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Induction.
| You've all had some time to get to know each other; whether or not you're all getting along is another matter. Either way, one thought pattern seems to be pretty prevalent, no matter what you think of this entire situation – Where, exactly, is the Conductor? That question isn't going to be answered in full, even now; if you were hoping to work out exactly who the Conductor is...well, that's not going to be readily answered, either. What you are going to get, however, is the sound of that public address box mounted into the wall somewhere above your heads crackling to life; it's staticky and a little grating at first, like someone's fiddling with the volume control somewhere, but eventually it clears up. "Ah, is it..?" It's a little uncertain at first, but that, too, clears up soon enough; it's a male voice, at least that much is discernible. "Greetings to the lot of you, the new class at Graceside Academy; I trust you've familiarized yourself with the rules. "You can call me the Conductor." |
[OOC: You can be heard just fine through the PA system, so feel free to ask any questions your little heart desires; brackets are fine, you don't need to use prose!]

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...Not necessarily.
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What do you mean?
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[...hopefully. if not we might have a problem.]
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...will we get answers to the rest of our questions in due time, too?
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[He sighs.]
It's harder to respect someone who's done that to you, I think. We don't even know who you are beyond your name.
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You know what's necessary about me. Unless you're suggesting that I put one of those profiles up for myself.
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Is that something you could do? It would be helpful, if you could.
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I don't see why not.
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Thank you. It's appreciated.
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[ SLUGS HIM ON THE ARM IN A FRIENDLY MANNER ]
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A-ah...thanks...
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I've decided I like you! You can be my friend.
[ congrats ]
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I...I'm glad, Sol-san.
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[ ...well someone thinks highly of herself, doesn't she... ]
And I'll make sure you don't lose your other eye! See, I'm great like that.
[ sol what the fuck ]
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Probably he mostly just looks like he's glaring, though. ]
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well
You know how sometimes people just look kinda terrifying when they smile? Like there's a vaguely predatory sense to it? Yeah, that's the kind of smile Bakugou shoots at Kaneki.
... But there's also a thumbs-up, if that helps temper things... ]
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All he can think to do is just weakly return the gesture, because what else do you do?]
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