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]

[...That...huh.]

...I don't know for sure. I'd imagine they probably do, because their personalities are their own and they remain consistent despite any physical changes they undergo.

Why do you ask?

[blazeit]

I just wanted to know if they were on the same level as chickens.

[ and there we have it, ladies and gentlemen!! ]

And... I dunno, isn't it weird to think you can create something with a soul? Although I guess you have to sacrifice a fuck ton of souls to make it in the first place.

[explosivecombat]

...There are a lot of good reasons why I've never tried.

[1. he is not a complete idiot
2. that's fucking weird]

[blazeit]

Well, that settles it. If even you think it's a shit idea to try, it must be a really shitty thing to try.

[explosivecombat]

People have a tendency to lose all sorts of things in the attempt to do things like that. Organs, limbs, senses, enough of their bodies that they die immediately...

[...sometimes just their entire fucking body because why the hell not, shout-out to Al Elric...]

Usually attempts at things like that are attempts to revive the dead, anyway, and there's no one that's important enough to warrant the attempt, as far as I'm concerned. Creating a new being for no reason at all makes even less sense.

[blazeit]

[ jfc is that why he's a suit of armor

I

okay then ]

Well. I don't disagree with you there.

[explosivecombat]

[Yep!]

[blazeit]

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