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Post by Hook on May 19, 2008 11:55:46 GMT -5
"Mixmaster- Ack!" Hook jink-steps back from Mixmaster, but doesn't quite avoid a grab. The sudden catch on his legs in this position overbalances him. He windmills his arms, before catching them against the door and supporting himself that way.
Please, no one open the door to Medical right now.
"We'd probably have much quieter lives," Hook points out from his rather awkward position. "Not get drugged quite as often. Oh, have I mentioned that your latest patch still hasn't fixed the hallucinogen problem?"
Of course, Hook labors under the secret belief that neither Mixmaster nor Scrapper is actually interested in fixing his strong susceptibility to hallucinogens.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 19, 2008 17:48:43 GMT -5
Mixmaster adjusts so he's leaning more solidly on Hook's legs and shrugs carelessly.
"But then you would all be bored," he reasons in a firm, if slightly muffled, tone. And, because he's mentally bristling over the not-so-subtle jab at his abilities:
"It's not the patch nor it's creator's fault if the user lacks mental strength." And he's grinning up at Hook in all innocence the entire time, of course.
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Post by Duskwing on May 20, 2008 21:34:47 GMT -5
The unlocked door slid open with a 'whoosh' and Duskwing said, one finger raised for emphasis, "Hey, Hook, you told me to come back late-- Huh?"
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Post by Hook on May 21, 2008 15:46:34 GMT -5
Hook squawks as the door slides out from under his hands. Ohnonononono....!
The Constructicon goes crashing to the floor, likely with Mixmaster still wrapped around his knees. Possibly on top of Duskwing if the Seeker doesn't get out of the way fast enough.
There's a sharp pain as his crane-boom is jarred by the impact, but it fades quickly, leaving Hook with a sullen sense that the universe has it in for him.
"I hate you all."
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Post by Mixmaster on May 21, 2008 18:02:27 GMT -5
There's a yelp as Mixmaster's face collides painfully with Hook's legs. He shakes his head dazedly and lies still for a second.
At Hook's words, however, he looks up and flickers his optics brightly before squirming up try and latch onto Hook's waist for a tight hug. "B-but we love you, Hook!"
And there appears to be an audience. The world just got a little brighter.
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Post by Duskwing on May 21, 2008 18:10:52 GMT -5
Duskwing jumped back out of the way, landing feet flat with a 'clang' that echoed and re-echoed down the metal hallways.
For a few minutes, he just stared blankly at Hook; then, a puzzled scowl spread across his face. "Dis a bad time?"
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Post by Hook on May 21, 2008 18:22:31 GMT -5
"Yes, Duskwing, this is a bad time. Get off, Mixmaster!" Hook kicks at his gestalt-mate. "We are past the point where physical contact is desired!"
He digs his fingers in under Mixmaster's to try to pry the cement-mixer off of him.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 21, 2008 18:37:28 GMT -5
"Hello, Duskwing!" Mixmaster chimes cheerfully at the seeker after hearing Hook use the name, and then immediately squirms to try and avoid Hook's kick. He winces and grins sharply at his gestalt-mate when he doesn't quite succeed.
"Touch is always desired, Hook, you just have p-problems admitting it!" He says, and cackles, rolling off the crane when Hook causes his hands to slip.
The chemist awkwardly stands, and smiles brightly at the jet.
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Post by Duskwing on May 21, 2008 19:23:11 GMT -5
Duskwing stared suspiciously at Mixmaster. He could understand what Hook was saying--simple answer ('Yes') to a simple question. What was the other Constructicon acting so cheery about? People didn't ever greet Duskwing with good cheer.
They definitely didn't smile brightly at him, unless they wanted to talk him into doing something.
Duskwing scowled. "Yeah. 'lo. Youse gonna ask me somethin', ain't ya?"
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Post by Hook on May 23, 2008 15:25:12 GMT -5
Hook climbs to his feet and flicks non-existent dust off his hands. "Are we going to get into this again, Mixmaster? I can assure you, my views have not changed in the last five million years, and they will not change now."
Now that he's had Mixmaster in the vicinity for some time, the loneliness that has plagued Hook for months and months has vanished. He no longer desperately feels a need for his gestalt-mates, which allows him to settle back into something like normalcy.
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Post by Mixmaster on May 23, 2008 17:44:20 GMT -5
"Mmm...no," Mixmaster says brightly to Duskwing, fiddling with his fingers and smiling. Then he tilts his head in Hook's direction.
"Of course they haven't changed in the last five million years," he says happily, "that's because you have been in denial for all those five million years, you have." Mixmaster edges closer to his gestalt mate.
Then, almost as an afterthought, "and it's rude of you to ignore someone who came all this way to see you, Hook, it really, really is." He turns his attentions to the ceiling innocently.
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Post by Duskwing on May 23, 2008 18:23:56 GMT -5
Duskwing looked very suspiciously at Mixmaster. Sure he didn't want something from Duskwing... or did he? The guy was arguing with Hook, and now he was arguing about him with Hook.
Duskwing thought about that for several minutes, scowling at nothing in particular as he painfully worked out the ramifications of that. Mixmaster argues with Hook, making Hook irritable; Mixmaster escalates the argument using Duskwing as a topic, making Hook even more irritable... at both of them.
--- Duskwing is thinking this out over the next round or two if not interrupted...
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Post by Hook on May 23, 2008 18:29:34 GMT -5
"His legs aren't broken," Hook informs Mixmaster archly. "He can come to see me again at a better time."
Hook? Being rude? Say it ain't so!
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Post by Mixmaster on May 25, 2008 13:47:19 GMT -5
Mixmaster buzzes at Hook, still studying the ceiling while inching his way closer to the crane.
"But what if he's hurt elsewhere, Hook? How would you feel if he suddenly locked up and deactivated because you refused to see him?" Mixmaster clicks softly, "I feel I should be very disappointed, Hook. Very, very Disappointed." If he were human he would have sniffed in haughty disdain.
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Post by Duskwing on May 25, 2008 13:55:41 GMT -5
...which would make the guy that could repair him best mad at Duskwing. That would--
"Huh?" Mixmaster's comment derailed Duskwing's train of thought, still trying to pull out of the station. "Say what?"
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