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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 11, 2008 9:21:24 GMT -5
"It's not Line and Sinker in a cage," Omega Supreme replies to Needlenose, unknowingly making a comic pun. He twitches an optic when he sees how Needlenose and Spinister are hanging off each other, and he drawls, "Those two are a sight, aren't they, Hook?"
He sure doesn't think that his Hook and Spinister are that... close. His Spinster with anything that moves, maybe, but not his Needlenose.
Verbally, he tries to prod Mixmaster into being a bit more chatty. "...right. What did my other self do, then?"
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 12, 2008 16:39:57 GMT -5
Hook has to take his amusements somewhere. Messing with Mixmaster was definitely higher on the list than anything else he could do while in his cage.
Seeing Spinister causes him to flinch, a finger-length of line dropping. It's not his Spinister, it's not the one who promised to come back for him. That's as obvious as Omega Supreme's cannon in the way Spinister and Needlenose are all entwined in each other.
He turns his head away, not wanting to see the helicopter.
Omega asked him a question. Ignoring it would be unwise. "Yes. Quite a sight."
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Post by Needlenose on Jul 12, 2008 19:21:02 GMT -5
Ah, but Needlenose has never met Line and Sinker, so he just gives Omega Supreme a rather strange look when he answers Needlenose's question. In fact, it takes him a few minutes to process the joke - his obsession with xeno-culture is limited to fads, and fishing isn't exactly faddish. When he finally figures it out, one antennae quirks back and his shoulders droop.
"Ah. Ha ha. Ha." he answers, voice dripping with the sort of condescending politeness normally associated with High School cheerleaders.
"Weeeeeeell," Needlenose starts, and then pauses. "Weeeeeeeeeeell."
"Well, I think it's time we moved on. Good evening, Mixmaster. Omega Supreme. Hook-in-cage." He inclines his head towards each one in turn, and then turns away, now leaning more heavily on Spinister than before.
"Perhaps it's time we quit the party," he murmurs into Spinister's audio receptor, "and seek more private... entertainments?"
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Post by Spinister on Jul 14, 2008 9:47:13 GMT -5
Spinister observes the sarcasm and interplay and double-meanings. Well. Their own Hook should be able to protect Mixmaster. If Spinister is really needed, he will be summoned.
Spinister notes fuzzily, "Can't see Mirage."
If he can't see Mirage, then Spinister doesn't have to be seen, either.
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 14, 2008 18:20:24 GMT -5
...And now they were leaving; green shoulders droop even as Mixmaster cocks his head in Needlenose's direction and grins a little sharply. "I hope you h-have a great night then!"
The chemist turns his gaze back to Hook, avoiding Omega's question for now, and tilts his head in the opposite direction curiously at the not-Hook's reaction before seeming to shrug it off with a cheerful grin at the alternate Constructicon.
Mixmaster then takes a small step back from the guardian before dropping into a crouch to fiddle with his cube, drawing a small container of purple powder from his subspace. "Th-this will help give the energon a slight high-grade effect," the chemist says simply, nervously before holding the container up so Omega could see it clearly. Then, after a slight pause where Mixmaster curled back over his cube, "n-nothing much," he says happily, and he doesn't bother to mention that that he's finally answering Omega's question, "not anything, really."
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 15, 2008 12:42:31 GMT -5
Maybe Omega Supreme notices Hook flinch. Maybe he doesn't. He is massive, and Hook is tiny. Omega Supreme muses, "Lucky, the two of them."
No one's in a cage in that relationship. There might be drugs or reprogramming or blackmail involved - Omega Supreme cannot say, but he can say for sure that no one is in a cage.
Omega Supreme sees Hook turn away, and he asks, amost sounding concerned, "Colours too bright for your optics?"
He's a bit slow on the uptake and thinks Mixmaster's still on about what the powder does and doesn't do, so he asks, "What, was it worse than putting Hook in a cage?"
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 16, 2008 1:03:04 GMT -5
"No. Not too bright." Hook's optic-band dims as he turns back to watching Mixmaster. His voice is still quiet, worn. "Too strange."
Something snaps, an ancient vault uncovered and flashing bright in the light, as Mixmaster speaks of nothing having happened at all. This one may be a druggist and a madman, but he is still Mixmaster, and Hook still knows him as well as any of the Constructicons. "Do not lie."
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 20, 2008 19:57:42 GMT -5
Mixmaster freezes over his cube and looks back up at Omega warily. "W-worse than Hook in a cage?" The chemist tilts his head to the side as though considering the question. "Hmm...worse than...worse than..."
He shrugs and looks back down at his cube, humming cheerfully. "I wouldn't kn-know! I've never been in a c-cage!" Well...at least not in the way that the alternate Hook's being kept in a cage.
There's another pause and a slight flinch as Mixmaster processes Hook's statement. He looks back up at the alternate of his gestalt mate with a carefully flat expression as he tries to figure out a way to respond that won't get him painfully maimed; he really wasn't in the mood for that tonight.
(And it was probably best to not give this Omega any ideas like...reprogramming, most definitely not.)
Mixmaster's face relaxes into a grin, and he forces his hands to unclench from around his container. "Well I don't know what you're talking about not-Hook! Is it my mix? I can a-assure you that nothing here is poisonous or harmful to aaany part of you. Really-really!"
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 21, 2008 10:23:39 GMT -5
Omega Supreme points out cheerily, too cheerily, to Mixmaster, "I could put you in a cage, if you'd like. See how you enjoy it." He grins at Mixmaster. "That said, what did my alternate do? I understand that he has the same destructive power as myself... but I don't have much of an imgination, yanow?"
His grin vanishes, and a glare takes hold of his optics. Mixmaster isn't very funny!
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 21, 2008 23:08:53 GMT -5
Expression shifts easily on Hook's face, his voice no longer so tired as he speaks to Mixmaster. His tone is almost teasing, warming by the moment. "Did I say you were lying about the cube, Mixmaster?"
And then Omega offers to cage Mixmaster, and everything goes out. Hook does not even like stricken, just... empty.
He backs away from the front of the cage until his crane-boom hits the back wall, and he just stands there.
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 21, 2008 23:32:07 GMT -5
Mixmaster snaps straight at Omega's...offer and then slinks down to curl over his cube at the glare, shoulder's trembling lightly even as he tries to force his hands steady. The powder drops not-quite-evenly into the cube as words fall from Mixmaster's vocalizer without thought.
"N-no! No, really, it's all...all right, it is, it is! I don't need to know about a c-cage, really. I don't. You don't have...have t-to. I think I can imagine, yes! I'm sure I c-can!"
His head comes up, optics bright and arms trembling, finally registering that Hook had spoken. He has a trembling smile as he clings to the teasing warmth in the alternate Constructicons voice. "N-no I don't...don't suppose you didn't, really, I do-" He sees that Hook isn't standing where he had been and is now mostly out of Mixmaster's line of sight. That triggers something in the chemist and he scrambles to his feet unsteadily, leaving the cube on the ground. His optics are on Omega as he starts backing away slowly, steps unsteady and shaky.
"J-just an...an Autobot yes-yes? A b-bit more focused on us Constructicons and our p-painful demise than others, true but...a-and the...the," Mixmaster take a moment to force the words out, "the attempt at reprogramming once. N-not...not...anything..."
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 23, 2008 9:33:12 GMT -5
Omega Supreme has ruined everything, as usual. Why does he even bother? The only reason why anyone would even miss him if he just packed up and flew off into space is because he can destroy cities on his own, rather quickly. If he was a smaller spacer, like Skyfire, he could just desert and be free.
His optics gleam, and he holds up his gun arm, something rather small extending from the tip, something resembling a datajack. He holds it up to the starlight and considers it, and he muses, "And let me guess, it was just as useless in your reality as it was in mine?"
There are no easy fixes and no happy endings. Nothing can put the household of Omega Supreme and the Constructicons back together again.
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Post by Hook-3 on Jul 23, 2008 15:17:53 GMT -5
Hook remains standing in the back of his cage, silent.
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Post by Mixmaster on Jul 23, 2008 16:33:11 GMT -5
"Er...it...was?" Mixmaster says distractedly. Most of his attention is on the little piece of metal sticking out of this Omega's gun arm.
"Heh-heh...eh, th-the d-drink should be ready in a little while. It...just needs time to set." Mixmaster hazards a glance to where the caged Hook had been standing previously and he tilts his head, raising his voice just a little bit. "D-depending on your Hook's t-tolerance it might make him fall into recharge q-quicker. H-he'd be fine just...recharging." And, if the minor hallucinogen worked right, experiencing fairly pleasant dreams.
"D-did you need anything else?" Mixmaster asks, drum rolling a bit as his gaze is once again drawn to the tip of the gun arm.
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Post by Omega Supreme-3 on Jul 29, 2008 8:32:32 GMT -5
Omega Supreme points out, idly, "Can't have worked too well. You're a Decepticon, and my Hook's in a cage."
He peers over at Hook, and he directly asks, "Do you want to be recharging?"
Omega Supreme retracts the little device at the tip of his gun arm and lowers that arm to his side, shaking his head. "There is rather little that you would do for me, I think."
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