Post by stern on May 10, 2007 22:41:56 GMT 1
(((Preferably, I would like whoever answers to have at least associated with Stern to a good degree....mostly character development though, so don't worry about this turning into another bid for power.)))
Stern sat on his couch, finishing some homework while chatting on the phone. This had been going on for the last half hour, and the only person who had ever held his admiration was on the other line.
"So how is your plan going?"
"According to plan, as usual, looks like your going to be father of a media icon soon"
Stern kept in touch with his father often, and his father was privileged in knowing exactly what Stern had planned. He didn't know the how, and Stern only gave him hints to the why, but he was the one who knew more than anyone else in the world about what Stern was doing at Hircine. Of course, they didn't speak details over the phone.
"You realize the second you do this, your life is over. It's not too late to stop. You can still accomplish more."
"I never stopped you from accomplishing your dream, and I know your no going to really try stopping mine. You know this is what I dedicated my life to."
Stern's father, Brian Mason, was a noted anthropologist. He lived for his work, and in his youth Stern had been dragged across the globe with him as he did his work on the cultural differences in prize fighting. Stern had grown strong in those years, and his father had produced his most successful work since he co-authored the paper The Cultural Consequences of Corporal Punishment and Student Hierarchy's with Edward Stevens. It was considered a definitive analysis on the Pillar system's positive effects, though it's raised issues on corruption from within made the piece seem slightly weaker than it could have been.
Still, the Mason's had been an objective driven family for many years, since Stern was born at least. His mother had died giving birth, and so Stern and work were the only things his father lived for. With his work completed for the most part, Stern was all he had left. They both shared the Mason drive though, and knew the consequences of getting in each others way would be unwanted. Stern also got his intellectual ability, his ability to avoid the crowd, and his will power from him. Everything else he had gotten from his mother. As though his father knew what he was thinking, he spoke up.
"Do you think you'll have time to visit her grave before everything happens?"
Stern had, or so he was told, inherited more from his mother than from his father. He gained his physical ability, his charisma, his appearance, his speech, even his light habits from her. She was a child of the 60's, and had even enjoyed the Second Summer of Love. She was the only one able to break the control around his father, and his father never bothered to re-marry because he knew there wasn't another woman who ever would. It seemed like her, he fought for a better world, but a question that had been nagging him slipped through his lips.
"No, I don't think I will....do you think she would agree with what I'm doing?"
There was a pause on the line, and Stern stood up with the phone to his ear and walked outside his apartment. He gazed out over the skyline toward the sun as it set in the bay. His father, having considered his words carefully, finally spoke up.
"No, I doubt it. She probably would have agreed to what you say you want to accomplish, but I know she wouldn't approve of your ways. You never told me your reasons, but no son of hers could hate for that long, so I know your acting by what you think is right. I know that's why your going to doubt yourself until the end, and if you can do it, that'll be all the vindication you'll ever need."
The line hung up, his father obviously being the source of Stern's abrupt behavior when it came to phone calls. He quickly hung up the line and continued to enjoy the view.
~Mother and Father....I was lucky to inherit the best of both of you....~
Stern turned as the sun set, on the horizon, reaching the point where it's glare became painful to the eyes. He heard someone walking toward him, and turned to see who it was. The light from the sun made recognition difficult, and wouldn't be able to see them until they were close. He was curious to how long they had been there, and how much of the conversation they had heard.
Stern sat on his couch, finishing some homework while chatting on the phone. This had been going on for the last half hour, and the only person who had ever held his admiration was on the other line.
"So how is your plan going?"
"According to plan, as usual, looks like your going to be father of a media icon soon"
Stern kept in touch with his father often, and his father was privileged in knowing exactly what Stern had planned. He didn't know the how, and Stern only gave him hints to the why, but he was the one who knew more than anyone else in the world about what Stern was doing at Hircine. Of course, they didn't speak details over the phone.
"You realize the second you do this, your life is over. It's not too late to stop. You can still accomplish more."
"I never stopped you from accomplishing your dream, and I know your no going to really try stopping mine. You know this is what I dedicated my life to."
Stern's father, Brian Mason, was a noted anthropologist. He lived for his work, and in his youth Stern had been dragged across the globe with him as he did his work on the cultural differences in prize fighting. Stern had grown strong in those years, and his father had produced his most successful work since he co-authored the paper The Cultural Consequences of Corporal Punishment and Student Hierarchy's with Edward Stevens. It was considered a definitive analysis on the Pillar system's positive effects, though it's raised issues on corruption from within made the piece seem slightly weaker than it could have been.
Still, the Mason's had been an objective driven family for many years, since Stern was born at least. His mother had died giving birth, and so Stern and work were the only things his father lived for. With his work completed for the most part, Stern was all he had left. They both shared the Mason drive though, and knew the consequences of getting in each others way would be unwanted. Stern also got his intellectual ability, his ability to avoid the crowd, and his will power from him. Everything else he had gotten from his mother. As though his father knew what he was thinking, he spoke up.
"Do you think you'll have time to visit her grave before everything happens?"
Stern had, or so he was told, inherited more from his mother than from his father. He gained his physical ability, his charisma, his appearance, his speech, even his light habits from her. She was a child of the 60's, and had even enjoyed the Second Summer of Love. She was the only one able to break the control around his father, and his father never bothered to re-marry because he knew there wasn't another woman who ever would. It seemed like her, he fought for a better world, but a question that had been nagging him slipped through his lips.
"No, I don't think I will....do you think she would agree with what I'm doing?"
There was a pause on the line, and Stern stood up with the phone to his ear and walked outside his apartment. He gazed out over the skyline toward the sun as it set in the bay. His father, having considered his words carefully, finally spoke up.
"No, I doubt it. She probably would have agreed to what you say you want to accomplish, but I know she wouldn't approve of your ways. You never told me your reasons, but no son of hers could hate for that long, so I know your acting by what you think is right. I know that's why your going to doubt yourself until the end, and if you can do it, that'll be all the vindication you'll ever need."
The line hung up, his father obviously being the source of Stern's abrupt behavior when it came to phone calls. He quickly hung up the line and continued to enjoy the view.
~Mother and Father....I was lucky to inherit the best of both of you....~
Stern turned as the sun set, on the horizon, reaching the point where it's glare became painful to the eyes. He heard someone walking toward him, and turned to see who it was. The light from the sun made recognition difficult, and wouldn't be able to see them until they were close. He was curious to how long they had been there, and how much of the conversation they had heard.