Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Jun 30, 2008 22:39:11 GMT -5
Mixmaster was bored.
This was not a usual state for Mixmaster to be in at any given point in time. Especially not at a party surrounded by many potential and semi-willing vict-...err friends.
So yes, Mixmaster was bored and aimlessly walking in circles as he tried to think of something to do. There was nothing to tamper with; he was pretty sure that had been fairly well covered by now. The alternates were everywhere and his gestalt-ma...
Mixmaster froze mid-step as he processed his sudden epiphany.
His gestalt-mates.
With a wide grin and a happy little cackle Mixmaster flipped himself around. "Oh, Hoookie!" He called, heading off with a happy bounce to his step in search of his dear, beloved teammate.
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 1, 2008 20:06:23 GMT -5
Omega Supreme wants to see if some drink will get his caged bird singing. The Guardian doesn't trust what's been sitting out so long, not at this party.
He doesn't trust this Mixmaster, but he trusts that this Mixmaster doesn't want to be held upside-down and violently shaken by a Guardian robot, either.
Omega Supreme Supreme kneels down, cage in hand, and he asks, "Could you make something for my Hook to drink?"
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 1, 2008 22:53:25 GMT -5
Hook stands in his cage, one arm braced against the side. He is watching Mixmaster quite intently, but remains silent.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 2, 2008 21:22:02 GMT -5
When Omega kneeled down in front of him Mixmaster yelped and stumbled back several steps; only just keeping himself from toppling over onto his skidplate.
Just because he knew this Omega was supposedly on their side and therefore not technically supposed to painfully and messily dismantle him didn't make the situation any less terrifying. Especially when he caught a glimpse of just what was trapped behind the crystal and his mind went blank with...nothing, really. Shock?
"A...d-dri-nk?" Mixmaster repeated distantly, off-balanced by the sight of the cage and its occupant. His shock kept him still and quiet before the situation finally caught up to him. "Eh-heh-heh, of c-course I can!" His bright tone was noticeably forced and his smile wavered uneasily as he looked up at the Guardian.
And even though it was probably a suicidal thing to be doing, not keeping his sight on the 'enemy', Mixmaster couldn't keep his optics on Omega's face. They kept flickering back over to the disturbing view of the semi-warped figure that was his (or a version of his) trapped gestalt-mate.
Only one thing to do in this situation.
//HOOOOOOOOK!//
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 4, 2008 11:06:28 GMT -5
Omega Supreme wouldn't mind adding this Mixmaster to a pretty crystal cage and thereby explanding his aviary of Constructicons. However, he isn't making any threatening motions, and he isn't about to break the truce. Truce-breaking takes effort. Better to kick back, relax, and enjoy the party.
He offers Mixmaster a smile, and he asks, "What's got you rattled, little chemist? Surely not me. I wouldn't hurt a..." he glances over at his caged Hook, "...well. Something good to drink, y'know?"
Omega Supreme does so hope that Mixmaster gets his drift, there.
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 5, 2008 19:37:22 GMT -5
//He's frightened of you. Deeply, genuinely frightened.// Hook comments on the Crystal City-3 frequency.
This Mixmaster is frightened of Omega Supreme. Not the sort of dreading fright Hook and his own Constructicons, but...
What happened between this Mixmaster and his Omega Supreme?
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 5, 2008 23:47:53 GMT -5
When a mech the size of Omega crouches down over anybody it's going to make someone at least a little uneasy. When that someone is a 'bot who's one of those at the top of the guy's alternate's hit list it's not going to make things any better. Especially not when they're toting around a cage with a version of a Constructicon inside of it.
Mixmaster crosses his arms as best he can, stance widening as he focuses his gaze solely on Omega with no little amount of effort. "E-Everything I create is good." He says, and shifts his weight a little from foot to foot as he tries to pretend he's not scared. Mixmaster's making it a point to ignore the fact that he's already made his terror abundantly clear.
His gaze flickers back to the trapped Hook-thing and a nervous giggle escapes him. "It depends on what sort of 'good' you want, it really does." He pulls out his only cube of energon that, though tampered with, was not poisoned, and cradles it close to his body with hands that tremble only slightly. He peers back up at Omega without another word, focusing instead on messaging Hook again.
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 8, 2008 11:31:40 GMT -5
Omega Supreme can tell that he scares this Mixmaster. He knows that he scares people. He scares people just by existing. As a Quintesson peace enforcer, a prison guard, and now as a warrior, being able to scare people is a useful ability.
It's a bit of a mood-killer at parties, though.
He replies to Hook, //I can kinda see that, you know. But... why me? What have I done?// Aside from the obvious of stuffing Hook in a cage.
Omega Supreme sits down in the same general area as Mixmaster, crossing his legs and balancing Hook's cage on a knee. He tries to smile at Mixmaster, but he keeps his lips closed behind that glassy visor. Waving his now free hand, he directs, "Something that isn't going to screw Hook up in the head permanently or damage him irrepairably."
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 8, 2008 20:02:59 GMT -5
//Why don't you ask him?//
Hook leans closer to the bars of his cage, gaze on Mixmaster. "Something without additives would be good."
He sounds... tired. Tired in a way that Mixmaster's Hook would never be. As if he doesn't expect Mixmaster to comply, not because he's Mixmaster, but because this is Hook and the universe never cuts him a break.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 8, 2008 20:43:12 GMT -5
Mixmaster flinches away from Omega as the guardian sits, the movement startling him enough to almost cause him to drop the cube he had in his hands. It took him a few seconds of hard staring at Omega before the chemist finally decided that the large alternate really wasn't going to try anything just yet and Mixmaster can finally let himself relax just a little.
He tilts his head up at Omega, a soft clicking noise coming from his vocalizer in response to the guardian's request, along some uncertain shifting at the smile. "U-understandable," the chemist responds quickly, smiling back awkwardly. "I-I can-" He cuts off abruptly and jumps when the alternate Hook decides to speak; looking over at the cage quickly in surprise. Oh, that was disconcerting. Very, very odd to hear Hook's voice coming from something that tired.
"Y-you can speak?" He asks, the words coming out automatically as his 'when at a loss: Annoy' sub-routine takes momentary control of his frozen vocalizer. "And a-are you re-eally sure you don't want any additives? Really?" He's completely serious under the teasing tone. If he were trapped in a cage with Omega toting him around then he was pretty sure he'd want drugs. A lot of them.
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 9, 2008 14:52:50 GMT -5
//Why don't I ask him? Ehn... good point. You always were the brains, Hook,// Omega Supreme replies.
His optical ridges knit in mild annoyance, and he snaps, "Of course Hook can talk." What good is a caged bird if it won't sing? He taps the top of the cage fondly. "And he's a great listener, too."
Then, Omega Supreme takes Hook's advice and asks of Mixmaster, bluntly, "What's got you so afraid of me? Is it what I've done," he glances at the caged Hook, "or what my alternate's done?"
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 9, 2008 18:31:13 GMT -5
Funnily enough, Mixmaster's reaction is so... Mixmaster that a smile appears briefly on Hook's face. It's a wan thing that doesn't seem comfortable on him, and then it's gone.
"No. I neither talk nor desire additives."
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 9, 2008 22:09:10 GMT -5
And about this time, guess who should stumble up, but the lovable Needlenose, still partially leaning against, partially groping Spinister.
"What do you mean, not quiet?" Needlenose demands of Spinister. "I'm as quiet as I need to be!" The edges of optics show smile-lines, as though suggesting his comments were, perhaps, meant to be overheard all.
"But oh, what's this? New arrivals to the party? My my!" Needlenose nods to Mixmaster, than waves to Omega Supreme. "Omega Supreme! Welcome!" Then his antennae fall back on his head as he leans forward. "Is that Hook in a cage?"
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Post by Spinister on Jul 10, 2008 8:18:29 GMT -5
Spinister looks a bit out of it, to be honest. He is either tolerating or unaware of how Needlenose is touching him.
However, Spinister is more aware than he looks, and Omega Supreme is a hard one to miss. Spinister has seen that cage before, but he does his best to look dully surprised by it.
He gives Mixmaster a vague nod of greeting - is this one a filthy syk dealer, too? In response to Needlenose's question, a question not asked of him, Spinister murmurs, "Looks like."
As for Needlenose's previous statement, Spinister is just going to assume that Needlenose knows what he's doing, because Spinister sure doesn't.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 10, 2008 22:22:09 GMT -5
Mixmaster jerks back when Omega snaps at him, tensing up again. "W-Well, sorry," he grumbles to himself, "how was I s-supposed to know that?" He straightens at Omega's next question, peering up at the guardian curiously. "I've only known you for as long as we've been t-talking, I have. I-It could be you, maybe, but most likely it's the one I know, I think." His grin is still shaky, but a bit more stable as he straightens fully.
Hook's response is meant with a moment of silence and a blank look. He said doesn't speak...but he does...he says he doesn't want additives... Mixmaster flickers his optics and grins. That is too good of a loophole to pass up, it really is.
He tilts his head in Spinister's and Needlenose's direction, grinning happily at the nods and waving with the one hand not preoccupied with holding his cube. "He~llo!"
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