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]

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-]

[icysemblance]

Of course we are.

[sunsong]

Definitely!

[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.

[openterrain]

You're the one who volunteered me!

[blazeit]

Don't get mad at me 'cause I believe in you!

[openterrain]

Don't put it like that! That just makes me feel guilty!

[blazeit]

Well, that's how I feel, so deal with it!

[openterrain]

You are the worst moral supposed.

[blazeit]

JUST TAKE MY SUPPORT AND APPRECIATE IT.

[ It is the rarest of gems. ]

[trustmods]

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

[ninehundredlives]

...look, if you need help, just say so.

[She's just worried a sword isn't the most precise instrument.]

[withabigsmile]

...I've got another knife like his, if you need it.

[ninehundredlives]

Thanks, but I've already got a few of the double-edged ones.

[announcemyvictory]

...I'm just going to be back here.

This is disgusting.

[openterrain]

Well... I mean, it's not like it bothers me.

[ He's seen much worse, honestly. And once again, fuck this guy. ]

If you want to point out where exactly the stomach is that might make this go faster, though.

[ninehundredlives]

[well it's probably a good thing that turned out to be unnecessary, because she was 100% just about to do that with the sword

maybe she just kinda wanted to stab him again]

CW: GORE

[openterrain]

.... Right there, then.

[ Damn, Susan, way to be extra brutal.

Jean doesn't mind, though. He's just gonna casually strip out of his jacket and undershirt so that he doesn't get them all messy with Kimblee.

And once the sword is removed Jean is just going to casually widen that stab wound a little further and... well, not sense in being delicate. He's going to reach in and hope the Stone made it all the way to Kimblee's stomach. ]

CW: GORE

[blazeit]

[ DON'T FORGET. HE'S HERE FOR MORAL SUPPORT. ]

Now that I think about it, since you're doing the stabbing part, should I.... do the grabbing part... since I'm here and all.

[ HE FEELS LIKE THAT'S FAIR

He also sounds like he doesn't want to do it. But. ]

Re: CW: GORE

[openterrain]

Isn't the future pretty cushy? I doubt you've ever even had to slice open a rabbit.