Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 2, 2009 23:31:39 GMT -5
"I am going to STRANGLE YOU if you don't stop manhandling me I do not care if you're gonna OW fix me or not but do you get how embarrassing OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW this is so embarrassing, this is all because you're bigger than me, isn't it," is the yelling that manages to come from Jetstorm as he's jostled around. When all the motion stops, he clenches his claws out in a very angry motion.
"Overreacting is part of the job," he states as if this was obvious. "And what do you mean... Leaking!? Just get me back in the air. I guess PLEASE could you fix me. See, I said please." he struggles a bit more but decides not to prolong the fact that it could hurt his chances at getting in the air.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 3, 2009 9:16:37 GMT -5
Jetstorm's yelling gives Mixmaster pause, and he tilts his head to consider it. "Well, I suppose, maybe, it might be a little bit because you are so tiny, and I am so very big in comparison. But I really can't help it, you know! You are very short."
And very entertaining when flailing around and yowling like an angry cat-cassette in a hot pan, but Mixmaster does not say this. Yet.
Mixmaster looks around for a moment, and, finding no surface desirable in which to set Jetstorm down on, folds himself awkardly into a kneeling position, moving to set Jetstorm back on the ground so he could get a proper look at the flyer's engines, which Mixmaster was almost certain were the problem. This is if Jetstorm cooperates with being set on the ground again, of course. "No, I am almost positive that you aren't leaking. You haven't exploded yet, after all!
"Now, tell me, where does it hurt~?"
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 3, 2009 18:49:50 GMT -5
More raging, more yelling, most of it incoherent as he's placed down on the ground. Eventually, he's still, for the most part, but drumming his three fingers against the ground as a sign of his dislike for this. "Blah blah blah," he states dully. "It hurts still, you know. And right there, right there it hurts," he points back with his other hand, somewhere at his back. "-mumblebumble-jerk-mumble..."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 3, 2009 20:27:01 GMT -5
Mixmaster hums and ignores the mumbling, tilting his head and brightening his optics as though he can see Jetstorm's back through Jetstorm himself. "I am not a jerk...I'm helping you. Many would say that you're being the jerk here, don't you know?" Many, at least, who weren't Decepticons and had never met Mixmaster.
"Now, hold still. This might feel weird."
Half-way through 'might', Mixmaster reaches around the small jet-thing and starts to prod at his back, leaning forward to peer over his shoulder. Mixmaster knows what he's doing, but that doesn't change the fact that he's almost lying on top of Jetstorm to do it.
Mixmaster, for his part, sees nothing wrong with this.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 3, 2009 22:00:32 GMT -5
"MIGHT?! That's the understatement of the year!!" Jetstorm tried to pull himself away as he felt the weird touch. His engines flare in response, although it's more of a helpless reaction. "I swear to whatever if you..." he cuts off as he feels something become un-lodged. The pain subsided quickly, and for a very brief second, he glanced back at Mixmaster.
Then his engines fired up at top power.
Then he blasts off in to the distance. Screaming.
It's a good few minutes before he comes back, staring at Mixmaster. He points at the other, a look of utter seriousness on his face.
"Don't laugh. Don't even chuckle."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 3, 2009 23:02:45 GMT -5
Mixmaster looks blankly at the black gunk decorating his fingers. His optics flicker, and then he looks up at Jetstorm when the other comes back. He grins.
He presents the gunk-coated fingers to Jetstorm.
"Well, at least you weren't leaking, hmm? I think we found the problem."
And you know what?
He giggles.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 4, 2009 19:27:13 GMT -5
After a few moments of ranting and raging, yelling and complaining, Jetstorm halfheartedly goes to smack Mixmaster in the shoulder. He floats back a bit after attempting and then glances off and to the side.
"Yea... Yea. I guess thanks are in order. I'll be sure to write about this in my memoirs," Jetstorm says, crossing his arms as he turns his head back to eye the Constructicon. He goes to poke him in the chest. "You know you're not all half bad, either. A bit of a crazy one, though." Says the 'bot with an idea that he can act his way to fame. "What were you doing out here playing in the dirt anyway?"
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 4, 2009 19:47:44 GMT -5
Mixmaster spends the time Jetstorm spends yelling distracted by the gunk on his fingers and the rocks on the ground. He looks back up when Jetstorm moves to smack him, tilting his head and dimming his optics at the flyer in a way that could be annoyed or could be merely curious.
"Ah, then I suppose I should be honored, yes?" Mixmaster grins brightly, and then catches Jetstorm's wrist when the other moves to poke him, holding it like a vice. His grin never wavers.
"I, my friend, am looking for ways to aid in the creation of a new type of energy out of anything and everything I can find. Like this substance from your engines."
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ooc: Jetstorm was wrist-caught with permission.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 4, 2009 22:43:24 GMT -5
"Energy?" Jetstorm eyes the stuff that's on Mixmaster's fingers and then at the ground, as if he was looking at the energy itself. Or in disbelief that it could actually be energy. "That's weird. You're weird." He tries to pull his arm free. "Do you mind? I sort of need that, it's my arm."
He darts down over and then stares at his reflection in the water. "Could this be energy too?" He reaches out and then splashes it lightly. "I don't see how this can be good for anything other than looking at yourself."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 6, 2009 8:46:56 GMT -5
Mixmaster doesn't let go, not at first. He hangs on for a long moment, watching Jetstorm with an unreadable expression, and then he lets go.
He watches Jetstorm scamper over to the water with a bright grin. "Water? Well, I suppose it might have something to do with it. It's possible. I'd need time to experiment."
Mixmaster has walked over to Jetstorm's side and bends over, washing his finger away in the water. "And of course it's good for other activities besides looking at yourself! We need to stay clean somehow, yes?" He pauses then, as though something has just occured to him, and glances at Jetstorm, specifically, where Jetstorm's engine is, "well, most of us do."
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 8, 2009 20:50:00 GMT -5
If he had heard the possible insult, he might have said something. But being as vain as he was, Jetstorm was having more fun finally getting a chance to look at himself. "Mm, so good. I was built so well," he preens himself, and then looks up and over at Mixmaster. "Is this stuff hazardous?"
It's a genuine, confused question. He's seen the water around, but he hasn't decided to go poking around in it.
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 10, 2009 21:36:48 GMT -5
Mixmaster peers at the water curiously. "No, no, it's not hazardous...usually." At least, it wasn't hazardous unless you managed to get it in and/or on sensitive circuitry that wasn't supposed to ever come in contact with anything even vaguely resembling moisture, but Mixmaster thought that this was obvious. It probably wasn't obvious to someone who had never been on Earth or any other organic planet for any length of time, but did Mixmaster care about that?
The answer was no. No, he didn't.
"Close your vents." Mixmaster said abruptly without waiting for an answer from Jetstorm, and grabbed the flyer by the pointy end, jerking up, and tossing Jetstorm forward...right into the water.
If Jetstorm wasn't going to take Mixmaster's gracious hint to take a bath and instead ask uninteresting questions, then Mixmaster was going to stop hinting.
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[ooc: Tossing of Jetstorm into the water done with permission.]
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 11, 2009 22:31:49 GMT -5
There really isn't any time to react to being picked up. But by the time he's dunked, he's just about as mad as he was when he was being picked up and carried around. He remains under momentarily before floating up a bit, and glaring back up at Mixmaster.
"You hate me, don't you. You must really hate me," he declares as he floats up to the surface and then shakes his head a bit. He yanks himself out by grabbing onto the shore, and then fires his engines a bit so he can get back in the air. "I mean, honestly, I must have done something that I'm not aware of that you must hate me for."
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Mixmaster
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The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Feb 15, 2009 15:13:18 GMT -5
"Look at the bright side! At least you know it's not going to eat your armor off and melt your wiring down to sticky, merrily bubbling puddles, yes?"
Mixmaster leans forward and shoves his feet back so he's stretched out on his front. It was an awkward position to be in, but Mixmaster does it anyway, and rests his chin in his hands to watch Jetstorm.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Producer, Director, Actor, Writer, but not prop boy, Jetstorm, soon to be winner of some award.
Posts: 355
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Feb 17, 2009 17:51:49 GMT -5
"You have the worst thoughts ever," Jetstorm tilts his head to the side and then eyes the other. "Is there a normal thought path going on in there, or do you just say what you think will sound creepiest?" he darted far up into the air, hopefully out of reach. "Because that was wrong and creepy, all at the same time." He put a finger to the side of his head and thought. "Were you made that way or did you grow into that personality?"
He was very, very curious now. If he was made that way then, eh. But if he 'grew' into the personality... WELL then acting may just have a chance after all. He just had to make it work.
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