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

[ninehundredlives]

...wait, I'm sorry, you meant you were literally going to rip them off?

[She was actually already working from cutting.......]

[blazeit]

Well, I mean, if we're talking about getting rid of his blatantly obvious weapons, he's got this arrays on his palms. Like, thinking about how I would be most easily fucked in a fight [ seeing as he, uh, also sparks explosions from his palms ] it would be a matter of "how do you break this guy's hands as thoroughly as possible"?

... But maybe we should talk about, like... I don't know, something less hypothetical?

[oftheland]

...Couldn't we just... shackle them like normal people...?

[blazeit]

Well, somebody did do that to me once to stop me from trying to assault somebody and explode their face, so.

I guess that's possible.

[ tbt that time Bakugou got chained up in weird bdsm gear on national television ]

[oftheland]

It's more diplomatic than forcible amputation, that's for sure...

[blazeit]

But it also depends on how his alchemy works. Like, I think what he said was he can... create an imbalance in everything that he touches? So that's definitely different from how my powers work.

... He also said that this God guy has cut him off from his powers before, I think.

[withabigsmile]

...How about tying him up instead?

[That's a little more charitable and less BREAK SMASH, right?]