Room 213, Thursday Evening

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Tonight was one of the very rare occasions that Peridot could actually be found in her room. It wasn't that she didn't like having a space of her own (more or less, really, as she did have to share with Ahsoka), it was just that there wasn't much to discover in here when she could be out there, bossing around gremlins and attempting to steal ducks from the pond to disastrous effect.

For science.

But tonight she was a Gem with a mission.

A mission to introduce her toaster duck to her wood shop class duck to see if they got along.

So far, so... so... so-so. The robotic toaster duck and the carved wooden thing weren't exactly programmed with duck recognition in mind, so they kind of just sat there.

"Can one of you at least do something?"

"Quack," said her robotic toaster duck, in Peridot's own recorded voice.

It would have to do.

[OOC: Oooopen.]

Comments

[studyingfear]

"Most likely because our progression into the study of it does not see significant useful progress occurring in his lifetime."

Rufus didn't mind talking about his own mortality, let alone talking about other peoples'.

"And he's busy with a war in any case."

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"Bet he could win the war more easily from space," Peridot muttered, wrinkling her nose. "I was under the impression that the short-lived nature of your species meant that one generation did all they could to ensure the survival of their offspring and subsequent spawn to follow."

Yeah, sure, but the species was also inclined to be selfish and shortsighted, so...

[studyingfear]

"Once he wins his war," and he would win; Wutai didn't have the resources to win against ShinRa, "he will be the dominant power in the entire world. Seen through a certain lens you could say that he was following the imperative of ensuring his line continued."

Survival of the fittest and all. Rufus didn't believe that himself, but it was a valid interpretation of his father's actions.

[era_two_triangle]

"What kind of lens would that be?"

Sorry, Rufus. But even Peridot could tell that was the sort of preface that didn't signal much hope in the rest of the sentence to follow.