trustfell | Accountability.

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.

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Please, Jean could never. I pulled out some deep ass metaphors. I even threw in a pretentious literary reference, I'd like to see Jean top that.

[ HE PROBABLY KNOWS WHAT COLOR WEISS'S EYES ARE

In fact, if Jean really wanted to embarrass Bakugou, he could just do a superior and more accurate ocean eyes confession. ]

[ HAS BAKUGOU EVEN REALIZED HE GOT THE EYE COLOR WRONG, WAS THAT POINTED OUT... ]

But you didn't blow shit up for him!

[ h-he realized partway through and had to FUCK FUCK ABORT TURN AROUND the entire thing

]

Ugh, fine, when we get outta here, I'll blow some shit up for all of you guys!! Happy now?!

That's a promise, then, fireworks at your place.

...Yeah, okay. And I'll really Sing for you guys.

Well, Sol and I have got our acts at this party down, what are you two bringing?

Crystallized energy - that does not in any way, shape, or form use human souls for you to blow up, and the ability to launch you into the sky to do it.

[ To that, Bakugou just closes his eyes and makes this expression of solemn oh fuck yeah that's going to be awesome and then slowly gives her two emphatic thumbs-up. Best. Party. Ever. ]