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Post by Hook on Sept 12, 2009 21:29:03 GMT -5
"What did you do to yourself to cause this sort of integration?" Hook taps at the screen, waves the wand at Blackarachnia to take some new readings. "Hnh. I presume you have not upgraded yourself significantly since whatever you did to integrate with an organic. Am I correct? If I am, do you know what your armor was made of before the integration?"
Yes, he doesn't like what he sees, and he finds the organic integration rather disgusting. He also likes to pretend that Spinister and Needlenose's guns are not organics in power-suits, and he tolerates the changes to the Beast Wars-era Transformers as environmentally-required armor upgrades.
He still has a job to do.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 12, 2009 22:19:11 GMT -5
Blackarachnia visibly bristles as Hook makes such reference to her taint. As much as she hates it, she hates others looking down upon her for it more. Her fists clench at her sides.
"The alternative was death though I wasn't too keen on either choice. Long story short, I was forced into a situation where I had to use my download ability on an organic. This", she gestures at herself, "was the result."
In response to the query about her armour, she rattles off a series of statistics and materials. None of which match the material of her helmet.
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Post by Hook on Sept 12, 2009 22:22:21 GMT -5
Oh, Blackarachnia, if it weren't for the organic integration, Hook would still find a reason to look down on you.
Hook looks mildly intrigued. "Your download ability allows you permanent retention of traits?"
He enters the statistics and materials into his computer with a rapid-fire typing that keeps up with Blackarachnia's rattling them off. He waves the wand at her again, examines the returned data, alters the specs, waves the wand at her again...
"Closer," he mutters.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 13, 2009 20:21:27 GMT -5
"Hookie-mine!" Mixmaster chooses this time to come bounding (as noisily as possible, of course) into the room, with a smile as wide as he can physically make it. "I'm home~!"
He pauses mid-step, tilting his head with exaggerated curiosity. "And you have a g-guest!"
The door was unlocked.
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ooc: Mixmaster-intrusion here with permission
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 13, 2009 22:14:24 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's fists clench and unclench again as she fights the urge to cross her arms over her chest. She feels horribly exposed despite the "non-invasive" scanning procedure.
Having another body suddenly bounding into the room does not help.
"No. It is not normally a permanent thing," she answers, voice flat, "The contamination of the spider DNA in conjunction with their venom caused a fusing at the spark level. It was...highly unexpected."
She cuts her eyes over at Mixmaster, "You two must be related."
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Post by Hook on Sept 13, 2009 22:22:18 GMT -5
"Very highly," Hook murmurs. The idea is patently ludicrous on the face of it. However, it looks to be closer to the truth than any other explanation for why this Blackarachnia is a techno-organic spider.
"Hello, Mixmaster. Don't disrupt my scans. Have you met our new insane chemist? This one's a motorcycle."
Hook taps one his screen, adjusts the settings again, and waves the wand at Blackarachnia again. "Much better... It will need manual adjustment for the last layers, however."
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 13, 2009 23:00:22 GMT -5
"I'm his most beloved gestaltmate!" Mixmaster pipes cheerfully at Blackarachnia as he wanders up behind Hook (and stands just a bit closer than 'too-close' if Hook doesn't move on him) in order to peer at Hook's screens. He's busy processing all the interesting information he'd just heard. Spiders? Fusion? Sparks?
Venom?
Mixmaster's optics turn toward Blackarachnia, regarding her with far too much interest. "Mixing trucks are m-much better than motorcycles," he informs her (and Hook, just in case he needed reminding) firmly.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 14, 2009 22:42:22 GMT -5
Blackarachnia stiffens and her optics narrow. Everything else has fallen to the back of her mind with those last words from Hook.
"And just what adjustments do you need made?"
Really, getting to close to her right now is not a good idea. Though it would give Mixmaster a possible sample of her venom. Just not in the optimal way.
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Post by Hook on Sept 14, 2009 22:54:40 GMT -5
Hook passes the wand to his other hand and unsubspaces his laser-screwdriver. He then proceeds to open up the side of the wand and tweak its innards. "Of course they are, Mixmaster."
He lifts his head at Blackarachnia's question, giving her an arch look. "What makes you possibly think I would tell you how my equipment works?"
His Cybertron doesn't have copyright law. Trade secrets 'r' us, baby.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 15, 2009 21:17:29 GMT -5
Any sample is a good sample, in Mixmaster's opinion. Once he gets over the unfortunate side effects he'd even have a good base to begin experimenting with! What's wrong with that? He gives Blackarachnia a wide, overly-excited smile and turns his attention back to Hook. He'll deal with that later. "D-don't be offended," he says cheerfully. "Hookie is just a bit possessive of his tools. They're very, hm, special to him, yes? Very-very-very 'special'."
Mixmaster giggles and peers around Hook to get a look at the wand, suddenly curious, and reaches forward to try and prod Hook's hand into turning it so he could see it's insides better. He also prepares to dodge in the event that he is suddenly attacked with the screwdriver.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 15, 2009 21:53:11 GMT -5
She relaxes, but just a fraction. So, that wasn't some sneaky way of saying the terms were changing. She's still unsure, though.
Blackarachnia shrugs, "I have some skill in the area of engineering and such. Nothing formal, but I've picked up quite a bit, trying to reverse this. Please, excuse my curiosity."
Since he isn't actively scanning, she does cross her arms over her chest and rocks back on her heels, stretching a bit.
"So, gestaltmates. I read the entry in the database," she cocks her head, "We don't have any such technology in my time."
Safeguard was a big secret, after all, and fond as she is of secret gathering, that isn't one she's privy to.
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Post by Hook on Sept 15, 2009 22:02:42 GMT -5
Trying to prod Hook's hand does get Mixmaster attacked with the screwdriver. "Back, Mixmaster. Look but don't touch."
Once Mixmaster is sufficiently warded off, he returns to adjusting the innards of the wand.
If Blackarachnia has sharp eyes and a sharp mind, she should pick up that Hook is much, much more relaxed with Mixmaster than he has been with her. Or anyone else she may have seen him with.
"It seems both you and the little one have some skill in engineering. Interesting." He pauses. "You want the melding reversed?"
"A number of the alternate realities seem to lack or have abandoned gestalt technology." His tone suggests he thinks they're idiots.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 15, 2009 22:19:10 GMT -5
Mixmaster backs up a few steps and buzzes at Hook before moving right back in, edging up close. "I think they abandoned it only because they couldn't handle it." Mixmaster says whether anyone cares to hear his opinion or not, tilting his head toward Blackarachnia without taking his optics off of the wand. "Or they were scared, maybe. Not everyone is suited for that kind of technology, you know, yes? The p-poor simple machines that they are." Mixmaster shakes his head, edging just a little closer if Hook allows him (and he'll just try again if Hook doesn't).
"So w-why do you want the melding reversed?"
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 15, 2009 22:42:59 GMT -5
Blackarachnia quirks her lips as she watches the two Constructicons play. For play it is, even if that isn't how they mean it.
"Of course I want to reverse it. Who in their right mind would want to go about as a freak if they didn't have to?" She snorts. "Besides, it makes me far too interesting to the mad scientist set."
Speaking of which...
She shifts a bit, "How much longer is this going to take?"
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Post by Hook on Sept 15, 2009 22:50:21 GMT -5
"Well, it depends on whether or not I can make these adjustments in peace." Hook swipes at Mixmaster.
"Honestly, having a functioning pair of processors makes you of interest to the mad scientists around here. That's why they're mad."
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