Office Hours, Thursday

[raspberryturk]

Reno... really didn't have anything better to do today but come and hang out in his office, no.

Okay, sure, so there was the mother of all freaking bouquets on his desk, courtesy of his smart-assed co-teacher. And the flowers were starting to go a little...

Uh. Soggy, Reno supposed, was a good word for it.

So he was here today, up to his elbows in rotting flowers, with his nose wrinkled as he picked out all the valuable little nick-nacks from inside of it.

Pearls? Seriously?

The one upside, anyhow, was that Reno could sell some of this crap off and send the money back to Edge or Junon or something. This monster could totally go a long way, back home. Not that he suspected for an instant that maybe something like that was what Genesis had in mind...

[Open door, open office! Since I remembered that Reno actually has one of these things, today!]

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[sith_happened]

"I get one in class every now and again. They're the ones who freak out when I ask what they'd kill to protect. Most students here take that as a matter of course," Anakin replied.

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Reno smirked a bit. Ah, he remembered that lesson. It had been an easy enough question to answer.

Killing was kind of second-nature to him.

"I guess they'd be the same ones that thought they'd be able to trust their government to save 'em if a giant rock came hurtlin' down from the sky to end all life on The Planet," Reno noted. "The civilians are always so..."

He cycled through several words in his head, from 'cute' to 'sheeplike.'

"Gullible."

Good enough.

[sith_happened]

"I was thinking 'sheeplike'," Anakin offered.

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Oh, Reno liked Anakin.

"That was my second choice," he admitted. "Like it'd hurt 'em to think a little on their own, now an' then. Life's so easy when there's someone sittin' at the top, watchin' over their flock, just so long as they trot around like good little peons an' do as they're told."

... Because Turks were totally nothing like that. Ever.

[sith_happened]

And each Jedi was their very own unique and special snowflake. It's true!

"And Force forbid they stick their neck out for anyone else, either," Anakin added bitterly.

[raspberryturk]

"Yeah, the nerve of 'em," Reno replied. It was somewhere between a snort and a sigh. "Don't get me wrong. Anarchy ain't been all that hot, either. But it'd be nice if there was some kinda middle friggin' ground, yo."

[sith_happened]

"I tried to have this conversation with my first wife," Anakin said. "She was a galactic Senator who just couldn't see the system we had was broken."

Though the government that replaced it--Evil and a Little Insane Repressive Totalitarian Regime--hadn't really worked out either.

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"Well, if she was Senator, she kinda... was the system, wasn't she? Part of it, at least," Reno noted, though perhaps a touch carefully. He had no idea where Anakin had stood with his first wife. Marriages were always so... so damn touchy.

He didn't get 'em. He was pretty cure he didn't want to get 'em.

"People got problems, sometimes, seein' the cracks in whatever foundation it is they got dug in under themselves, zoto."

[sith_happened]

Anakin smiled wryly. "Jedi too."

[raspberryturk]

"Jedi are people," Reno noted, shrugging. "Turks, too, if we wanna be that way. You got somethin' good goin', it's the way it's always been, who the hell wants to look past their cozy little world at what's on the outside? Usually takes some pretty big shit to shake things up, once there's a way of doin' things been established, yo."

[sith_happened]

"Like a Order-wide purge?" Anakin replied.

[raspberryturk]

"Or giant rocks fallin' from the sky," Reno replied, shrugging. "Take your pick, yo."