voice; un: Julian Delphiki | Bean

[justlittle]

[ There comes to the network feed the sound of a small child's voice. He could do this over text, or under one of his many aliases, to distance himself from the emotional vulnerability of the subject matter. But hiding from his name-- his father's name-- seems like a cowardly move, given what it is he wants to talk about. ]

Today is Father's Day.

[ Bean takes a deep breath, then continues. ]

I've only ever had a short time with my father. I didn't grow up with him. Neither of us knew the other existed until I was seven. But once we learned... He took me in. He gave me the name he always wanted to give his second son. His name. We only had a year together before we had to separate again, but my father was good to me. He accepted me, even though I was a complete stranger to him.

Julian Delphiki is a smart man. A kind man. A man who loves his wife and his family. He doesn't deserve the trouble he's run into by having a son like me.

If I can do anything with this chance at life I've been given... I want to live up to the name he gave me. It's not the name I go by, but... it's still mine. Even if it was his first. [ And even if Bean is already the more famous Julian Delphiki, back on his Earth.

Okay, maybe he's letting himself be too emotionally vulnerable. Better wrap this up. ]

Are there any other imPorts thinking of their fathers today? I'd like to hear what they're all like.

Thank you.

-- VIDEO --

[craftpunk]

[ 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?