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

[blazeit]

Anyone's fine with me as well. We made the decision together, that's the important thing.

[sunsong]

Kinda nice not sittin' through a trial suspectin' one of our own of shit.

[blazeit]

Yeah, it really is. Feeling suspicious got real tired after, like, the first trial.

[sunsong]

[ BAKUGOU CAN YOU BE A BRO AND ACCEPT A HAND HOLD she feels like this might go to shit. ]

[blazeit]

[ HE WON'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING because his hand might be shaking a teeny, tiny bit as he accepts the hand hold... h-he's not nervous or anything, what!! ]

[sunsong]

[ SHE WON'T SAY ANYTHING BACK...at least it's not like she ever expected to live that long anyway!! And if her pessimism is wrong, AT LEAST SHE'S DYING WITH FRIENDS. ]

[blazeit]

[ WHAT MATTERED WERE THE FRIENDS WE MADE ALONG THE WAY... speaking of which, Jean, he's awkwardly reaching for your hand because fuck this is tense. ]

[openterrain]

[ Nah it's cool, because he's certainly reaching for yours at the same time. And now they're just going to cling to each other in terror, but in a bro-like way. ]

[blazeit]

[ Bros don't mention to bros how their grip seems awfully shaky as if they're somewhat terrified for the collective group's lives, right?! R-right... ]

[openterrain]

[ No one has to know, except for Weiss and Sol whose hands they are also holding. ]