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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[...let's see... write, write, write, annnd...]

Well, I've got a draft for one right here, though I'll admit that they were definitely the first things that came to mind.

Edit two to say he'll actually HELP us do that with his alchemy thing, first off. Like, since we can't do it ourselves. Otherwise, I think it looks good?

[ :|a ]

[ and the return of the WHAT SHE SAID gesture makes its re-debut ]

Ah... you know, that definitely makes sense.

...actually, I'll let you leave notes on it and I can make it nicer later.

[ IMMEDIATELY GOES TO MAKE A SECOND NOTE ]

[Guys, this is nice and all, but.]

You know, it's cute that you think I'm going to help you make this decision in any way.

Or did you miss the part where this is, first and foremost, a trust exercise, because I've been clear about that from the start.

Aaaaaaaand we're back to whether or not to put our trust in the genocidal psycho.

Are we? We decided to vote with them anyway, didn't we? ...The majority's clear, and even if I don't trust him, at the very least I trust all of you guys.

[ A shrug. ]

Let's just get this over with one way or another.

I mean, my decision was made even before I put this together, but I figured it was worth it.

Yeah, I know that much. But, y'know - I don't care about trusting him. I trust everyone else here. That's enough for me. Let's vote!

[ He just reaches over his podium to do that sort of... vaguely affectionate punch tap thing to Sol's arm. ]

That was so fucking soppy.

... I mean, I don't disagree, though.

[ HE TRUSTS YOU GUYS A LOT AND

He trusts Kimblee to not be a willful to-your-face liar? He supposes?? ]

...It was not!

[ bluster fluster

but she does punch his arm back. ]

But yeah. I think we're settled?

It was pretty soppy.

[ ANYWAY... ]

And yeah, let's do this thing.

You wanna do the honors of tellin' him to start the fuckin' show?

What, you don't wanna do it together?

[ Even though he just teased her for getting soppy... ]

Now who's the soppy one...? But sure.

[ He's listening anyway, isn't he? ]

Yo! We've got our unanimous vote.

Edited 2015-12-31 03:33 (UTC)

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blazeit - 2015-12-31 03:35 (UTC) - Expand

This isn't about trusting him anymore. If he tries anything, we'll wind up killing him.

[That's just a fact.]

It's about how much we trust each other, and I think that's enough to gamble on.

Trusting him isn't a gamble I want to take, but trusting you guys is a no-brainer, sooooo.

It's not even a question.

At this point I don't even have to think twice.

I trust all of you. That doesn't mean I think you're incapable of making mistakes.

...but I've killed myself for less important things than that. Of course I'm still voting with you. It's like I said, isn't it? Better to go together, whatever happens.

You guys put trust in me, didn't you?

[By you know, not lynching her once she revealed she was the mole.]

I'll just have to return the favor.

...Are you gonna say what you're planning to do, at least? Is this about trusting your word or your character?

[Because he's kind of the genocidal mess that keeps souls in his mouth over there, and uh.]

I've given you all the information I'm inclined to at the moment.

It's your decision, at this point.

[son of a-]

Eh, it was worth a shot. I decided on my position beforehand, but I do hope you'll consider signing it after the vote, at the very least.