Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 18, 2008 21:55:01 GMT -5
Mixmaster shifts a bit to allow the jet up, finally releasing his legs entirely and folding his own as best he could against his chest, using them to rest his chin on and wrapping his arms around them to leave himself in as non-thretening position as he could.
"Doing what you're told is a good thing," Mixmaster responds and flickers his optics in the Cybertronian version of a wink. Completely platonic, of course. "H-Hook's probably happy that someone listens to him. We don't do that too much." Obviously, at least to him, he's referring to the gestalt. "Well, except Scavenger, but the Scrounge listens to everyone."
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Post by Starfighter on May 18, 2008 22:01:30 GMT -5
Starfighter sits up warily, pulling one leg up and leaving the other stretched out. He attempts a nervous chuckle. "Heh, well, I figured it would be better for me if if I did. Can't have everyone being backstabbers or we'd all get in each others' ways."
His wingmate said something like that when he was drunk. Not the best of times to gather wisdom, but it seemed useful enough.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 18, 2008 22:18:04 GMT -5
He's relaxing a little, that's good. Mixmaster mentally puffs up in pride for himself. Very good.
The chemist snickers at the jets words. And on top of that, this jet really was just too cute.
"True, true. Going to stick a knife in someone's back, only to find it in someone else wo was going for the same thing, and one in yours from someone who was going for the one you did stab." Mixmaster flares his optics in a friendly way at the seeker. "That would not work out v-very well, it wouldn't."
He keeps the stuttering because a stuttering mech normally seems less threatening.
Mixmaster then then glances up and down the length of Starfighter's body, careful to keep his gaze as professional as possible with enough worry to make it believable.
"A-are you all right? Y-you seemed a little j-jumpy and..." Mixmaster tilts his head down in feigned embarassment. "I-I really-really-really didn't mean to frighten you...I was j-just excited and..."
Here he trails off. "I-I'm sorry."
Because he's just all nice and innocent like that.
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Post by Starfighter on May 18, 2008 22:49:11 GMT -5
"It's all right, sir, really," Starfighter answers soothingly. "Just that some of the mechs around here are a little rough, not really what I'm used to." The stuttering's definitely working on Starfighter, he feels a lot safer around a mech who's as nervous and eager for approval as he is.
"You were excited to see me?" he asks shyly, folding one arm around his knee and holding his datapad close to his chest.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 18, 2008 23:05:11 GMT -5
Very naive jet, this one.
Mixmaster smiles brightly at Starfighter, flickering his optics. "Th-that's good. I was a l-little worried..." He laughs lightly and tilts has head in a friendly manner.
"And of c-c-course I was!" He replys happily, "H-Hook knows you a-and he seems to like you..." Mixmaster trails off sheepishly. "I-I'm just worried about him, a l-little," he holds up his hand with his thumb and forefinger barely held apart. "I-It was nice to l-learn he wasn't too l-lonely. And y-you seem nice... I-I was worried someone would have...t-tried to take ad-advantage of him or...something."
Mixmaster smiles apologetically and hunches his shoulders a little, but doesn't try to disguise the darker tones in his last few words. Let the jet think him just a concerned gestalt-mate, maybe it would work in his favor.
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Post by Starfighter on May 18, 2008 23:35:15 GMT -5
"Oh-me? No, no, never!" Starfighter holds up his hands submissively, now worried for Mixmaster as well as himself. "I mean, I just work for him, do what I can to be useful. I'm not the manipulative type, you go to the Mayhems or Starscream for that. I only want to serve the Decepticons as best I can."
Mixmaster's not so bad. Just a few mental quirks, nothing weirder than what he'd seen back on Cybertron. Probably got picked on as much as he did.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 7:42:29 GMT -5
It was probably a good thing this wasn't Starscream. He would have been found out and killed long before this if it was...maybe.
Then again, if it were most others he probably would have had to go with forcing/sneaking-and-running instead of hanging around and talking. Oh well.
"I-I didn't mean to i-imply that you w-w-would now!" Mixmaster exclaims with a soft urgency. "J-Just had to be s-sure, I did..."
He's sits quietly for a second before brightening up adruptly, optics bright and excited as he smiles hopefully at Starfighter.
"H-hey, hey, c-can I show you s-something?"
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 10:34:35 GMT -5
"Sure." Starfighter leans in a bit closer, still smiling nervously but openly at him. It was probably something small, too complex for him to understand but still worthy of pride. And Mixmaster seemed to want to impress him.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 17:35:09 GMT -5
There's a single happy trill and Mixmaster makes a sudden move forward as though he's going to hug the jet before visibly restraining himself and leaning back. He gives an apologetic wave and then begins to dig through his storage, bringing out random vials, beakers and flasks containing chemicals or mixtures he'd dubbed too unstable for subspace.
He finally found a tiny vial that contained a small bit of the relaxent he'd created for Long Haul. Proudly he held the indigo mixture out in the middle of his palm to show Starfighter, using his other hand to replace the items he'd removed.
"See-see!"
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 18:02:09 GMT -5
"Oh..." Starfighter peered at it curiously, reaching out a hand to touch it before quickly drawing back again. Touching Constructicon things without permission tended to get you yelled at, and that was if you were lucky.
"Um...what is it?" he asked awkwardly, feeling stupid for not having chemical analysis sensors.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 18:53:51 GMT -5
When the hand reaching out to touch the little vial retreats the chemist relaxes.
"I-it's a relaxent," Mixmaster declares proudly, closing his hands loosely but protectively around the mixture. "I-if it w-works right then it sh-should help relieve the one who uses it of any p-pain or discomfort, and maybe even allow their processor to store and run through information with more ease." His stuttering noticeably vanishes as he speaks to Starfighter, his other hand making meningless gestures in the air.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 18:58:38 GMT -5
"Oh, that's clever." Starfighter smiles, genuinely interested in such an invention. He likes being relieved of pain and panic, and most medics never even make an attempt to alleviate either. "Have you had a chance to test it yet? We'll probably get a lot of wounded after our next attack on the Autobots, they'd probably be grateful for the chance to volunteer."
In his intellectual curiosity, he doesn't notice the stutter leaving the room.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 19:03:54 GMT -5
Mixmaster stills and slowly lowers his arm to tuck it and the little vial against his chest sheepishly.
"Ah, n-no..." he fiddles with the vial, pretending to avoid Starfighter's gaze to watch the liquid swish around inside. "Nobody wants to... a-and I c-can understand that!" He looks up quickly and then down again just as fast. "B-But...I can't really t-test it on myself and record the r-results a-a-acc...correctly and I d-don't want someone to get hurt if I...make a mistake, I don't-don't..."
It's almost painful to say that he might make a mistake on something this simple. But it must be done.
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Post by Starfighter on May 19, 2008 19:08:28 GMT -5
Starfighter almost offers to record the results for him, but realizes that he's hardly qualified to take comprehensive notes when he's barely a fledgling medic. His tone turns soothing, and he wishes he could put a reassuring hand on Mixmaster's shoulder.
"Well, you could use someone lower down, like Duskwing or Shortround, people won't worry as much if something malfunctions in their systems. If you give them something to relieve the pain after they've been injured I doubt they'll complain. And I know the Constructicon reputation, sir, I know it'll be fine."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 19:24:02 GMT -5
There's a tiny little bit in him that deflates at the lack of offer from the jet while the rest of him puffs up at the complement, even if it's a complement from someone like Starfighter.
"I-I would," Mixmaster offers and chirrs a little, "b-but Hook won't let me u-use my experiments on p-patients unless they've b-been tested." Mixmaster flicks his optics up to catch Starfighter's and giggles quietly. "H-He doesn't want to deal with the p-paperwork if something goes wrong..."
"Th-thanks!" He says to the complement, brightening. He again makes the little surging motions like he's going to try and hug Starfighter, but again he holds himself back with a sheepish hunch of his shoulders and some nervous clicking.
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