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]

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? ]

[icysemblance]

[While you're checking, please check for another stone.]

[sunsong]

[ SHE WILL JUST EMPTY HIS POCKETS, at least they don't need to find cause of death ]

[trustmods]

[He does, in fact, have a few keys on him; a set of three of them, actually.

The other stone is actually kept in his pockets as well.

Like, you know, a sane person does.

...seriously kimblee the fuck was your damage]

[sunsong]

Stop debatin' cuttin' him up, guys, I got everything!

[ She'll take the goods and stand up. ]

All right...one of these probably goes to the main door, but we should probably go to the morgue first, right? See if the potions will work on people, and then we can like. Carry the rest of the corpses out - oh, wait, is there a room with vending machine shit? We can try to find that and get shit out of it...

[openterrain]

... Uh. I guess we have to get the other Stone out....

[blazeit]

Jean, you do it, you were being all in command and stuff earlier.

[ LOOK AT THIS GUY TRYING TO WEASEL OUT OF MESSING AROUND WITH SOMEBODY'S STOMACH... ]

[ninehundredlives]

Do you need a knife?

[Because uh...apparently the resident nurse is inexplicably the one with all the weapons.]

[sunsong]

Can we entertain the idea he might have kept the other one on his person instead of in it before we chop him up?

[withabigsmile]

We're taking both, right?

[Listen this guy just tried to blow us up he gets absolutely zero dignity in this process-]

[blazeit]

Jean needs a knife.

[openterrain]

[ Jean shoots Bakugou an irritated look but...

Well, he kinda has a point. ]

I've got one, actually.

Not that I've ever done this to a person, but...

[ He's just gonna... pull out his butterfly knife and, once Sol is done with his pockets, start slicing open Kimblee's shirt, he guesses?

What has his life become...? ]

[sunsong]

[ this group of assholes though, their priorities immediately post team murdering a dude ]

[blazeit]

Well, I'm here for moral support.

[ ...... ]

You know, not to make Susan do everything, but wouldn't she be more equipped to.... you know. There's like, stomach acid and stuff in that general vicinity.

[trustmods]

[oh my god sol's going through his pockets but if you really want to do that you be my guest uh]

[sunsong]

Secondin' that one, but let's just check his pockets and shit first before we do that, guys...

[ GIVE HER A MINUTE. ]

[withabigsmile]

Do I need to get it?

[ninehundredlives]

If his body fucking explodes, I swear to god.

[But Susan's stopping to pull her sword out again and hold it safely away from the crowd, because she does not want to accidentally set any of her friends on fire with unattended firearms right now.]

[blazeit]

You know. I wouldn't even be surprised.

... Also, that was hardcore as hell, holy shit.

[withabigsmile]

Yeah, seriously.

[She'll even clap. Damn, Susan.]

[ninehundredlives]

[...you know, normally there's no witnesses when she does these things. What to do with accolades]

To be honest, I've really wanted to use this on him since I got it.

[oftheland]

[...well, he was glad he was not knocked out and therefore able to see that because....

s....woon....]