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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 13, 2009 10:17:03 GMT -5
Timestamp: Day 15. It may be assumed that spaceship building is underway, and that Spinister and Needlenose have gone of on a 3-hour tour reconnaissance mission. Semi-private: please ask before posting in.
Shockwave is, above all things, a patient mechanism. To say he thinks in the long term would be an understatement. Shockwave does not hurry if he can help it, for to hurry is make mistakes. Mistakes are something he can ill afford at even the best of times, and especially not now, when so much hangs in the balance. He would prefer to have things settled before they head into space. Fights aboard spacecraft can get rather messy rather quickly.
Such thinking has prompted him to search out a certain purple and green mech- though not, perhaps, the purple and green mech some would expect. Shockwave looks for Mixmaster, for Shockwave has an idea of how this entire business may be handled with a minimum of fuss. If the insane Constructicon can be persuaded to be both helpful and silent.
//Mixmaster, I desire a private conversation, preferably in person. Your location, please.//
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 13, 2009 19:50:40 GMT -5
//Hmmm...? Well, that depends entirely on what sort of private conversation you mean, Shockwave, it really does you know!//
Mixmaster had paused in his loving interrogation of a lump of coal, picking it apart piece by piece for its secrets, but as he spoke he went back to carefully scraping samples from it. No need to halt genius!
//Now, does this 'private conversation' you desire in any way have anything at all to do with the occasional, cleverly hidden verbal threat? Or even a nice knife or three that may or may not just so happen to find themselves in vicinity of a highly important fuel line?//
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 13, 2009 22:02:15 GMT -5
//Now, now, Mixmaster, you know quite well that you and your gestaltmate are entirely too important to me to threaten idly.// Shockwave answers as he continues his search. //And while the drawing of knives might otherwise be an intriguing idea, I have little time for frivolities at the moment.//
//Besides, I am sharpening my blades for more important prey.//
Shockwave rounds a corner, then tries the door on one of the Constructicon's known hidey holes. Perhaps the gunformer will be first time lucky.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 13, 2009 22:51:33 GMT -5
//There is always time for frivolous activities! You just need durable chains and a heavy enough sedative for the stuffier parts of the group when they disagree, you do.// Mixmaster stated briskly, and held the coal up to the dim lighting, peering at it carefully. //And for shame Big Purple, prettying up your knives for other mechanisms. Whatever am I supposed to think? I'd almost say you were getting bored with us, yes, yes?//
First time lucky indeed and Mixmaster glanced over when the door opened, grinning widely with a wave of coal-dust stained fingers. "And since when are you ever idle?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 13, 2009 23:33:26 GMT -5
Shockwave very carefully and deliberately closes the the door behind him as he enters the room. He leans against the wall, maintaining a safe distance from the too-happy chemist. While it is true that Shockwave gave into the combined...charms of the two Constructicons once, getting too close to Mixmaster alone would not be wise.
At least, not until Shockwave has ascertained the the other's mood.
"Bored?" he shakes his head, "Hardly. You are booth too intelligent-despite your insanity- to ever bore me."
"I am in need of your particular expertise, Mixmaster. Something to help me clip a too-proud bird's wings."
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
Posts: 272
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 14, 2009 21:28:30 GMT -5
"Careful now, Shockwave~ of course you're not bored with us, there would be something wrong with your processor if you were, there would be...but you don't want us getting big heads, now do you~?" Mixmaster laughs and rolls the chunk of coal around in his hands, turning his gaze from the door to watch it. Shockwave's presence is of little concern to the chemist, who is sitting on the floor with his legs sprawled out in front of him, as relaxed and at ease as he could ever possibly be with any situation ever. Honest.
He grins, caging the coal between his fingers and eyeing it consideringly, "but, to more important matters, are you sure you want to go about clipping the wings, Shockers? They always screech so loudly when grounded you know, those birds," and then, with care, Mixmaster snaps the coal in two, little bits of black dust raining down onto the metal sheet he has settled across his legs. "The vocalizer may be a far better prize!"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 15, 2009 11:58:47 GMT -5
"Hmmm, yes, while that may be so, Mixmaster, our current situation does not allow for a true silencing."
Shockwave walks over to Mixmaster and kneels. He reaches out his hand in an attempt to capture the Constructicon's chin, and bring Mixmaster's attention back to him. "An additive, something paralytic, but that will not give away its presence to the senses. Something with a counteragent which can be taken prior to ingesting to prevent its effects, but with a separate antidote. Preferably, an antidote which requires multiple doses to fully purge the poison"
"Surely such an additive is within your abilities to produce," Shockwave purrs, accent deepening slightly, "None can touch your expertise in such a field, after all. Can you do this for me, Mixmaster?"
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 15, 2009 19:40:35 GMT -5
Mixmaster allows the grabbing of his chin, the turning of his head, but does not stop in the idle fiddling of the coal pieces. His optics brighten as he listens, a tick of his hand indicating clearly his excitement.
"The question is not whether or not I can do it because I obviously can," he states, and giggles, "the question is whether or not you can use it properly, yes? You are going to want it to be ingested by either yourself or a hapless minion that you still want functional, aren't you, aren't you? Maybe even by the birdy himself for reasons all your own, which is why you want the counteragent, am I r-right?"
He smiles, wide, friendly, and leans against Shockwave's hand. "What if I decide that an effective counter is no fun?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 15, 2009 21:00:24 GMT -5
Shockwave's thumb just brushes Mixmaster's lower lip. At the same time, Shockwave attempts to increase the pressure of his fingertips on Mixmaster's chin, digging in slightly.
"Whether you consider it fun or not, you will make an effective counteragent, Mixmaster. I will not have my delicate plans spoiled by your macabre sense of humor."
He leans in a bit more, tilts his head to murmur into Mixmaster's audial. "You may trust that I will use such an additive to best affect, but I may have to ingest it myself along with my target, and so I must be able to neutralize it beforehand. Do this for me, do it properly, and I will see if, perhaps, the next time we come upon some newly displaced Autobot, that he is remanded into your custody. Would you not like to have such a lab rat to torment, dear Mixmaster?"
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 15, 2009 21:23:55 GMT -5
Mixmaster parts his mouth just a little as Shockwave's finger moves closer to his lips, tilting his head back in response to the pressure and grinning. Are you really so certain you want your fingers so close to a place like a chemist's mouth, Shockwave?
He makes a soft sound, "now, is that really any motivation for not playing with the effects?" Mixmaster says brightly, but not loudly, "just because you say I should not? It sounds quite the opposite to me~"
Though it was tempting. So very tempting. An Autobot all to himself? Oh the possibilities...
"Oh, I don't doubt your ability to use the additive 'properly', but I really must wonder Shockwave, if there is a reason you picked paralysis of all things. Are screechy grounded birdies, all helpless and still, really so...interesting?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 15, 2009 21:55:39 GMT -5
Shockwave's headfins tilt back sharply. The Constructicons can be so damnably difficult at times, and it seems Mixmaster has decided that now is one of those times. Shockwave's hand slides quickly down to curl around Mixmaster's neck and squeeze. Not too much. Just enough to be slightly uncomfortable.
"You try my patience, and while on some subjects I might be inclined to indulge your whims, this is not one of them. Cross me on this, and not even Hook's intervention will save you from my wrath. Please me-" Shockwave's grip tightens even more "- and you will be pleasured in turn."
He releases the Constucticon with a slight shove, "Paralysis because death is not an option for this particular bird. Nor is caging. But a point must be made, and in no uncertain terms. Now, whom from among our more...expendable would you like for a test subject?"
OOC: Manhandling of Mixmaster done with player permission. Also, Mixie, if you would like to arrange with someone to IC'ly be that test subject, go for it. Otherwise, it can be one Random NPC Number 423, or one of the currently abandoned characters from the up-for-grabs list.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 15, 2009 22:38:49 GMT -5
Mixmaster jerks when Shockwave grabs his neck, "grk," and stills completely, watching the purple mechanism with bright optics but not trying just yet to say anything. He waits, since Shockwave was obviously so serious now.
When Shockwave does release him, Mixmaster leans with the shove, releasing a slightly strangled noise in discomfort, before he shoots forward, mouth snapping shut on air. He doesn't actually try to bite Shockwave, not just yet, which says volumes.
The Constructicon looks up mischeviously, systems running hard as they try to find something to do with the excess energy they had been flooded with in preperation for an attack. "Oh," he says, and his voice is slightly strained, though no less cheerful. "Just any old mechanism will do for this, Shockers."
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Random NPC works for me ^^ .
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 16, 2009 23:50:51 GMT -5
Shockwave's head tilts slightly to one side, optic light narrowing and dimming a fraction at Mixmaster's attack upon the air. Not an attack upon his person, not yet, but Shockwave feels the unstable cement mixer is not too far from such a move. Though exactly to what purpose Mixmaster might initiate such an attack remains to be seen.
He reaches down and attempts to take up the bit of coal which Mixmaster had been examining. "Any old mechanism? No, no, I think not," he muses, examining the coal (if he managed to take it), "No, if one is going to test something's effect in regards to a particular type, one might as well do it properly. Perhaps you might also teach a lesson in the doing."
A few moments pass as Shockwave considers, then he nods decisively, "Thundercracker. You may appropriate him at your leisure, through whatever means you desire. Though do take care not to damage him permanently. Also," Shockwave tilts his gaze back to meet Mixmaster's, "He need not know that it is at my behest that he suffers."
OOC: Thundercracker is an abandoned character, and as such is now an NPC. Admin granted approval to use him as test subject for this plot point.
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Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Apr 19, 2009 17:31:39 GMT -5
Mixmaster was only playing Shockwave, didn't you know?
He watches Shockwave take his coal silently, but he's also setting aside the metal plate that held his samples and standing up. He rolls his shoulders a little, working out the kinks absentmindedly. He holds his hand out for the coal, optics flickering down to it and mouth curving in something that may be a smirk.
"Thundercracker? Blue, yes? Why oh why are there so many blue jets Shockers? You'd think we'd run out of paint eventually, wouldn't you think, wouldn't you think?" He doesn't say anything about agreeing to not mention Shockwave's hand in Thundercracker's part in this little experiment, but he does giggle a little. "And that he would suffer? Oh, Shockwave, none of my experiments suffer. They're taking part in great scientific study! They're proud, you know, proud!" And usually screaming, but that was beside the point.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 19, 2009 19:50:45 GMT -5
Shockwave stands along with Mixmaster. He shrugs. "Perhaps because the darker blues tend to be better camouflage against a sunless sky. But then you also have those with brighter colour schemes, so I suppose such a reasoning is not quite without its faults," he says. He gently places the lump of coal back in Mixmaster's hand, but does not immediately release it. Instead, his fingers try to just brush along the edge of the Constructicon's palm.
"Somehow, I doubt they are proud when screaming and shuddering in pain as some virulent concoction of yours rushes through their systems. But let us not get bogged down in argument."
He withdraws his hand. "How have your studies of Hellbender's little find been going?"
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