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 {{wst>pinkgothic|"What are you thinking about?" Einriss probed. It wasn't as though he didn't know how to manipulate a zygote into having a different genetic mark-up, after all, so that part wasn't a bottleneck that needed solving. He couldn't immediately think of something that was not better done by continued takmar-specific investigations.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|"Well, it is always useful to have examples to work from rather than having to work from first principles," Puugwol insisted. "The more closely an organism is related and the more different its adaptations, the better the chance that those adaptations could be transferred with minimal effort."}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|Einriss paused for a moment, still not quite adopting what Puugwol might consider the correct level of enthusiasm for the revelation, but evidently more willing to engage with it now. "Well, yes," he said, finally, his tone contemplative. "But that was part of what I was doing in my previous line of work already, though I grant I couldn't have explained it to you in those terms before.
+"It's quite clear some things are more... compatible with each other than others - for grafts, for example. Something about the way the biochemistry sings. Some things are an octave or more apart, others just one note or less."}}
+{{wst>shyriath|The shifter considered this, tail lashing. "If I had understood this properly before, I feel that I could have participated more directly in the experiments. I have said before that some kinds of shapeshifting are easier than others, and that I suspected something like this to be behind them. With a better understanding of the mechanism - and possibly more specimens to work with, particularly if they were non-Chosen, for purposes of comparison..." She stamped a foot irritably. "Why could Dlyss not have confirmed this when I asked her about it?"
+"Some things are meant to be obscured," replied Dlyss.
+Although none of those present in the laboratory had seen her cross from the door to her current spot, there she nonetheless was, sitting primly. She regarded them coolly, occasionally turning her gaze on Shyriath, who shrank back against the wall of his cage.}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|"That's not a very useful outlook for scientific advancement," Einriss commented, but without much emotion to the comment - it was, at best, a faint dusting of disappointment or confusion across something that was clearly more of a statement of fact to him. By tone, it could just as well be ignored; it was not even a challenge. He seemed only mildly bewildered by Dlyss's presence and, taking that the conversation was likely to be between Dlyss and Puugwol, resumed his focus on his task.}}
+{{wst>shyriath|"I suppose it would not be," Dlyss replied placidly, "but the cosmic order is not concerned with its suitability for scientific advancement." She stood up and padded toward the cage.
+Puugwol aimed an unfriendly glare at Dlyss. "This Evrith of which Shyriath spoke did not seem to find the matter 'obscured'."
+Dlyss paused; there was a somewhat thoughtful look on her face, which by and large failed to convey the Oracle's temptation to create a spatiotemporal anomaly in the middle of Puugwol's head. At length, she replied, "My predecessor, whatever her other qualities, was not a particularly stable personality. Her judgment was... flawed."
+Shyriath, though clearly afraid, looked as if he might respond to this, but he shut his mouth when Dlyss turned her gaze back on him. But this was evidently not enough to dispel her attention; she resumed her walk toward the cage. Without a word, without a gesture, two circles opened in the air: one directly in front of Dlyss, and one inside the cage, and without pausing the Oracle walked through the one and into the other and pinned Shyriath to the wall with one forepaw.
+As the breath whooshed out of his chest, she murmured softly to him, "I do not appreciate your interference."}}
+{{wst>pinkgothic|//I don't appreciate your interference, either,// a part of Einriss quipped grumpily at the disruption, but the whole thing had rather startled him enough that he stood frozen and quiet, watching the one-sided altercation with something between alarm and rapt fascination. She hadn't done //that// around him before, and a part of him automatically wondered if that kind of teleportation might be useful to their project at some point, though in his flustered state it simply circled around in isolated agitation, puttering aimlessly, finding nothing.}}