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Post by Starfighter on May 20, 2008 22:14:03 GMT -5
"Oh." Starfighter looks a bit disappointed, but doesn't bother to ask why he offered in the first place. It's hardly worth it at this point.
He slumps back again, staring up at the ceiling and idly considering his current position in the world. Drugged, limbs barely mobile, at the mercy of a mad Constructicon...actually, as these things go he's doing all right. The last time he got drugged and kidnapped things had gone far worse for him.
"Thank you for, um, not leaving me out in the hallway," he offers awkwardly.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 20, 2008 22:19:51 GMT -5
Mixmaster watches Starfighter slump back curiously, and tilts his head to the side but says nothing. Motor functions seemed a little loose, stiff. Somewhat awkward, then; he'd have to keep an eye on that.
He perks up at the thanks, though, and visibly preens. "You're welcome!" He says cheerfully to Starfighter.
And then Mixmaster...pulls out a cube of energon, or, at least, something that looks an awful lot like energon.
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Post by Starfighter on May 20, 2008 22:25:48 GMT -5
...what.
Starfighter just stares at it dumbly, assuming it can't possibly be for him. Maybe just to tease him by withholding fuel? He'd seen a few people do that to starving Autobots.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 20, 2008 22:41:17 GMT -5
The brightly glowing liquid sloshes around in its small container as Mixmaster tilts it this way and that. He'd created a Cybertronian version of the humans' arsines when bored, once, and had recently decided to adjust it so it sould be used to spike energon. It wasn't near as strong as its original gas form, but it could cause minor failures in a few of the filtering systems for fuel. It could also affect the overall usefulness of the fuel that wasn't expelled from the mech, leaving the poor transformer weakened and hurting.
Mixmaster glances up and offers it to Starfighter. "What do you think of this, Jetling?"
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Post by Starfighter on May 20, 2008 22:45:31 GMT -5
Starfighter's a bit oblivious sometimes, but he isn't that stupid. "It's a very nice shade of pink," he comments innocently, inwardly resolving to jam his own jaws shut somehow if Mixmaster decided to try shoving it down his throat. "Has a very pleasant glow, too."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 20, 2008 22:52:57 GMT -5
There's a little happy shivering done as Mixmaster draws the cube to his chest and, for lack of a better word, cuddles it.
"I-it's not the strongest I have," he says quickly, possibly too quickly as his vocalizer trips up, and excitedly, looking over at Starfighter with bright optics, "but it's good for a lot-a lot of things." He sets it in his lap carefully and folds his hands around it. "If it's taken in th-then the effectivness of, and the ability t-to handle, fuel is d-drastically affected."
Mixmaster is obviously proud of this, and he beams at his sole audience.
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Post by Starfighter on May 20, 2008 22:55:26 GMT -5
"Affected in a good way, or in a bad way?" Starfighter frowns slightly. He can't really see how a liquid would increase the efficiency of fuel uptake, but there are clear ways it could damage systems enough to make it nearly impossible to take in fuel in the first place.
He lifts his arms again, now folding them in his lap. He's not completely sure if he can walk by now, and decides to take it safe and rest until he's completely functional.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 20, 2008 23:02:38 GMT -5
"Bad." Mixmaster chimes, humming, and tilting his head.
"The humans used chemicals i-in warfare, too, once. Arsines c-cause th-their liver, their main filter, to cease functioning and can cause blood, their life, to become altered." He holds up the cube and points at the liquid.
"I created a form of it for Cybertronians," he tilts his head proudly, "in it's strongest f-form it can cause all filters for fuel to shut down and can cause the energon to become severely weakened once in their systems."
Mixmaster sets the cube back down and grins wider, watching Starfighter carefully.
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Post by Starfighter on May 20, 2008 23:06:22 GMT -5
"What do you plan to use it for?" Starfighter asks, curious in spite of himself. Poisoning the Autobots' energon supply would be difficult, but something like that could make the entire matter worthwhile.
He was perking up a bit, mentally as well as physically. It was better than being laughed at or sitting in silence.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 20, 2008 23:12:32 GMT -5
"I don't have any idea," Mixmaster replies, and tucks the cube away carefully. "I was bored," he shrugs at Starfighter with bright optics and leans back on his hands.
"I was thinking about testing it, but Hook might beat me with my own drum if I did that." He giggles, optics dimming fondly. "B-but he wants to do that most of the time, anyway, I think."
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Post by Starfighter on May 20, 2008 23:14:19 GMT -5
"If you test it on someone else like you did on me, I think Starscream would try to get there first." He scoots away from Mixmaster ever so slightly, still not trusting the chemist not to be weird at him.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 21, 2008 17:50:41 GMT -5
"And that's why I haven't done it yet."
Mixmaster eyes Starfighter as he edges away with amusement, but says nothing about it. Instead he looks up at the ceiling and swings his legs a little.
"The Autobots had an orange ship."
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Post by Starfighter on May 22, 2008 15:27:19 GMT -5
"...yes, I think they did." Oh dear, now come the mad pointless ramblings. Starfighter resigns himself to listening to whatever Mixmaster has to gab off about, he doesn't seem to have much of an excuse to leave.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 23, 2008 18:04:09 GMT -5
"They did," Mixmaster says firmly, and grins.
He looks around and bounces off the berth. "Too little time," he says and twists to ease a few kinks in his wires.
"I'm leaving, then. Stay if you want, go if you want." The chemist waves carelessly and beams at the jet before crossing the bay.
"Good-bye, jetling!"
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OOC: And both of us agree, that closes the thread. All poking and prodding and man-handling of Starfighter was done with permission of his player.
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