Kimblee really is his alternate universe shitty uncle. ]

I cannot fucking believe this shit. He literally makes explosions from his palms too. What the hell.

[openterrain]

I found two of 'em. That's why I asked if you could understand Russian.

So the big flashes that wiped everyone out. Those were really all just you and that little rock?

[explosivecombat]

The flashes that wiped everyone out were philosopher's stones being created. My own work...well, it isn't nearly that clean.

Again, they're explosions. With all that entails.