Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 7, 2008 22:53:49 GMT -5
Mixmaster's vocalizer buzzes in a snicker at Hook's words.
"The problems I'd be looking for shouldn't be affected by a faulty lasercore or a differant build. Are you sure you want me testing on your underlings, though?" Mixmaster's sporting a bright grin, and he makes minute motions like he's trying to nuzzle Hook's face which is out of his reach. "I'm not sure how he would t-take to them with a faulty-faulty lasercore."
The chemist's grin relaxes and he tilts his head to the opposite side thoughtfully. "Starfighter...that sounds like a jet name."
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 7, 2008 23:34:52 GMT -5
A large purple mech is leaning in the doorway of the lab. This sight pleases Shockwave. He had been worried about Hook and now, perhaps, that worry will be eased.
"I was on my way to let you know about our new arrival Hook, but I see he has found you instead."
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Post by Hook on May 8, 2008 13:15:22 GMT -5
"Just try not to kill him. He's one of the only people in the division that knows how to repair wounded. Useless Seeker otherwise, though." Hook is all too happy to get face-nuzzlings, and he squirms his way up to Mixmaster's body so that their faces are much closer together.
"-Oh. Hello, Shockwave."
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 8, 2008 18:53:19 GMT -5
Mixmaster purrs a contented snicker as Hook comes closer. "I ca-"
He cuts off at Hook's words and stills for a moment before twisting and tiliting his head back and around to try and get a look at the new arrival.
"Sh-sh-shockwave?" He asks, vocalizer tripping up at the speed of the word and the awkward tilt to his neck. Mixmaster flashes his optics with a wider grin and clicks a cheerful greeting to the Big Purple.
He thinks Hook might not appreciate him asking aloud if this was the one he wanted to Scrapper-ize.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 9, 2008 8:44:38 GMT -5
And now you have one of your own, Hook. Perhaps Shockwave should be fear. Perhaps, but he does not, any more than he feared when you had him so vulnerable not that long ago.
Shockwave merely tilts his head down in a slight nod at their greetings. "I will not tarry and interrupt this reunion further. However, I might suggest you move yourselves to a more...secure area. There are some who might not appreciate such displays."
Shockwave turns to leave, and unless stopped, will head on out of thread.
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Post by Hook on May 9, 2008 13:27:07 GMT -5
There are people out there who do not appreciate snuggling Constructicons? Blasphemy.
"Ignore him, he'll go away after a while," Hook advises Mixmaster. And 'lo, Shockwave does indeed go away.
"Now, I believe you were going to tell me that you can avoid killing Starfighter?"
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 9, 2008 14:02:39 GMT -5
"Meh," Mixmaster says, and looks back at Hook.
"No promises," he's talking about Starfighter, "no promises, but there's not much of a chance that it'll do anything bad...the worst that might happen is he'll end up recharging 'till he rusts and dies." Which is why he wants to test it on Starfighter first, and not Long Haul.
"But that's not likely, it isn't. Not very likely at all; you'll have to tell me what he looks like so I don't go drugging the wrong jet." His tone suggests this might not necessarily be a bad thing but that it's better to make sure all the same.
That said, Mixmaster tilts his head and grins, "S-so...Shockwave?"
Anybody who knew the chemist might detect the innocently mischevious undertones that meant he was gearing up for a potentially-suicidal-but-very-much-worth-it teasing session.
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Post by Hook on May 9, 2008 17:25:32 GMT -5
"He's a blue Seeker. Not Thundercracker. Normal wings. Not Duskwing. You'll know Duskwing when you meet him, trust me. He's dumb as a post." Hook, as per usual, does not bother with things like making sure the pronoun has an antecedent. Of course, in this case, it does. It just isn't especially clear which antecedent goes with which pronoun.
Hook's visor dims. This is going to lead to him dropping the cement-mixer in the unfinished pool, isn't it? "What about Shockwave, Mixmaster?"
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 9, 2008 18:25:05 GMT -5
He's not quite suicidal enough to say half the things that immediately run through his processor. Not while stuck on his back under the one he was teasing, at least.
But, alas, if you're going to go somewhere you might as well go all the way, or so they say. And Hook needs a good teasing anyway, in Mixmaster's professional opinion.
"Oh, nothing much, nothing much," the chemist assures, and giggles, "I-I just noticed th-that there seemed to be a little tension between you two, s'all."
Mixmaster pauses, as if in thought. "A-at least, you seemed a bit fired up over him, you did."
He has completely innocent look on his face and has been slowly trying to untangle his legs and inch himself out of Hook's grasp the whole time he's been talking.
Pool, Mixmaster; Mixmaster, pool. I'm sure you'll both become good friends.
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Post by Hook on May 10, 2008 11:40:23 GMT -5
Hook tightens his grip on the cement-mixer as Mixmaster tries to wriggle away. "If by 'fired up' you mean that I want to cause him severe pain and lasting injury, then you may be correct. If you mean any other definition of the term that I can think of, you will be incorrect on a level that deserves punishment."
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 10, 2008 22:22:15 GMT -5
"Hook, i-if that's what you want then of co-course I meant that you wanted t-to cause him pain."
Mixmaster tilts his head innocently and squirms a bit more, trying again to subtly edge out of the tighter grip.
"I-it makes me proud, it does. I-I was getting worried that you would never sh-show interest in anything, I was, I was."
He cackles and finally attempts an awkward lunge (read: flail) from Hook's arms to the relative safety of the door.
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2008 14:33:01 GMT -5
Don't bite Mixmaster, don't bite Mixmaster, don't bite Mixmaster, you have nothing dangerous in your mouth right now...
"I am not interested in him in that manner, you lecherous imbecile! Besides, I have a perfectly healthy and proper appetite for such things that is well-satisfied by my gestalt-mates! And at least I don't need to drug people to get a second date!"
Oh, Hook. This flailing and yelling is exactly why people like Mixmaster do this to you.
The need to yell at Mixmaster unfortunately caused Hook to loosen his grip, so Mixmaster's lunge towards the door mostly succeeds. At least until Hook decides that letting Mixmaster escape is a bad idea, and he grabs on tighter to the chemist's knees.
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Post by Spinister on May 11, 2008 15:14:11 GMT -5
From the open door, there is the soft sound of a pair of Nebulans arguing in their native tongue. One's speech seems to be much more clipped and measured than the other's. The sloppier speech drops out entirely, and the other continues for a short while before also dropping out.
Singe and Hairsplitter are out of their armour and in rather boring tank tops and khaki. Some of their physical modifications can clearly be seen, scarred through the skin, and Singe definitely works out more than Hairsplitter does. All of this is likely meaningless to the machines, however.
Equally meaningless would be the red, swollen patch on Singe's arm, an arm that he keeps held in the air. He glances over at Singe and comments, still in Nebulan, <I think this is a bad time. Did you hear them?>
<I have heard worse than that,> Hairsplitter notes in a way that says he rather wishes he hadn't. <Do you want that burn on your arm to go bad? We will just slip past them and get some ointment and a bandage. Honestly, has no one ever taught you barbecue safety?>
It's possible that Hook has downloaded the Nebulan language pack when Spinister gave Hook info on the Nebulans. They aren't speaking in their own tongue out of a desire for secrecy so much as the fact that without their suits to reprocess their voices, they both speak Decepticon really poorly, and it rather strains their voices.
Singe snaps, <It was an alien barbecue!> His attention is dragged kicking and screaming back to the alien robots. <Oh moons, what are they even doing?>
Hairsplitter suggests slyly, <I think you're better equipped to judge that than I am.>
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on May 11, 2008 15:37:23 GMT -5
Mixmaster knows that he will die in fire for what he is about to do.
Hook grabbing at his knees has the immediate effect of throwing Mixmaster off balance and planting his face in the ground.
The chemist's laugh is muffled against the floor before he manages to hoist himself up on one elbow, kicking half-heartedly to try and free himself.
"D-denial, Hook!" Mixmaster calls and tries again to haul himself forward. "Your frustration for the Big Purple One's t-trigger is written all, all, all over your face!"
He freezes adruptly as he (finally) picks up the sound of strange voices. Then he grins down at Hook before turning back to awkwardly face the door.
"W-Welcome! J-just a little l-longer and H-Hook'll be all yours!"
This being Mixmaster, there are many ways a person can interpret that statement.
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OOC: I'm assuming Mixmaster cannot see the Nebulans
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2008 18:14:02 GMT -5
That Hook can understand the Nebulans is incidental to him at the moment. Because Mixmaster has just asked to be hurt and hurt badly.
"That is it," Hook hisses. "You are rooming with Scourge."
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