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Post by Hook on Aug 20, 2008 12:59:32 GMT -5
Dancing around a bonfire has always struck Hook as incredibly barbaric, no matter how hard-fought the victory and how much of a pyromaniac the commanding officer was. As soon as it became clear the festivities would involve a bonfire, the Constructicon had strode off to find his own entertainments.
This explains why he has an open toolbox, an array of scavenged junk from the junkyard he's found, and a slowly dwindling cube of high-grade.
Mmm, drunken engineering.
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 21, 2008 11:53:09 GMT -5
Mixmaster, having taken a detour to grab a few cubes of the tainted energon from the stores at the party, has been wandering around trying to find a wayward Constructicon. The right Constructicon.
Yes, Mixmaster knows he could have just radioed Hook asking for coordinates...but this way is so much more satisfying and insult-free. Especially since he thinks he just found the green-and-purple mech he was looking for. A green-and-purple mech with an array of items and questionable substances that should never be mixed all together with any mechs of the green-and-purple variety.
The chemist bounds up happily, "Hook!"
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Post by Hook on Aug 22, 2008 19:09:02 GMT -5
"Mixmaster. Have you brought me high-grade?"
If you haven't, you might want to start running now, Mixy.
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 22, 2008 22:23:05 GMT -5
"I'm so glad to see you too, Hook." Mixmaster says brightly before haughtily crossing his arms over his chest. "And of course I have high-grade, but with that poor excuse for a greeting how can I be certain that you really want it?"
Petty. Revenge.
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Post by Hook on Aug 23, 2008 22:55:00 GMT -5
"You can be certain because I asked for it before I asked about you," Hook points out. Yes, Mixmaster, he really is saying that the high-grade is more important than you are right now.
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 24, 2008 20:31:58 GMT -5
Mixmaster tilts his head to the side with a sigh of mock exasperation.
"Now you're just being confusing, Hook. If you really wanted it (like you say) then by your logic you wouldn't have mentioned me at all. You would have just mentioned it and it alone, yes? Right? Now, I have it right here," and Mixmaster pulls out a cube full of strongly glowing liquid and holds it tightly with both hands. He peers over it to give Hook an accusing glare.
"But now I don't know if you actually want it at all!"
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Post by Hook on Aug 25, 2008 23:19:41 GMT -5
"You are completely misrepresenting the logic I used in my statement by taking it to a radical extreme," Hook says testily as he selects a wrench. "If you did not do such a thing, you would well understand that I want a cube of high-grade quite badly. However, you are a leaking sadist."
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 25, 2008 23:47:25 GMT -5
The cube is deposited on the ground next to Hook, and Mixmaster settles down beside it. "I was just pointing out that I was confused, Hook," Mixmaster says with a grin. "There's no need to take it so seriously, yes? Now that I'm sure you want the cube," here he points at the high-grade, "you have the cube! Simple, yes-yes?"
He tilts his head thoughtfully before smiling even brighter. "I am even almost completely positive that it hasn't been tampered with beyond my own enhancements." Now, having forgotten the matter of the high grade and as a Constructicon, Mixmaster cannot help but eye Hook's wrench with a bright curiosity lined with a slight wariness.
"Something interesting, Hook?"
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Post by Hook on Aug 26, 2008 21:54:05 GMT -5
Talking with Mixmaster often leaves Hook feeling as if he's taken a long walk off a short pier over the Sea of Mercury. In over his head in opaqueness far too quickly. Being overcharged doesn't especially alleviate this.
"Someday, when you least expect it, I will turn you into an energon dispenser," Hook informs his gestalt-mate as he scoops up the cube and takes a long gulp. Mmmm....
"No, you don't get to be something interesting."
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 27, 2008 18:24:38 GMT -5
"An energon dispensor, Hook?" Mixmaster clicks in fake disappointment, "well, now I will not be fool enough to ever believe that you would not turn me into something that's at least as equally unimaginative."
The chemist leans over and picks up a smaller bit of scrap; holding it up in front of his face and turning it about curiously. "Do you have something interesting in mind for this, then? Since I don't get to be?"
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Post by Hook on Aug 28, 2008 0:18:35 GMT -5
"If I made you something interesting, you might enjoy it."
Hook reaches for one of the larger scraps and pries out the wire layering. "I was thinking a transmogrifier."
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 28, 2008 1:04:54 GMT -5
Red optics light up as Mixmaster tilts his head at Hook curiously. "I'm not supposed to enjoy it?"
Mixmaster is, however, quickly distracted by Hook fiddling with the wires, which causes the chemist's own hands to twitch with an urge to do something. Anything. So he sets aside the bit of warped metal he'd been holding and reaches for more of the scrap. "A transmogrifier, hm? That actually sounds vaguely interesting, Hook! I'm proud of you! You're certain you're not channeling Scrapper, though, yes?" Mixmaster teases Hook distractedly; already absorbed in shifting through the electronic debris. The chemist doesn't bother asking how Hook planned on creating anything out of this junk; he knows better.
He also doesn't bother to ask if Hook even wanted him 'helping'.
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Post by Hook on Aug 28, 2008 18:00:49 GMT -5
"No, Mixmaster, you're not supposed to enjoy being an energon dispenser. Honestly, do I have to explain everything to you? Or only the polysyllabic concepts?"
Stripped wires in hand, Hook snags a multitool and a multimeter out of his toolbox. "Just because Scrapper likes to do all the design-work doesn't mean he's the only engineer in the crew. Hand me that."
'That' is accompanied by a general wave at the pile of junk.
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Post by Mixmaster on Aug 29, 2008 20:00:11 GMT -5
"But if I was an energon dispensor..." Mixmaster trails off, turning his attention to the junk pile cheerfully.
"Well, Scrapper may not be the only engineer but you have to admit he has a certain penchant for the creative, hmm?" Mixmaster tosses what looks like half a rusted car door to the side as he talks, and reaches down to tug something that might have been a microwave in its better days loose from the pile...sans door.
The chemist brings it over to Hook and drops it, smiling brightly. "This, yes? Here you are."
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Post by Hook on Sept 5, 2008 19:24:46 GMT -5
"Yes, that." Hook pulls the microwave-looking device into his lap and disassembles it while he talks. "I suppose building people into objects counts as 'creative'. 'Inefficient' and 'tacky' also come to mind as adjectives."
"However, far be it from me to criticize Scrapper's hobbies. After all, he could be you."
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