Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Jan 31, 2009 23:18:31 GMT -5
Set around day four or so of Small Plots. Semi-private, please ask before joining.
Mixmaster was pleased to be out of the base with working knees...
Which was so totally why he was celebrating by exploring the potentially useful properties of the local plant life.
The Constructicon kicked lightly at a rock in his path, curiously watched it skid a few yards, and then stooped to pick it up. He hummed with interest at the half-wet, moist glimmer of the rock, rolling it around in his hands and peering at it with his optical units at one of their highest settings.
...Hmmm, there seems to be a higher amount of the Fe element in here than I usually find, if the silver coloring is anything at all to go by...this would be much easier if the Scrounge was here... Mixmaster tutted softly to himself and shrugged, placing the rock in his storage for later examination.
He was a 'bot on a mission.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 1, 2009 0:09:24 GMT -5
It was always a lovely day to be flying. Always. Except something was wrong today. Jetstorm emerged from the base, cautiously, as he was attempting to avoid as much that was going on as possible. He stretched his arms out a bit, and then promptly launched himself into the air, only for something internal to go "POOT" and make him plummet.
"ARGHHHHH WHAAAAAAAT IS THIIIIIIIIIIIIS --- " Jetstorm yelled angrily as he flailed his arms around. He angled himself for what looked like a safe patch of land, it was blue. It was water. Except there was something in front of it. Something that he collided with, very much because of misjudgment.
KLANG
With that, he smacked right into Mixmaster's head.
Hitting of Mixmaster allowed
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 1, 2009 0:58:42 GMT -5
Mixmaster heard Jetstorm's yelling before he was fully aware of it and reacted without thinking, reaching blindly for his pistol and jerking his head up sharply to try and find just what it was he was supposed to be shooting at...
Just in time to get hit.
The Constructicon shouted in surprise and pain. He stumbled forward several unsteady, jerking steps; wavering dangerously on the edge of falling into the water and maintaining his balance. It was a precarious position to be in, and Mixmaster only made it worse by lashing out with an elbow, trying to force his attacker off his back. "H-hey! Get off!"
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 1, 2009 1:35:21 GMT -5
Out of his first reactions, Jetstorm dug his clawed hands into whatever he could find, while attempting not to get flung off.
"STOP YOUR CRAZY FLAILING AND I WILL THINK ABOUT IT." Jetstorm yelled angrily in return. He clings for a few good more moments, before realizing Mixmaster is slowing in his movements. Once he's slowed down enough, he lets go, expecting to float off and then give Mixmaster a good yelling at. But instead... He plopped down onto the ground.
"W... What. AWW THIS IS YOUR FAULT AIN'T IT," Jetstorm whined, and loudly at that, as he slammed his fists down and looked to be pouting. "I hate the ground."
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 1, 2009 1:44:18 GMT -5
Mixmaster did slow his movements, but only because he was very dangerously close to falling face first into water. Once the slight weight with the loud voice is gone from around his shoulder (the weight with sharp little finger-claws), Mixmaster whirls around and takes a step back, away from the water and from Jetstorm.
His pistol comes to bear, but Mixmaster's face is more curious than hostile. "And how is what my fault, hmm? You fell on me, yes, yes? And now you're on the ground."
Mixmaster looks the flyer up and down. "You're short for a jet, what are you?"
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 1, 2009 15:35:58 GMT -5
Oh, how Jetstorm glares. "It is your fault because... ... It... Is," he snaps as he stares up at the other, while trying to come up with a reason as to why he suddenly plummeted to the ground. All he could come up with in the end was he had been far too lazy and now overusing his engine was bad. Yea, that had to be it.
"And I'm not SHORT, this is big for where I come from, I think," he says defensively, leaning up on his arms. "Of course, now I must seem immensely short, being stuck on the nasty ground. Ugh. Can't even stand up. Oi you... Uh... Guy! Gimmie a hand here."
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 1, 2009 16:05:45 GMT -5
"Well, that's not a very good reason, now is it, Tiny Jet?" Mixmaster says cheerfully and lowers his pistol a little. "At least try to think of a better excuse, yes?"
"And you are so short, because we're not from where you come from. Here, you're tiny, little bitty, and you're stuck," the Constructicon smiles and tuts a little in reproach, "so why should I help you? You don't even know my name... and you didn't say please."
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 1, 2009 19:33:21 GMT -5
"You know what, that's all I got," Jetstorm admits, as he looks off to the side. "And I'm Jetstorm, I guess Vehicon EX-General. Feh, ranks mean nothing here, but at least it's a title to add," He adds on the last sentence in a very dejected tone.
"And... Please could you give me a hand?" He says in a very careful tone. After all, Mixmaster still does have a gun. And he is bigger.
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 1, 2009 23:15:24 GMT -5
Mixmaster frowns.
Well, this flyer's attitude didn't last very long. (Mixmaster forgets that a gun might sometimes do that to a 'bot with good sense.)
"Aw, c'mon, Little Jet. Try harder! I can think of one right now! You saw the water, all shiny and shimmery and so very distractable, and then you saw me, who you thought might be an enemy intruder and so you weren't paying attention to where you were supposed to be going (very bad, Little Jet, be more careful next time, yes?), and then you swallowed a bug."
Mixmaster spreads his free arm out wide. "It's perfect!"
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 2, 2009 0:05:33 GMT -5
" . . . Uh-huh. Except for the part that I hate the ground, only an idiot would be intruding this close to our base, and I HAVE NO MOUTH." Jetstorm pointed at his face. What was this guy, stupid?
"Now how about you share with me your name, and ya give me a hand up off the dirt here. I hate it. I hate it so much. Seriously," he said, raising his head up to stare at Mixmaster. "I think my engine is mad at me for not flying often as of late. It has to be the answer, as to why I fell. I'll have to call for help or something... Ugh. The idea of that is... UGH."
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 2, 2009 8:57:41 GMT -5
"Water isn't ground," Mixmaster points out birghtly.
"...And you could have swallowed a bug, you really could have. Maybe it ended up stuck and mashed up in your vents, hmm? It's possible."
Mixmaster shrugs, stowing away his pistol finally, "but oh well, I suppose it's not your fault you can't understand the genius of such an excuse. I'm Mixmaster, the Constructicon chemist! Why do you hate the ground? It has all sorts of interesting little organisms in it! Very tiny, you see, and they get over absolutely everything. You have to be careful that they don't contaminate your projects..." Mixmaster reaches out a hand to help Jetstorm up, trailing off in thought.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 2, 2009 20:40:36 GMT -5
There's only one thing to do in this situation: Facepalm. Jetstorm buries his face in his hands for a moment, before dropping his hands and then throwing them back up in a 'I give up' sort of way. With a noise from his engine that makes it sound like it's also saying it gives up, he manages to create enough thrust to hop up into Mixmaster's hand.
"Well, there. And notice, I fly. I like flying. Flying is LIFE for me. Look, I was designed without those dangly legs because I was meant to fly," he waves his hands in a grand gesture. "Now, let's stop dawdling, I want to take to the air again. Seriously."
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 2, 2009 21:09:27 GMT -5
Mixmaster is used to these expressions of exasperation from those who tended to hang around him for periods of time longer than what it takes to curse and run.
It was all right. Mixmaster understands that it takes just the right degree of special to simply get it like he does, and those who weren't quite as good at it tended to become frustrated with their lack.
"Well, whoever designed you obviously was very narrow minded. I mean, what if you had gotten stuck in a hole when you crashed? You're the perfect shape for it. And then you wouldn't be able to get to the sky at all, you wouldn't, because you couldn't kick yourself free."
And Mixmaster, who had been expecting Jetstorm to take his hand with his own hand, almost dropped the flyer in surprise as he jumped up. This caused an automatic scrabbling to grab Jetstorm with both hands (whether Jetstorm was actually falling or not) which might end oddly as Mixmaster had yet to stash his gun.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 2, 2009 22:18:50 GMT -5
"DON'T. YOU. DROP. ME!!" Jetstorm yelled as he clung once again on, though it wasn't exactly for dear life. He glared up at Mixmaster, his horns flared out to the sides a bit. "That's BAD don't do that again. No. BAD. And drop your gun, UGH I'm not a gun, don't manhandle me like that. OWW...." Jetstorm hissed as he slammed his hand down onto his side. If there was a pain he could feel, it was his systems whining as loudly as he would at times. The twinge of pain came again as he stared up at Mixmaster. "Fix it fix it fix it fix it fix it fix it 1! You said chemist that's like a scientist and that's an '-ist' so you should fix it!" he shoved again at Mixmaster's gun, and then felt pain again, and let out another round of fix it's. 1. www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYc05gZFly0
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Mixmaster
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 2, 2009 22:54:25 GMT -5
The gun is finally tucked away somewhere safe where it won't (shouldn't) accidentally be fired on anyone. Mixmaster is forced to do a little careful manouevering in order to accomplish this, and ends up with Jetstorm resting awkwardly on a cocked hip, Mixmaster's arm wrapped around him tightly to keep him from falling. He'd seen human mothers do this with their young... usually before they ran away screaming. It was remarkably efficient.
When the gun is stored safely away, Mixmaster frowns at Jetstorm, tutting with disapproval. "Hush, Little Jet, calm down." His frown turns into a smile that's probably a little too cheerful to be reassuring, "you don't want to be yelling at the only person around to help you, now do you?" Without waiting for a response, Mixmaster hikes Jetstorm up higher on his hip in order to better glance over the flyer's engines. "Now, I don't think you're dying, so you can stop acting like it. You don't appear terribly damaged, at least...you could be leaking internally, though."
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