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

...ACCOUNTABILITY.

[explosivecombat]

[You might want to do something about that.]

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise's jaw drops. She steps back, another soft clink sounding with her.]

...Everyone! Susan, you've brought weapons, go!

[oftheland]

Ah, well, you broke the terms and conditions.

[TIME TO TOSS A RED AND WHITE BALL CONTAINING A GIANT BEE WITH GIANT SPEARS ON ITS ARMS AT HIS FACE, THEN]

[withabigsmile]

[...Wiggly goes back in the ball, then gets tossed across the room towards Kimblee as well; she doesn't have tri-attack or any cool special attacks, but you know what.

Wiggly can punch the hell out of him anyway, and Beedrill can do the stab impale part.]

[explosivecombat]

[...Rather unfortunately, whatever's defending you is not defending that bee - that bee is going to get another flash of energy sent its way, and whatever it hits is going to detonate.

Godspeed, Beedwagon.]

[oftheland]

[................wh

WHY THE FUCK DID THE POKEBALL JUST EXPLODE WHAT THE FUCK THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK?????????????????????????????????]

[withabigsmile]

[fuck this shit Wiggly's running away]

[oftheland]

[...fortunately because what the fuck are Pokemon and Pokeballs and the relationship between the two, an incredibly toasty Beedrill slams into Giovanni instead of blowing up with the damn Pokeball so

...men down and slamming into a podium rn but not out..........]

Re: ...ACCOUNTABILITY.

[icysemblance]

[And now it's time to run. She doesn't have her Semblance, but she's still a trained fighter. Kickboxing isn't her style, not usually, but she's seen Yang do it enough to know at least a little of where to hit.

She aims for his hands when she jumps up to dropkick him.]

[blazeit]

[ Wow. Finally he gets to be in his element, it was nice holding hands but the first thing that you're probably going to note is that this asshole gets really lively when he gets to be properly in action. He doesn't really know how to fight with weapons, never really needed them, and he moves with a surprising amount of consideration for the way he's seeing the others move. In particular, he's going to cover Weiss and cut off where the most likely place one might dodge to, given the angle of her kick. ]

[announcemyvictory]

[Elise is in the back. She's never fought save for the brief training with Weiss. She hasn't brought any of her weapons, only knew how to use the poison anyway.

What she does have becomes very clear with a step forward, a reach behind herself, and a flump before she steps back again with a considerably less voluminous skirt.

Leaving a hoop skirt sewn top to bottom with revival potions on the outside.

You didn't think she was keeping the breakables in that pillowcase on her podium, did you?]

I'll support you all from here!

[explosivecombat]

[Hand to hand combat is kind of his thing, here, especially since a lot of his alchemy relies on getting in close if he's not just thoroughly wrecking a place; that said, though, all of you teenaged assholes are distracting as hell.]

[openterrain]

[ If there's one thing Jean has gotten good at, it's not freezing up. He's willing to assume that he's dead either way at this point, so he breaks into a sprint, tearing his hands away from Katsuki and Weiss.

And he's going to use every ounce of training he's got to try to tackle this son of a bitch to the ground.

Hopefully he emerges from this unexploded. ]

[explosivecombat]

[You know, he's had plenty of experience fighting upstart teenagers, often when he hasn't been in peak condition; it's never a smart move, granted, but it's one he's practiced at because sometimes there aren't any other options available to you.

And he was a soldier as well, Jean, and his alchemy relies on getting in close; hand-to-hand combat is at least partially his thing.

...Unfortunately for this entire circumstance, one can only focus on blocking and defending one's hands for so long; getting hit by the sudden...general mass of humanity here isn't exactly his idea of a good time and goddamn it, he usually has bodyguards.

You'll get him down easily enough, though like hell if he isn't going to try to fight you once he's there.]

[icysemblance]

[The important thing here is making really damn sure that the one philosopher's stone is out of his hands.

To that end, once her kick connects, she's going to follow it up with one that she hopes to hell is enough to make sure that stone's out of play.

If she can, she's going to pick it up.]

[sunsong]

...Told you so!

[ But hey, time to fight? Well, she's...tiny and hasn't had much luck with weapons (none she kept, anyway) but that's hardly ever stopped Sol before when it comes to serial killers.

At the very least, though, she can help Weiss out with stealing the damn stone. You can toss it her way if you want, Weiss, as Sol seems to only have a butter knife and doesn't want to get in Jean's way. ]

[openterrain]

[ Somewhat muffled from his prone position: ]

If we get out of this you can tell me that every hour of every day for the rest of our lives!

[openterrain]

[ Jean, admittedly, kinda slacked off during his proper hand-to-hand training.

On the other hand, this isn't a proper hand-to-hand fight, and if there's something Jean is good at it's desperate, brutal, emotion-driven attempts to save your own damn life. He doesn't need a lot of finesse to get Kimblee to the ground. And he's so absolutely furious - at Kimblee, at himself, at this whole stupid situation - he definitely doesn't need a lot of it to haul off and punch Kimblee square in the nose as hard as he possibly can.

Which is pretty damn hard, for the record. In lieu of proper training he's been doing a bit of climbing, after all.

... But then he's going to desperately roll away, grabbing at Kimblee's collar in an attempt to yank him around and keep him off balance. He may not be aware of Susan and her +1 Sword of Fiery Mom Rage, but he does know that there's plenty of other people here that want a piece of Observant. ]

[blazeit]

[ IT'S ACTUALLY TERRIBLE HOW EXACTLY THE SAME THEIR FIGHTING STYLE IS

Which makes sense given the fact that they, uh, basically have the same ability... Bakugou will take a moment afterwards to be pissed about this and, well, at least this means he's thought a lot about how he would defend against somebody aiming for his obvious liability, somebody trying to incapacitate his hands. He'll leave the actual incapacitation and/or deathblow for somebody else in favor of just being really fucking annoyingly in the way.

Did Kimblee expect any less from this shitchild, though. ]

[ninehundredlives]

[There's probable little crescent-moon marks in poor Giovanni's hand, but Susan didn't flinch. Explosions - that's no more painful that chlorine gas, is it? If they're going out, it should be with dignity.

...and then, inexplicably, they don't.

Susan drops Giovanni's hand like a hot iron and draws the sword at her side instead. It's not a smooth move, exactly, but she's obviously practiced it in her spare time. This was left to Cabanela; he left everything to her. She was not going to fumble it when it mattered. She was determined of that much.

Considering that the shadow monster is dead and gone, that practice might be the reason why she chooses to pull out a hidden lighter, flick it, and set Tabby's alcohol-soaked sword ablaze as she runs at full-tilt around the unoccupied end of the circle towards the Conductor. She doesn't know how to use a sword. But she's killed men before, and it doesn't take a lot of skill to swing a blazing blade at someone.]

You bastard!

[explosivecombat]

[...No it does not, madam, and it isn't as though you're going to need much skill once Jean has him down.

However, the sight of that blazing blade seems to...settle him, weirdly enough, or at least it gets him to stop trying to close-contact explode Jean; he's still shaking with...god only knows what is surging through his system - something sharp and manic and shuddering - and his breathing is jagged when he manages to focus on her enough to talk.]

...I've been waiting for this.

[He laughs a bit; it isn't a very stable sound.]

Enjoy it.

[ninehundredlives]

Shut the fuck up already, you disgusting, smug wanker.

[How much force does it take to drive a sword (on fire) down through someone's face from a standing position?

Let's find out.]

[sunsong]

...Go, mom.

[ holy shit, even if this doesn't work (how can it not) sol's impressed ]

[explosivecombat]

[Fun fact: it takes approximately 2,300 newtons of force to crush a human skull! Decidedly less if there's a pointy thing involved in the crushing bit, and presumably being on fire helps.

...Okay, that wasn't very fun. But it was factual!

That said, he isn't going to look away when she does it; there's no attempt to defend himself or move out of the way of that. He just continues to look at her, and he smiles a bit, and his body jerks on impact but it's most definitely the sort of involuntary movement that comes with the sudden shock of the hit and the last firings of one's nervous system when they die.

Energy. Something he's always specialized in, really. And that's the end of it.

Congratulations, Susan. You've done well.

Solf J Kimblee is dead.]

[sunsong]

[ Well, okay. Does his body have any keys on it? ]