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Post by Victoria Raines on May 11, 2009 10:38:21 GMT -5
"Does it not?" Shockwave counters.
At least his motor functions are returning a bit faster now. Still not fast enough to free him promptly, but they are returning none the less.
"Let us cut to the chase, Hook. What do you want from me?"
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2009 11:16:49 GMT -5
"I could ask for your assurance not to do that again, but it's likely as not to be a lie. So I will settle for my immense enjoyment in this creation of mine."
Hook presses another button, and a fine magenta mist settles over Shockwave.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 11, 2009 11:46:53 GMT -5
"I make a point of not lying outright where it can be avoided, Hook," Shockwave says, voice low, more even. He is regaining control over his anger even as he regains control over his body. Another twitch as he is painted yet another color. Keep this up, and someone may be inspired to make a Tye-dyed Rainbow Shockwave varient figure.
And somewhere, Shortround demands that this be so.
"You do realize that when I am free, you are going to be in quite a lot of pain, do you not?" A different edge, a different inflection this time, a voice full of deadly promise.
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2009 12:56:43 GMT -5
"Do you want to continue escalation then?" Hook asks, expression arrogantly self-satisfied. "Because that's all you will accomplish."
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 11, 2009 23:23:57 GMT -5
"I most certainly do not. But neither will I allow you to force a promise from me which I cannot guarantee can be kept, situations as they are here."
Truth be told, if Hook had merely done the gunformer some act of violence, Shockwave would have been annoyed, but likely would have shrugged it off. This, however, is humiliating and public- or will be once Shockwave leaves the room.
And his motor functions are almost fully back on line.
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Post by Hook on May 11, 2009 23:42:47 GMT -5
"I didn't ask for a promise," Hook points out. He presses another button on the control pad and a bright blue, glittering mist is sprayed on Shockwave.
"Really, Shockwave, precision. Pay attention when people talk to you."
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 11, 2009 23:54:36 GMT -5
"Ah, but you did, after a fashion, Hook. Even if you did not name it so."
"And speaking of precision...," Shockwave begins as he is turned yet another color. His optic light narrows sharply, and he initiates his transform sequence, bonds which could hold him when paralyzed snapping as he does so.
He hangs there a moment, the Giant Purple Space Gun of Doom pointing at Hook, "Perhaps, you can should pay better attention as well, yes?"
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Post by Hook on May 12, 2009 1:21:22 GMT -5
"Didn't I?" Hook tilts his head ever so slightly towards the concealed stunners.
"You drone on and on about my value to you, Shockwave. You coddle me from even tussling with my gestaltmate. You seem to think I will break if you're not there to remind me of my place in your toolkit." His hand drifts towards the final button on the little control panel. "So. Where's the breaking point?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 12, 2009 9:25:57 GMT -5
Shockwave transforms and lands heavily on the floor in front of Hook. It is unlikely that Hook did not make provisions in his....amusements for Shockwave freeing himself. He is wary, but the gunformer's anger and annoyance are such that caution is a secondary concern.
"As I suspected. This boils down to pride, more than anything." Shockwave steps in suddenly, attempting to knock away Hook's controls and grapple the Constructicon to the floor.
As he does so, Shockwave growls, "I do not fear your breaking, Hook. Not when I am skilled enough to put you back together again."
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Post by Hook on May 12, 2009 15:34:58 GMT -5
Hook is not notably nimble. He tries to duck away as Shockwave steps in, but the gun'former may grapple him to the ground anyway. His hands flail across the panel, likely resulting in an added speckle of colors to Shockwave's new paintjob.
And, you know, Hook's lab.
"It was always about pride," the Constructicon snaps.
Who said anything about breaking me?
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 12, 2009 17:01:03 GMT -5
"Of course it was," Shockwave hisses as he forces Hook to the ground, no small task despite the strength differences. Shockwave pays little attention to being spritzed with still more color, though he now looks like a refuge from a bad seventies carton, acid trip and all. His entire focus is on the Constructicon struggling against him.
Shockwave's hand curls around Hook's neck. One knee comes up to press into his torso and hold him down; the other leg crosses over one of Hook's own, hoping to limit his struggles. "You are more than simply valuable, you are valued and if you do not know the difference than that is your loss. Your pride is not misplaced, and neither is your anger, and as such I would have tolerated much, taken your violence."
"But I do not tolerate humiliation, Hook. Not anymore. And most certainly not from you."
OOC: Manhandling of Hook done with player permission. Hook has permission to retaliate in kind as he sees fit.
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Post by Hook on May 14, 2009 17:11:54 GMT -5
"Violence is so dull. Typical. Inconsequential," Hook hisses as Shockwave pins him to the floor. "Only the simple are coerced by it."
Hook laid one hand against the knee pressing into his chest.
"Humiliation, however, works very well." A sneer. "You think it nothing to take pain from my hand, but a little harmless paint drives you into a tizzy."
Subspace warps around the hand resting on Shockwave's knee, and Hook jams his pistol into the joint. "But I could give you violence," he says as he pulls the trigger.
The interesting thing about Hook's pistol is that it also doubles as a laser-welder.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 14, 2009 21:58:23 GMT -5
"Harmless is a matter of opin-argh!" Shockwave tries to throw himself off Hook at the touch of that pistol to his knee, but is only partially successful. The outer side of the joint is welded stiff. Enough to hobble, but not enough to cripple. Small mercy, that. Shockwave never wants to be crippled and awaiting Hook's pleasure. Never.
Shockwave levers himself up onto one knee, body hunched, as he watches Hook. Waiting.
"And are you proud of yourself for eliciting such a reaction from me, Hook? Happy to have found another button to press?" Shockwave growls.
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Post by Hook on May 16, 2009 20:53:24 GMT -5
Hook clutches his pistol, mouth twisted in a smile. It's rather easy to see that yes, he is connected to Mixmaster on some level.
"Proud? No. I knew I could do it. Happy? Maybe." He tilts his head slightly. "What brought you down here, anyway, Shockwave?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 16, 2009 22:56:33 GMT -5
The sudden subject change does little to make Shockwave less wary, and he remains in place, ready to move if Hook even acts like he is going to attack in some manner. For now, Shockwave is content to the matter stand closed; if Hook does not press then neither will Shockwave.
Key words being for now.
"Hgn. Partially to make sure Starscream did talk with you about constructing a spacecraft large enough for our needs, and if so, what progress had been made."
He worries a bit at the partially-welded knee. If necessary to restore movement, he can break the weld. It just will hurt and do even more harm to the internal parts of the join.
"And partially, to see if you may be as willing to assist me in a little project as your dear brother was. However, given your current attitude towards me, I am quite loathe to bring it up."
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