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Post by Hook on Sept 29, 2008 22:52:29 GMT -5
"Valuable." Hook turns the word over in his mouth, picking apart the meanings inherent to the word. "Valuable. Hm. Yet I am not a tool, and I am most especially not your tool."
Shockwave has no say in Hook's maintenance.
If Shockwave doesn't stop touching him, the cyclops will have no say in his own maintenance. Or anything else at all ever.
"Our Omega Supreme certainly doesn't want to collect us. I have no idea why this other Omega Supreme would do anything - we obviously have a very different history with him over there."
Hook takes a long swig his energon cube as Mixmaster brightly informs Shockwave that it's easy to annoy him. It's true, of course. Hook can't deny it.
"Of course I make strange friends. I know you, don't I?"
The crane finishes his cube, letting it dissolve away into nothing but a faint tingle of energy in his hands.
Privately, to Mixmaster, he suggests, //Let's kill him and use the body for parts on our project.//
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Post by Victoria Raines on Sept 29, 2008 23:47:48 GMT -5
Killing Shockwave would be no easy thing, even for two Constructicons.
Shockwave's thumb moves along Mixmaster's cheek for a few moments before releasing him. Straightening again, he answers the mixer, "I am quite aware of how easy it is to annoy Hook, and tend to do so often, though not always on purpose." Wait, did Shockwave just make a joke?
"Also," he turns to Hook again, "Not all who are valuable are considered tools. Sometimes they are equals, ones whose advice and abilities are to be appreciated and safeguarded. Sometimes, they are merely pawns, their value of no more importance than the life or information they will give up. And sometimes, they are rivals and enemies, and yet still too valuable to break." Like his Ultra Magnus. Like the too-trusting Perceptor Shockwave had ambushed.
"So yes, you are both valuable. And yes, your welfare is important. Do not confuse my practicality with concern, however," Shockwave's voice grows softer, and just a touch more accented, "Even those of such value as yourselves are not above reprimand." He steps into Hook again, fingers just resting on Hook's crane arm, tracing small circles. "Not even you, Hook, are above such."
Hook took liberties when Shockwave lay stripped on the surgeon's worktable. Hook may have forgotten this. Shockwave has not. Getting his own back could be more pleasurable than first expected, if he is careful.
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 4, 2008 23:30:56 GMT -5
Killing Shockwave would be difficult, maybe even impossible. But they are Constructicons and doing the impossible while openly laughing in its face is sorta apart of the job description.
It would be interesting, at the very least.
Mixmaster tilts his head at Shockwave consideringly, but is talking to Hook when he speaks. "I'm the strange one, hmm? I'm not the one whose alternate is trapped in a cage, yes?" What this has to do with the situation? Not even Mixmaster knows.
//Agreed! I want his trigger, though.//
When Shockwave releases him and steps closer to Hook, touching him, Mixmaster straightens and frowns at the two. He shifts, glancing at Hook, and leans forward to rest his chin in one hand. Was it just him, or had the situation just changed? Either way, Mixmaster wasn't entirely sure what he should be doing just yet.
Oh well, he could (despite popular opinion) wait patiently. And point-'n-giggle at completely inappropriate times, of course.
"Hey, hey, are you going to do something inappropriate with my gestalt mate? Because if you are I'd recommend doing it when he's not within arms reach of pain causing devices. They hurt."
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Post by Hook on Oct 5, 2008 0:06:48 GMT -5
"I suspect you are confusing concern with an emotional point rather than an emotional spectrum." This is why Hook has never appreciated the 'logic above all' movement. A person's concerns for one's tools is entirely different from concern for their colleagues, which is on a different level than concern for one's teammates. But no, people with a logic fetish forget about emotional degrees, and then Hook has to weld them-
Shockwave is touching his crane-boom.
//-! gnhgildhgfkill!//
There's a long edge of metal in his hands from his device-making, and Hook jams it under the edge of Mixmaster's chemical platter. He flips the platter at Shockwave, catching splatters of the concoction on his own shoulder when he can't jerk out of the way fast enough.
Whatever it's doing to him, it's bothers the Constructicon less than Shockwave's touching.
"You should listen to Mixmaster. Sometimes he has important things to say."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 5, 2008 9:53:23 GMT -5
Shockwave merely shrugs at Mixmaster's warning. "I have been in more worrisome situations than this with your gestaltmate, Mixmaster, and when he had access to a...more varied array of tools. Which is why he needs reminding-"
He breaks off as he is assaulted by Mixmaster's now-flying goo. Rather than move to dodge he twists in an attempt to shield his hand and optic from as much of the mess as possible. He winds up with the concoction spattered across his arm from wrist to shoulder. A spot of it also landed on the side of his optic casing, just below one headfin, and more of it across his chest. It is unclear at the moment exactly what the mess is or will do to Shockwave's plating, but since Mixmaster seemed about to taste his handiwork earlier, hopefully it will not be too corrosive. It is, however, deucedly uncomfortable. Shockwave dislikes being sticky.
If he still managed to keep his hand on Hook's crane boom, Shockwave will tighten his fingers and try and pull the crane up and back against him. "Such a sudden and violent reaction to a nonviolent and gentle touch- What is the matter, Hook? Did your self-control flee with your sobriety?" Shockwave's optic flashes. "Or is it merely that I dare to take the liberty of touching you in a suggestive way? At least you are in better position to protest now than I was at the time, laid bare as I was upon your table."
Here, Mixmaster, have some more ammo to tease the two of them with.
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 5, 2008 12:42:08 GMT -5
Did Hook just throw Mixmaster's unidentified goo at Shockwave?
...Yes, yes Hook did. Mixmaster scowls at the spatters of goop and crosses his arms. "I told you, I did, Shockwave. Now look what you've done!"
//I was going to use that.// This he says to Hook, a definite whine in his voice. Fine, then, they can live with the stickiness on their own. When it hardens? Well, they could deal with that alone, too.
Mixmaster tilts his head at the gun and the crane when Shockwave speaks, annoyance at the waste of his sludge vanishing completely in les than a second. There's a certain brightening in the chemist's expression; generally this look would equate to 'duck, cover, and pray the explosion doesn't include corrosives.'
"Oh, really, Shockwave?" Mixmaster pins Hook with a dramatically shocked look. "Hook! You inflicted suggestive touchings on the Big Purple? That Big Purple?" He points at Shockwave. "And he let you!?"
He looks back and forth between the two and then throws up his arms. "Why didn't I know about this! Hook, I have to say I'm sorely disappointed, yes I am."
And Shockwave's kind of making Mixmaster nervous now, what with his insistence on the touching of the crane.
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Post by Hook on Oct 5, 2008 13:31:48 GMT -5
Fingers press hard into the metal of the crane-boom. Sticky goo drools down one arm. His own fingers and heels dig into the ground. The whole world is dark, except for the red and yellow glows of optic-lights.
//My use was better. Get him off? Please?//
It's not so much that it's Shockwave holding onto Hook's crane-boom as that it's anyone holding onto Hook's crane-boom. Especially when he's overcharged. All of the extra energy from his drinking has fired up his tactile sensors to maximum sensitivity, and Shockwave's hand feels far too hot and heavy, itching with electrical vibrations that tease sensation throughout Hook's system.
"Yet, I seem to recall you protesting anyway. And yes, he let me, Mixmaster. It wasn't as if I had him tied down or anything." It's totally 'letting' Hook do something if you chose not to shoot him when you're capable of it.
Hook squirms in Shockwave's grip, unsure whether he should fight to get free or sit very, very still and hope it stops. This indecision costs him composure.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 5, 2008 15:57:11 GMT -5
“If by ‘let him’ you mean not granting your infuriating gestaltmate the satisfaction of losing my composure, then, yes, I ‘let him’. That was what you were after at the time, was it not Hook? That and establishing boundaries- or perhaps destroying them,” Shockwave answers. He keeps Hook pulled tight against him for just a moment longer then relaxes his grip, giving that abused crane-boom one last very light caress before stepping away.
Shockwave fixes that yellow optic on Mixmaster once more, the Constructicon’s words finally registering. “Big…Purple…?” Shockwave’s tone gives the definite impression that had he a browridge to match that single optic it would be raised in disbelief, “That…is a new one.”
He has not dismissed the threat of Hook. When he stepped back, Shockwave moved so as watch both Constructicons. The mess splattered across him is beginning to itch, but Shockwave resolves not to show it.
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 5, 2008 17:19:17 GMT -5
Hook said please?
Mixmaser jerks his head up, alert. Hook said please. This must mean some no good, rotten, terrible thing must be on the horizon.
Like the apocalypse, Mixmaster had heard that was supposed to be pretty bad.
The chemist tilts his head toward Shockwave consideringly, but before he can do anything Shockwave has already released Hook. Mixmaster still shuffles his way closer to the two, settling nearer Hook and facing the gun-former.
"Yes, Big Purple," Mixmaster says brightly, and reaches out a hand towards his gestaltmate. He doesn't try to touch the crane just yet, though. "You are, aren't you? How's the energon, by the way. I didn't get to test it and I think you owe me that much at least, yes, to know how it's doing?" Mixmaster's all smiles and friendliness, though his hand doesn't move from where it's left to hover near Hook.
"After all, I don't have it because you two can't keep your courting rituals to yourselves, you can't."
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Post by Hook on Oct 5, 2008 20:23:59 GMT -5
Hook shifts closer to Mixmaster, not near enough that any part of him might touch the chemist. Far nearer than he would willingly come to Mixmaster under normal circumstances, however. "I reminded you that I am neither a tool nor a toy to be trifled with. You would do well to remember that, because you will come back under my knives someday."
Visor-light drops precipitiously at Mixmaster's comment about courting rituals. There's a hissing-rustle of metal cable sliding through releases. Mixmaster ought to recognize the noise, and better still, recognize Hook reaching for his hook to stab into someone's body and yank off important metal plates. "Shut up, Mixmaster!"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 5, 2008 21:13:38 GMT -5
Shockwave sighs and shakes his head at Mixmaster.
"Accurate descriptors those may be, but they are not appropriate means of address, regardless of circumstances. Kindly attempt to impose some amount of editing between your thoughts and vocalization thereof," he says, his tone shifting closer to his default.
"As for the energon...," Shockwave is attempting to ignore the effects of that energon, seeing as a small amount actually did make it's way into his systems by whatever means that those without mouths manage such. It burns, and is not reacting well with his systems. Or perhaps it is. Thank Primus he can handle high grade well. "The energon appears to be just that."
Shockwave goes down on one knee next to Hook, attempting to grab the crane's arm and keep Hook from injuring his gestaltmate. "I do not consider either of you to be tool or toy, and should I become too injured to see to myself, you are the only one I consider skilled enough to repair my systems. I do not fear being under your knives, Hook."
Privately to Hook: //Under the right circumstances, I might look forward to such. And you have definitely had too much to drink this night.//
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 5, 2008 21:43:20 GMT -5
Shockwave is trying to grab Hook. Mixmaster swipes at him, though it's unlikely the swing connects. "'Appropriate means of address'?" Mixmaster repeats, and gives Shockwave a look like he thought the gun-former migh be just a tad bit slow. "You're the Big Purple! You've been the Big Purple since the first touching-of-a-suggestive-nature!" This makes him practically family. Family that may end up in his mixer one day, true, but family all the same.
The Constructicon pauses, and thinks, switching modes in less than a second. "...And is it, the energon, that is? That's good, I thought it might set your internals on fire." It's possible Mixmaster sounds just a bit disappointed that this did not happen.
The chemist has also busy edging away from Hook and his hook, though, while at the same time not losing his playful grin. "And Hook, are you sure you want to painfully maim me while Shockwave is right over there. Really, are you?" Shockwave even gets an apologetic look from Mixmaster as the chemist backs away from Hook! Isn't he being sweet?
And anyway, Shockwave's saying he doesn't fear Hook and Hook's knives. He's saying this to an annoyed, drunk Hook. Obviously, there is something very wrong with the gun-former. He may need to be maimed anyway, only with possibly much less pain. And appropriate tools. And a sober Hook, if he was lucky.
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Post by Hook on Oct 5, 2008 21:59:13 GMT -5
Hook has performed surgery while drunk. Hook has built several thousand bunkers while drunk. Hook has even, in one memorable instance, preached a Sigmatist sermon on the subject of being precise in the programming instructions you use for creating new life while he was drunk.
This does not actually mean Hook can handle himself well in a three-way brawl. Surgery victims tend to be much less mobile than Shockwave is.
"Yes, I am very, very sure I want to maim you-! GET OFF! OFF!" His elbow comes slamming back, aimed for Shockwave's chest. The slam doesn't fully connect, however, as Hook bends elbow and drives his hook into Shockwave's knee-joint.
The alloy making up Hook's hook is a Mixmaster-special. Strong, durable, holds an edge. Maximum efficiency for what Hook needs his hook to do - hold heavy loads and, sometimes, hurt people.
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Shockwave hurt with player permission.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Oct 5, 2008 22:23:20 GMT -5
Hook is Dr. House?
Shockwave hisses sharply when that hook digs into his knee-joint. That hurts, his joints being places where his armour thickness does him little good, especially if the weapon is well-aimed. Shockwave doubts that was the case here, though; Hook was merely luck in his swing, Shockwave thinks.
But with Mixmaster's doctored energon in his systems, Shockwave does not hurt as much as he might. What is more, he feels more than mere pain. Hook's attack is not dulling Shockwave's interest; if anything it sharpens it.
He grasps Hook's wrist, and though the angle does not allow him to remove the hook, his intention is to keep Hook from using it to leverage plating out of place. "Hook. I was not going to let you frivolously damage Mixmaster. You normally have better composure than this. Now. Remove that." Shockwave punctuates his words with surprisingly gentle squeezes on Hook's wrist.
//I do not wish to fight with you this night. Compose yourself.//
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 6, 2008 19:13:02 GMT -5
If Shockwave hadn't ended up with a hook in the knee, Mixmaster may have said something about the 'frivolous damage' thing. But Shockwave does have a hook in the knee and that is obviously far more entertaining than dissecting the Big Purple's words until Shockwave tries to pry the chemist's laser core out with a spork.
So instead of mentioning it, Mixmaster creeps up behind Hook and is now peering over his gestaltmate's shoulder curiously. "That can't feel very good," he says to the crane, tilting his head and eyeing the damage curiously. "Not very good at all!" He sounds far to cheerful, but that soon falls away to be replaced with a considering frown and a soft humming noise.
"Of course," he continues thoughtfully, already edging away, "Shockwave is touching you again, so I suppose he deserves it, hmm?" And with that as a friendly warning, Mixmaster shuffles off to the side, hopefully before Hook has a fit. Or before Hook doesn't have a fit, but better safe than sorry.
This chemist has no desire to deal with Hook having a temper tantrum, especially because of someone elses bull headed determination to pet the rabid crane with no care for the foam gathering at the edges of its mouth. He manages that just fine on his own, thank you very much.
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