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maskormenace2019-06-16 07:25 pm
craftpunk) wrote in maskormenace2019-06-16 07:25 pm
Entry tags:
- allison hargreeves | the rumor,
- anakin skywalker | darth vader,
- haru okumura | noir,
- kylo ren | jedi-killer,
- nathan drake | n/a,
- nico di angelo | n/a,
- riptide | riptide,
- ronan lynch | greywaren,
- ruka | n/a,
- † anthy himemiya | the rose bride,
- † david blake | woden,
- † eli vanto | ensign,
- † lestat de lioncourt | n/a,
- † lester papadopoulos | apollo
-- VIDEO --
[ Guess who's back who's back again? ]
Heh. So I'm back again. Thankfully, I don't think you call can get rid of me quite so easily.
[ For those new to the party, Woden's helmet is in full view of the screen, his camera the only reflection. He's sure to take up the whole thing, so his specific location can't be defined from the helmet's reflection. His tone is musical and amused, like he's just experienced something funny. ]
You know what the amusing thing is? I'd already been punished for my earlier transgressions. I'd been killed and beheaded for the things I had done. Beyond that? I've been quiet. I've lived my life, I didn't even interact with the people who felt so... betrayed by my actions. I kept my nose clean -- [ A beat, and a tip of his helmet. ] -- relatively.
Do you know what being good? What being quiet and diminuitive got me? It got me murdered in my own home. [ He leans back, now, and he's most certainly not at home. He, in fact, looks to be in the middle of nowhere, a dark room, other than the bright whites of screens that illuminate from behind the camera. They are all static in his helmet. ] Let me reiterate, for no reason. I did nothing, and because of my reputation, or my odiousness, someone thought it would be fun to murder me.
I would like you all to think on that, the next time someone speaks ill of another person's reputation here. We are... the sum of our actions, yes, but for some, those actions are immediately forgiveable. For others, it doesn't matter how many times we are killed, or punished. It's never enough, to try to change our lives, and make up for it. It's ironic, how easily manipulated you all are, isn't it? How you all don't even question the people you trust?
I digress. I suspect I'm only complaining into the void, regardless.
[ A pause, and he lifted a finger, as if he had another point, his helmet tipped. ]
I suppose I should wish all the other fellow fathers out there, a happy father's day, shouldn't I?
Heh. So I'm back again. Thankfully, I don't think you call can get rid of me quite so easily.
[ For those new to the party, Woden's helmet is in full view of the screen, his camera the only reflection. He's sure to take up the whole thing, so his specific location can't be defined from the helmet's reflection. His tone is musical and amused, like he's just experienced something funny. ]
You know what the amusing thing is? I'd already been punished for my earlier transgressions. I'd been killed and beheaded for the things I had done. Beyond that? I've been quiet. I've lived my life, I didn't even interact with the people who felt so... betrayed by my actions. I kept my nose clean -- [ A beat, and a tip of his helmet. ] -- relatively.
Do you know what being good? What being quiet and diminuitive got me? It got me murdered in my own home. [ He leans back, now, and he's most certainly not at home. He, in fact, looks to be in the middle of nowhere, a dark room, other than the bright whites of screens that illuminate from behind the camera. They are all static in his helmet. ] Let me reiterate, for no reason. I did nothing, and because of my reputation, or my odiousness, someone thought it would be fun to murder me.
I would like you all to think on that, the next time someone speaks ill of another person's reputation here. We are... the sum of our actions, yes, but for some, those actions are immediately forgiveable. For others, it doesn't matter how many times we are killed, or punished. It's never enough, to try to change our lives, and make up for it. It's ironic, how easily manipulated you all are, isn't it? How you all don't even question the people you trust?
I digress. I suspect I'm only complaining into the void, regardless.
[ A pause, and he lifted a finger, as if he had another point, his helmet tipped. ]
I suppose I should wish all the other fellow fathers out there, a happy father's day, shouldn't I?
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It seems, however, that nobody even bothered to report my death.
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And while I would love to see my murderer get punished, I don't think that will be necessary. This will be shame enough.
[ He's going to lord this over Cass forever. ]
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Uh. [ that does not sound like a healthy way of dealing with things but... ] I'm not really an expert on gods or anything but maybe speaking to someone might help? Like about your... problems?
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What. Like therapy?
[ Even with the vocoder, he sounds derisive.
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You don't have to sound so sceptic about it, apparently it helps.
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