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Post by Spinister on May 11, 2008 21:19:22 GMT -5
Singe clamps his hands over his ears, wincing as her disturbs his burned arm. He does not need to hear what the one loopy robot thinks the other loopy robot things about the third loopy robot's trigger. He grumbles to Hairsplitter, <I ought to hit you for saying that.>
<Do you want a tourniquet around your neck?> Hairsplitter inquires, a casual viciousness in his voice.
Hairsplitter wanders over to one of the medical terminals, desperately trying to ignore the giant robots. He climbs up to the massive keyboard and tries to look up if Medical did actually fab up some burn ointment and bandages or if they forgot about the Nebulans.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 11, 2008 21:43:30 GMT -5
Mixmaster freezes when the squishy-looking things enter the bay. His grin slides right off his face and he tenses, curling into himself and closer to Hook.
The chemist tracks the organic with bright optics while dipping into subspace to fish out his laser pistol.
"H-Hook," he sing-songs quietly, jerking at his gestalt-mates hold, "a-are our dear commanders also enlisting the help of organics? O-or do I get to blast a few turbo-r-r-r-rats?" He giggles, and tilts his head towards Hook briefly before fixing his gaze again on the squishy.
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2008 21:50:21 GMT -5
Mixmaster is ignoring his dire threat. Mixmaster is also threatening Spinister's pet guns.
Hook reacts in the clear and proper manner for this. He thwacks Mixmaster in the back of the head. He doesn't bother to pull his punch, either, as Mixmaster is a big mech.
"Do I need to recalibrate your vocoder to fix that stuttering again, Mixmaster? Those are Spinister's guns."
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Smacking Mixmaster done with player permission.
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Post by Spinister on May 11, 2008 21:57:08 GMT -5
Singe, in understandable but heavily accented Decepticon, snaps at Mixmaster, "Hurt me, and Spinister'll tear out your lasercore and have Needlenose rebuild you into a new acid rifle for his collection."
Yes, Singe dares to say that in front of Hook, because Spinister seriously would do that. So what if Mixmaster is the team mate of Lord Hook? If Lord Hook's team mate is going to be that dumb, Spinister would be doing Lord Hook a favour to remove him.
Hairsplitter discovers the location of the burn ointment and bandages and jumps down from the terminal to go seek them out. He says nothing. Singe is better at being mouthy to giant robots than he is.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 11, 2008 22:12:03 GMT -5
Mixmaster yelps at the sharp smack to the back of his head.
He quickly stores his pistol away before he can set it off, and then turns an extremely hurt look on Hook. A very hurt look. Here he was, just trying to be a good Decepticon and gestalt-mate and protect the base and Hook's bay against a possible infestation...
And Hook hits him for it! Mixmaster's optics brighten in a way that has nothing to do with battle and he turns away stiffly and with some exaggeration, laying his head down on his arms and deliberately Not. Looking. At. Hook.
Yes, he is ignoring Spinister's guns. Yes, he also knows that he is very much over-reacting.
But see how mad he is? See how Hurt and Upset you made him? Feel guilty. Feel very guilty.
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2008 22:19:31 GMT -5
Feel guilty over responding to Mixmaster's idiocy with the appropriate contempt to make him stop behaving idiotically? Bah.
The fact that Mixmaster has oh-so conveniently positioned himself to be picked up and carried with a minimum of fuss is just a happy side-effect. Hook gives the Nebulans a wide, slightly manic smile before turning to scoop Mixmaster up over his shoulder. "We really should introduce you to your new roommate."
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Scooping of Mixmaster done with player permission.
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Post by Spinister on May 12, 2008 0:14:04 GMT -5
Hairsplitter, for his part, is happy that the giant robots are ignoring him. It means that he gets to treat and bandage the airhead that is Singe with a minimum of fuss. He retrieves what he needs from a cabinet, makes a mental note to report the quantity and type that he took, and he returns to Singe's side.
Singe opines, <We have got to requisition some alcohol. Ought to have a right to it, if they're going to do that.>
And for once, Hairsplitter really can't argue.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 12, 2008 17:55:38 GMT -5
"H-Hook!"
The startled shout fills the med-bay as Mixmaster's world suddenly goes loopy as he's thrown over his gestalt-mate's shoulder. He flails and squirms frantically, possibly hitting Hook a few times in the process, before finally grabbing onto the crane's armor for support.
His grip is tight and frozen while his fans whir loudly as the adrupt panic fades. Once the initial shock does down Mixmaster squirms in an attempt to kick out at Hook, only to freeze as the movement makes the floor spin.
The chemist slumps against Hook's shoulder and curls up as tight as he can, prodding irritably at any and all plating and seams in his reach while his engine rumbles in queasy protest.
"Hoo-ook," he grumbles, and then nuzzle/buries his face into his gestalt-mates body while shutting off his optics as his equilibrium struggles to reassert itself.
There is also a little bit of a question in there somewhere about the last bit of Hook's words, but he's too busy clinging like an especially determined parasite to bother with it too much. He offers the same notice to the Nebulans now that he knows Hook's okay with them (he's still sore about the smacking, though).
There is semi-apologetic nuzzling to be done.
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Post by Hook on May 13, 2008 19:01:13 GMT -5
Semi-apologetic nuzzling is one of the better kinds. Hook pauses in the doorway, one hand on Mixmaster's drum to balance him, one arm around his knees. "Yes, Mixmaster? Is there something you wanted?"
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Post by Spinister on May 15, 2008 15:04:29 GMT -5
Hairsplitter quietly works on tending to Singe, keep a wary eye on the giant robots. Their rough-housing might accidentally squish someone. Singe, for his part, is pretending that the Constructicons do not exist.
Skippable.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 15, 2008 23:34:16 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe he'd gone a little far with the Purple, but...
But it was Shockwave and...and triggery.
Mixmaster twists around to stare at the back of Hook's head from under his arm, optics bright. Hook was really gonna kick him out over that? For...that? The chemist frowned and snuggled up closer to Hook, latching on securely in order to make the inevitable 'try-to-pry-off-the-screeching-annoyance-slash-obnoxiously-affectionate-idiot' game even more difficult.
"You don't want me to stay with you?" The words were said quietly muffled against Hook's armor, and the pleading note of those gearing up for an outright whine was hard to make out, but there.
He said nothing else; 'testing the waters' so to speak.
So Mixmaster, instead, just focused on snuggling, clicking softly at Hook, and running through the list of available, non-lethal drugs he had on hand in case this didn't work.
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Post by Hook on May 18, 2008 20:15:28 GMT -5
"Now, Mixmaster, it will do you good to get out and meet more of the Decepticons around here. After all, very few of them are people we know from Earth." The pleased malice in his voice quite ruins the illusion that Hook is looking out for Mixmaster at all by doing this.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 18, 2008 21:17:14 GMT -5
Mixmaster's first response is to tighten his grip. His second is tilt his head down/up and scowl at the floor.
Hook...
The chemist squirms a bit before relaxing slightly and burying his head back into the crane's plating.
"S-sorry, Hook. I didn't mean to make you that upset, really...I-I was just ...playing."
Mixmaster mouths lightly at Hook's armor. Depending on Hook's response this can mean one of two things:
Either he's searching for an easily accesible place to insert the chemicals so Hook will have a legitimate reason to cause him a painful deactivation later...or he's trying very hard to apologize without having to actually say the words. Neither is completely false and neither one is completely true. At least not yet.
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Post by Hook on May 18, 2008 23:22:23 GMT -5
Hook cycles air through his mouth and lets go of Mixmaster's knees. The other Constructicon can manage getting to the floor just fine on his own. Or not getting the floor, which Hook may find awkward and annoying.
"You're always 'just playing', Mixmaster. Even when it's with strong bases replacing the cleansers. And no, a base strong enough to melt engineer-grade hand-armor is not an adequate cleanser even though it does remove the grime."
Gestalt-mates. Can't live with them, can't chop them up for spare parts and ener-tea.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 8:08:09 GMT -5
Mixmaster can't quite contain his screech as he's adruptly released and the unexpected weight of his mixing drum carries him over and to the side. His grip is tight enough that he doesn't have to release, but he does so anyway to avoid one arm possibly coming off.
He refreshes his optics once after he hits the floor and runs his suddenly clenched and shaking hand flat-palmed over his mouth. The chemist then twists around and lunges to try and grab Hook's legs in order to wrap himself around them.
Regardless of whether he manages to successfully grab Hook again, Mixmaster leans around to stare up at the crane. "I-It worked," Mixmaster snaps irritably, "there wasn't a mess anymore, there w-wasn't!" Granted there hadn't been much of anything left but who really cared about little details like that?
"And of course I'm always playing," Mixmaster says briskly, "there's no point in doing something if-f you don't enjoy doing it, or can't make it enjoyable later... and if I wasn't playing all the time what would the rest of you do?."
He works his lower jaw slightly, staring up at Hook in annoyance.
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