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]

I dunno... Those experiments he was doing did a lot of damage. Entire countries full of people were just vanishing.

[blazeit]

I guess it's kinda hard to say when we really don't know the exact state of how fucked this world is, but... the stuff we found, that was definitely not just the work of one person. If this place is in good enough shape to get chickens and stuff shipped here, then there must be some people in on this still alive.

[sunsong]

Also, I straight up don't want to work with this guy. Does anyone else really want to...?

[oftheland]

...I mean, I've worked with worse...?

[LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE...]

[openterrain]

Hell no. But we can't get fussy about what we want.

Our friends are dead, our ways home are limited, and this guy might be the only one who can help us. We can't worry about what we want to do, just what we have to do.

[sunsong]

Even if he can help us, it doesn't mean he will and I really don't think it means we can trust that help.

[ninehundredlives]

Probably less so if we've just cut off his hands. [JUST SAYIN]

[sunsong]

[ WHAT SHE SAID gesture, when did sol end up on team susan ]

Would we really trust someone to do fuckin' magic in that position? I mean, for that magic to be benevolent and what we wanted, not, uh. What one would expect to be used on people who chopped off your hands.