Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 1, 2009 22:22:20 GMT -5
Mixmaster giggles and flutters his hands about in the air, beaming happily. "Curse, maybe, yes. But only if you want it to be, I think."
He glances over toward his new subject-of-interest. Mixmaster had noticed the bite to Blackarachnia's words, of course. He's just well-versed in the art of so blatantly ignoring such things that he might as well not be ignoring them at all, which is why he also moves closer to Blackarachnia, edging up near in not-quite-but-almost the same way he'd gotten closer to Hook. "I would be extremely displeased if he didn't try and eat me," Mixmaster announces happily. "Should we try that next time, Hook? I c-could return the favor, even!"
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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 Oct 2, 2009 15:16:37 GMT -5
One set of eyes quirks much higher than the other at Mixmaster's question to Hook. Well, at least that further strengthens her theory that the family bond isn't the only one between these two. And that is something she just doesn't want to ponder too much.
"I doubt either of you would be a gourmet's delight," she snarks, arms crossing over her chest. She doesn't give ground when Mixmaster crowds her; after all, he's just moved withing stinging range.
"And the praying mantis isn't the only insect who eats its mate."
So she's technically an arachnid. Let's not split hairs.
"What do you think of your findings, Hook?
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Post by Hook on Oct 2, 2009 23:42:46 GMT -5
"I think I'd like to see a demonstration of what these computers connected to your stingers are for," Hook says.
Come on, Mixmaster is in range.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 3, 2009 18:23:19 GMT -5
Mixmaster is definitely in range.
He's also sporting a shimmeringly-innocent smile and his hands are clasped together as delicately as it is physically possible for him to make himself look. He'd like a demonstration too, yes please.
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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 Oct 3, 2009 20:31:51 GMT -5
"Oh, would you now?," Blackarachnia asks when Hook expresses his interest. There's a faint smile on her lips, and she brings one finger up to just rest on her cheek as she tilts her head and looks down at Mixmaster.
Her stingers stab forward and down into Mixmaster's shoulders. The Constructicon shudders for a moment before collapsing to the floor.
"Then take a look at him." She frowns,"Well, now, he doesn't have much that's usable. I feel gypped. However," the frown deepens, "I now appear to have access to a modified transform sequence which makes absolutely no sense. The chemical spray's not too bad, though."
OOC: stabbing and posing of Mixmaster w/ permission. Mixmaster is also now skippable.
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Post by Hook on Oct 3, 2009 20:54:48 GMT -5
"You picked up the gestalt combination?" Hook sounds like he's about to start giggling much like Mixmaster does. "Fascinating."
He waves his wand at Blackarachnia again, then when he gets the read-outs, he does break out snickering. "You did!"
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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 Oct 3, 2009 21:11:32 GMT -5
She steps away from Mismaster's fallen form. Really, being in hands reach when he wakes is not the smartest thing, she thinks.
"Would you care to explain exactly what a 'gestalt combination' is, and why my picking it up is so giggle-worthy?" Blackarachnia phrases it as a question, but her tone says answering would be prudent.
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Post by Hook on Oct 3, 2009 21:39:22 GMT -5
"For the Constructicons, the six of us combine to form Devastator," Hook says matter-of-factly. "There's a few different gestalt pieces in the crew. Unfortunately, no complete sets."
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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 Oct 3, 2009 22:08:17 GMT -5
Ah. So that explains a bit more some of the entries she read in the database, at least.
"Hmpf. Useless to me, then. I'm not merging with anyone on this ship." Though Hook finding it so amusing is a bit worrisome.
...As are the whispers of thoughts running through her head. Whispers of thoughts that aren't hers, or in her voice. Her brow furrows, and her hand moves to her temple.
"Why do I have voices in my head, voices that I have never heard before, declaring they are not useless, Hook?
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Post by Hook on Oct 3, 2009 22:22:12 GMT -5
The snickering cuts off like a deadbolt being thrown. His fingers freeze on the screen. For an instant, the Constructicon is entirely motionless. Then his head turns towards Blackarachnia very slightly.
The expression on his face is livid, haunted - lost and furious that he is lost.
"Get out."
Soft. So soft.
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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 Oct 4, 2009 0:41:11 GMT -5
That expression of Hook's alone is enough to prompt Blackarachnia to shift her position, arms dropping to her sides, knees bending slightly as one leg shifts slightly back. She seems relaxed, but a subtle tension runs through her body; she's ready to defend herself or dodge an attack, if needs be. Because that look, and that voice, means she can't follow his order, not yet.
"Not 'til you explain it. Because you wouldn't be acting like this if it were nothing, and I'm not just going to leave not knowing what trouble this may cause before it wears off." She manages to keep her tone even, not hostile. But just barely.
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Post by Hook on Oct 5, 2009 14:05:40 GMT -5
Hook stares at Blackarachnia as she shifts her stance. Very, very slightly, his head tilts just off true.
"I doubt you will have a problem at all," he says in that same soft voice.
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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 Oct 5, 2009 18:13:11 GMT -5
Blackarachnia spares a very quick glance toward Mixmaster. She only gave him a small dose of venom, and the crazy chemist ought to be stirring soon. She's unsure if she still wants to be here when he wakes.
"That isn't an answer, nor do I think it's telling of some odd confidence in my coping mechanisms," she says, "This hasn't happened before, and I find it damnably disturbing."
Though not nearly so disturbing as the random urge to comfort Hook. She shakes her head violently, as if to shake away the thoughts.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Oct 5, 2009 18:33:10 GMT -5
Light! He has made light!
...And it is not good.
Mixmaster hisses softly as his optics online, reaching up to rub at his helm. Slowly, memory returns to him, and he tilts his head back awkwardly to give Blackarachnia an exaggeratedly groggy smile, waving one hand limply.
"Y-you move very-very-very fast, you do!"
He glances toward Hook, optics sharpening on his gestalt-mate, but Mixmaster doesn't say anything. Not just yet.
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Post by Hook on Oct 5, 2009 23:22:10 GMT -5
"You've never had someone like me to take from before," Hook points out softly.
Then Mixmaster wakes up, and Hook looks down at his gestalt-mate. His head is still tilted just slightly off true.
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