fandomhigh | Ethics [Tuesday, March 23, 2nd period]

Today Anakin's desk was covered with droid babies in bassinets. Each baby had a tiny stuffed Ewok tucked next to it. Hush.

"Today we talk about lust," Anakin said, pulling his attention back from the wall he'd been staring at, trying to get a handle on a bad feeling he'd been having since stepping foot on the island yesterday. "Or rather, the unintended consequences that can happen when you take action without precautions."

He smiled. Evilly. Some of his lesson plans might have changed this semester, but he had been looking forward to the droid babies with something close to unholy glee this go-around. "Meet your little projects for the next week. They're heavy, they cry, and they will record everything you do with them. So if you stuff them into a closet for the duration, believe me, I'll know."

After all, he'd built all of them.

He reached for a list of paper. "I've paired you up together." His smile turned a little more evil. "And some of your babies are a little fussier than others."

Griffin O'Conner (TA) & Effy Stonem
Andy Gallagher & Claire Bennet
Arthur Pendragon & Illyria
Bruce Wayne & Jean Grey
Calvin & Dru Anderson
Dan Humphrey & Leia Organa
Jacob Black & Nobody Owens
Layla Miller & Zack Fair

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"Your physical shortcomings are hardly my concern."

Perhaps she could eat it, and then they could just claim it had been stolen?

"You don't have them," Arthur pointed out, sort of... wagging the baby about. "Do I really have to spell this out? Stop complaining and tend to it."

As if to underscore his point, the baby let go of a salvo of weeping that practically burnt out Arthur's eardrums.

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Illyria looked down at herself. "Most of that is armor." Winifred Burkle wasn't exactly built for rearing spawn. "And it's clearly not meant to actually suckl--"

The noise. The noise.

"BE SILENT OR I SHALL CONSUME YOUR FLESH AND SUCK THE GRISTLE FROM YOUR TINY METAL BONES!"

Arthur blinked.

So did the baby. It meant a silence that lasted all of five seconds.

Then the noise resumed at a higher pitch and volume.

Arthur winced anew and dropped it the fuck back in the bassinet. "...Perhaps Merlin will know what to do with it."

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"Transform it into something with no mouth?" Illyria suggested. Though of course, she could do that as well. Just without magic, by ripping its lips off.

"Well, it's supposed to be a child," said Arthur, who had long ago decided to give Illyria her own spot in his mind. One far, far away from any fear receptors. "He... probably knows how to take care of one." He snapped his fingers, and pointed. "Or Francine. She likes children. It'll be like... a gift."

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Illyria raised an eyebrow. "Is she mentally afflicted?"

This was Arthur's thinking face.

"Well..."

Clearly elaboration of her point was required. "Is she mentally afflicted enough to accept it?"

"Of course she is. I did just say so."

Squint.

"Has it deafened you or something?"

"No, but I suspect it is trying to consume my soul." She knew how that felt, and the effects of that noise were verging on similar.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Arthur said, with a shallow laugh, "You haven't even touched it yet." Unlike him. He pulled a face. "It's just a small object that's... wiggling at us right now..."

He quickly moved to turn it around so it would stop staring at them.

"I don't plan to touch it. You can carry it to this Francine person."

Oh hell no.

"You are not leaving me to deal with this," he ordered, "Man up and take some responsibility."

By helping him fob it off on someone else. Listen, half the work of leading was knowing what your strengths and weaknesses were.

"You are the one who knows her," Illyria pointed out.

"And you are this child's other parent," Arthur shot back, "Unless you'd like me to leave you to find someone to care for it."

Illyria shrugged. "I am fairly certain I could successfully consume it, though I might retain the bones for the fashioning of some sort of jewelry or perhaps a small dagger."

... Yes, into the special Illyria folder that went.

"You try bringing that up with the professor and I'll consider letting you."

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Illyria considered this. "You wish me to ask if it's permitted to devour our child? That is acceptable." She yanked the wailing thing from its tiny sarcophagus and stalked off towards Anakin.

Arthur stared after her.

... Well, no matter what happened, his problem would at least be solved?

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