Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 15, 2009 23:06:35 GMT -5
"Peace, along with being normal and non-melded, is boring-boring-boring," Mixmaster declares to his fellow room occupents, and ducks around closer to Blackarachnia but not quite within arm's reach, planting his hands on his hips. "And honestly, how can you possibly make any sort of adjustment without the constant threat of imminent interruption, hmm?" The last he asks of Blackarachnia, leaning in toward her as though to speak a secret, but not bothering to lower his volume at all. "It takes all the challenge out of it, it does!"
He grins. Blackarachnia may notice that he never really stops grinning. "But, of c-course, some might prefer it that way, yes? It is simpler, after all."
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 16, 2009 10:16:52 GMT -5
Blackarachnia shifts so that her optics can follow Mixmaster as he moves about. She's quite sure both Constructicons are a bit off in some way- joined as they are has to be a bit maddening, after all- but Mixmaster worries her more at the moment. He seems...unpredictable.
"Well, I'd like to be done with all this so, try and leave your...whatever you two are aside from gestaltmates alone so he can finish. I'm not fond of being the bug in the bell jar."
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Post by Hook on Sept 16, 2009 17:49:18 GMT -5
Mixmaster's sudden diversion of attention allows Hook to focus on finalizing his wand adjustments. A few parts get removed and replaced, a few wires get bent in new directions, a few bits and pieces get laser-screwdrivered into something new and strange.
Then he closes the wand back up. "Mixmaster, move."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 17, 2009 20:31:42 GMT -5
Mixmaster moves. He shuffles approximately three inches to one side.
"Aww," Mixmaster says, frowning at Blackarachnia, "but he likes it when I don't leave him alone!" He glances toward Hook, frown still very much in place. "You don't want me to leave you alone, Hook, right, yes?"
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 18, 2009 23:21:20 GMT -5
Blackarachnia's cants her optics upward in the traditional "Lord Help me" gesture as Mixmaster obeys the letter, and not the spirit of hook'd request. She then drops her arms back to her sides, assuming Hook would prefer to have her in her original position for these other scans.
Her fists are still clenched though.
"Is he always this damnably difficult, Hook, or only when he's harassing his relatives?"
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Post by Hook on Sept 19, 2009 20:17:30 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know. I only see him when he's harassing his relatives." Hook steps forward in order to outright shove Mixmaster out of the way.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 19, 2009 22:44:07 GMT -5
Mixmaster allows himself to be shoved aside with his only reaction being to giggle softly and dart around behind Hook in order to try and peer over his engineer's shoulder again. "I d-don't harass," Mixmaster says. "I cleverly inspire conversation and interaction."
He hums and makes to lean (sprawl, really) against Hook's back. "Not with just anyone though, it's true," he concedes.
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Tasha Walker
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She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 21, 2009 22:53:02 GMT -5
At Mixmaster's assertion that his attentions are not for all, Blackarachnia arches one set of eyes up.
"Really. So pray tell me what habits I need to avoid so as not to be come one of those you "cleverly inspire" on a regular basis," she says dryly.
She fights the urge to fidget again. Gah, but this is pushing so many of her buttons. Keep up the banter, keep up the conversation, and try not to call too much more attention to her discomfiture.
"How on Cybertron do you get anything done with him all over you, Hook?
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Post by Hook on Sept 22, 2009 22:23:11 GMT -5
"Practice. Mind the crane-arm, Mixmaster." It is prone to cracking under undue stresses, and that's always a miserable experience.
Hook waves the wand at Blackarachnia, then twists away from Mixmaster so he can get back to his viewscreen and check on the results. Mixmaster may get dragged along for that trip if he's stubborn.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 23, 2009 21:03:30 GMT -5
Blackarachnia is given strange look and when Mixmaster speaks it's slow and careful. "If you don't want my attention then just don't be at all interesting. It's simple, yes? Obvious?"
Hook moves and Mixmaster does indeed cling to his gestaltmate, simply twisting about to keep his optics on Blackarachnia, mindful of the crane arm without even thinking about it. "But that's not for you to be concerned with! How are you p-part organic, anyway?" He even looks honestly curious before he pauses, stilling abruptly and flickering his optics in surprise as a thought takes him somewhere many would probably like him to never go. A second later he's clinging tightly to Hook, bouncing slightly on his toes and rushing to speak without a care as to whether he's interrupting anyone or not. "Hey, hey, Hook, do you think we could do something like that? I could have-have four arms!"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 25, 2009 20:32:26 GMT -5
Right, just don't be interesting. Nevermind that if she takes pains to be bland, she will then become interesting by default. She knows this game.
She is about to snark as much when Mixmaster makes his passionate entreaty.
"You simply can't be serious!" Blackarachnia actually moves from her spot, taking a few steps forward like she means to possibly smack some sense into him. Her incredulity is obvious.
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Post by Hook on Sept 25, 2009 23:33:20 GMT -5
"You can have four arms without being part-organic, Mixmaster. Don't be idiotic." Hook looks over the readings on his viewscreen and nods. To himself, mostly, since Mixmaster and Blackarachnia are having a completely different conversation from the one he's having with himself.
"That is the last of it."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Sept 28, 2009 22:35:07 GMT -5
"Of couse I'm serious, and becoming part organic would be f-far more interesting, Hook," Mixmaster argues stubbornly. He watches Blackarachnia curiously as she steps closer, smiling cheerfully. He's intimidated.
"You could be a...a..." Mixmaster makes an attempt to speak over his gestaltmate, optics flickering as he runs through his own miscellaneous files. "What are those little green ones that eat their mates, Spider-lady, hmm? Do you know?"
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Tasha Walker
Minor
She's got legs, she knows how to use them. She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
Posts: 430
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Post by Tasha Walker on Sept 28, 2009 23:44:47 GMT -5
Blackarachnia snorts, "Interesting is not the word I would choose to describe it."
She moves cautiously closer to the pair. She is interested, after all, in what Hook is able to discern from his scans. Mixmaster's question, however, makes her lips twitch into a crocodile's smile.
"Praying mantis, if you are referring to the earth creature. But do you really wish him to become one?" She tilts her head, "That would make you the prey, being a 'mate' of his, after all." Her tone is teasing with a slight nasty edge, just shy of cutting.
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Post by Hook on Sept 30, 2009 16:20:42 GMT -5
"Yes, Mixmaster, I know you find potentially violent reactions to be very interesting. However, I have always stood by the Kaonic interpretation that 'may you live in interesting times' is a curse," Hook says, hardly paying attention to Mixmaster's efforts to make him into an insect.
Blackarachnia stepping closer gets a look from him, then a thoughtful glance towards Mixmaster. "If only the possibilities weren't potentially more annoying than not..."
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