Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 6, 2013 19:49:28 GMT -5
Epilogue:
A Scout Captain's Secrets
It's common knowledge that Teemo, captain of the Scouts of the Mothership, is one of the most efficient hunters of his kind that many look up to. He is always taking on solo missions, enduring the harsh elements alone and never fearing what lies ahead. Of course, that doesn't mean he won't allow a companion to tag along. Tristana, as most know, is one of his best friends, and together they make an unstoppable tag team. Nothing could escape them if they really set their minds to it. Because of this closeness, Bandle City's media outlets have leaked stories about a budding relationship between the two. Little do they know... this is far from the truth.
It had been two weeks into their first mission together, deep into the jungles of Kumungu. They'd spent the past couple of days tracking down an assassin who was said to have set up camp there. Finally, they stumbled upon a camp of some tribe that made it's home there, and were immediately welcomed in. Of course, this tribe was in such a remote location that they didn't recognize who the Swift Scout and Megling Gunner were. Unfortunately, they also didn't know much of the assassin's location.
During one of the nights of their stay, both yordles were sitting in a tree-house together, staring up at the full moon. It really was a beautiful sight, and without another light around some would even say it was romantic. Tristana and Teemo spent a long while just sitting there peacefully, enjoying each others embrace. Suddenly, Tristana's mood seemed to shift, becoming more nervous and dodgy.
"Trist, is everything alright?" he asked her.
"Oh, I'm fine Teemo. It's just... do you... have feelings for anyone Teemo? Feelings for... me?" she responded.
After a long moment of silence she turned away from him, a hurt expression on her face. He, on the other hand, had started to sweat and blush intensely. Calmly putting a hand on her shoulder, Teemo explained how he thought of her as a great friend and would definitely have feelings for her if it weren't for this one problem. She tried asking him what that problem was, but he wouldn't tell her. They spent the rest of the night together in awkward silence...
Eight months later, after the two had successfully apprehended the criminal in the jungle, Teemo ran into Tristana back at his favorite inn: the Branded Rogue. They shared a... few drinks together. Actually, it was more like they had a few too many drinks. That night they went to the attic, quite drunk, and layed on a pile of straw together with the moonlight shining down on them. That's when Tristana decided to ask Teemo again.
"So Tee... why, heheh... why was it again that you didn't... um... couldn't like me, again...?" she said, waving a glass of honey mead in his face.
He chuckled, clinking their glasses together. "Oh, Trist... it's 'cause I think... *hiccup* I think guys are a lot... uh, what's the wo-...CUTER! I like guys more, eheheh..."
The shock was enough to partially snap them both out of their drunken state, Tristana left very confused and Teemo babbling on to cover up. Calmly, she placed a finger over his lips to quiet him. She was smiling, her cheeks still a little rosy from the drinking.
"So you like... boys more? Well... that's okay! Thanks for tellin' me your secret Teemo. I prooomise I won't tell a soul." she said.
From that night on, Teemo and Tristana were closer than ever. Over time, he explained to her how embarrassed he was about it, and knew that if anyone found out it could ruin his reputation. People may stop believing he was worthy of defending Bandle City, or worse, drive him out. The scout captain feared nothing more than to be seen as a failure in other yordles' eyes. To cover this, he would always act as jubilant as possible whenever he was home, and when he was on a mission or in training he'd be the most serious and deadly yordle in all of Valoran. On the inside, however, Teemo was very shy about his personal troubles, never letting them known to anyone lest they remove his privilege as the Scout's captain.
It's this secret that Teemo lives his life with every day, one that he hopes to be accepted by all one day. Tristana, hopefully, would be only the beginning...
Entry #14:
Loss and Shame
It's been almost two months now... but I still can't get the images out of my head. Back in Kumungu, my team and I had been out hunting some strange plant-based creature, equipped with thorned tentacles and a gaping maw full of razor-sharp teeth. A native was kind enough to lead us to its den... but now I wish he hadn't. For the moment we arrived there, two large tentacles sprang out at the man. I can still remember his screams... the way his arms were violently torn from there sockets, blood splattering around into the eyes of one of the nearby scouts. Even more horrifying was the view of a third vine reaching up the native's posterior, flesh splitting apart as the beast moved a tentacle up through the man's insides, around his spine and removing it with one mighty tug. More blood and shredded intestines poured out of the dead man's rear end as the vine ground it's way back out of him. Luckily none of the others had to see his death... they were using it as a distraction to get closer, deeper into the den. I followed... but things didn't get much better.
We worked hard, using bladed darts to cut down the tentacles from a distance. But it wasn't enough to save all of us. Little Tommy's death... it was only his first mission... he'd been so excited for it. I'm so ashamed of myself for letting it happen. I could have stopped the tentacle from reaching him... the look in his eyes as the creature took ahold of him. I could have stopped it... from driving a vine down his throat and blending his innards to a pulp. The awful images of blood and guts spewing out as his eyes rolled back into his head, his body slowly bulging from the twirling vine until it released him and dropped the lifeless lump of flesh with a bloody splat on the floor. I... could have saved him... but instead I chose to blind the creature's single eye. I know I could have done better. To this day, the memory haunts me. At least we were able to defeat the beast after that with fire. Such a simple solution... and we were too stupid to use it right away for fear of burning ourselves. We lost a good man that day, and the natives have less faith in us for the gruesome death of their tribesman. Hopefully we can restore the honor of the Scouts of the Mothership in the near future...
Entry #16:
My First Feelings
Today didn't go quite as I had expected it to... and I'm still not sure whether or not it was a good thing. You see, I decided to spend a little more time with the yordles around town when I woke up, but instead I ran into Rumble outside his junkyard. I don't know why, but the sight of him sleeping under that tree was just... interesting. Of course I went and woke him up, and now I feel pretty stupid for doing that because we ended up fighting afterwards. Something strange happened though... Rumble started tickling me like crazy. Nobody knows just how ticklish I am, and I hate it when they do it because I just can't do anything. But this time was different, like I actually had fun with it. Anyway, I kinda helped him clean up the place a little and we talked more, but me and my big mouth kept bringing up Tristana. I know he likes her, and I know I wish he didn't, but the least he could do is admit it! Then again... I'm starting to think that would be hypocritical of me...
Later I was feeling so bad for fighting with him so much, so I went for a drink at the pub. It was too loud though, so I went to the attic to rest and think. How was I supposed to know Rumble would show up there? Ended up looking like a fool by spilling mead all over my clothes when Zurri told me he was there... and looking like an even bigger one when he showed up while I was in the bath! What's worse, I didn't know what to do, something came over me so I grabbed the blanket and ran after him. Slipped and fell on top of him, too... Three points for the biggest loser: me. So despite my horrible fur-do and bloody chin, I still got us to his room unseen. Turns out he knew that something was up... that I might actually... like him. I've never really liked someone before, though. Sure, there have been times where I've thought about some of the other guys from the league, but... I haven't really known one of them like this before. Like I really wanted to get to know Rumble... maybe get him to like me back. Too bad it all went downhill from there, making mistake after mistake and just irritating him more. Is that what having a crush does to you? Do I even have a crush...? I know he likes someone else, so why do I still want to spend time getting close to him? And why do I even care? It's like some strange... feelings are controlling me. Too bad I can't go ask someone for advice...
Entry #27:
What Have I Done...?
I spent three whole days at Rumble's workshop this week. Three long, excruciatingly... amazing days. I never thought that I'd ever get so close to Rumble, or more so have him not mind me being so close. It feels great being with someone like this for once... even if it's all one sided. Sure, he said he'd think about it, but I don't think he really means it. And I shouldn't be so proud of these new feelings...
I know, deep down, it irritates him. But even more than that, I need to just learn to control myself. Everywhere else I can keep it bottled, wearing my facade for everyone to see. The deadliest killer in Bandle, who doesn't have a soul to be damaged when he's out on the hunt? Isn't that who I'm supposed to be? Yet when I'm around 'Bull... he just... opens me up without even trying. I just pour out to him, even more than I do to Trist. Do I really love him? Should I really love him? And... am I pushing him to changing for me? Who am I now... and what have I done...?
((So I wanted to try my hand at writing a little... not exactly the greatest, but I hope you enjoy! And criticism is very welcome!))
A Scout Captain's Secrets
It's common knowledge that Teemo, captain of the Scouts of the Mothership, is one of the most efficient hunters of his kind that many look up to. He is always taking on solo missions, enduring the harsh elements alone and never fearing what lies ahead. Of course, that doesn't mean he won't allow a companion to tag along. Tristana, as most know, is one of his best friends, and together they make an unstoppable tag team. Nothing could escape them if they really set their minds to it. Because of this closeness, Bandle City's media outlets have leaked stories about a budding relationship between the two. Little do they know... this is far from the truth.
It had been two weeks into their first mission together, deep into the jungles of Kumungu. They'd spent the past couple of days tracking down an assassin who was said to have set up camp there. Finally, they stumbled upon a camp of some tribe that made it's home there, and were immediately welcomed in. Of course, this tribe was in such a remote location that they didn't recognize who the Swift Scout and Megling Gunner were. Unfortunately, they also didn't know much of the assassin's location.
During one of the nights of their stay, both yordles were sitting in a tree-house together, staring up at the full moon. It really was a beautiful sight, and without another light around some would even say it was romantic. Tristana and Teemo spent a long while just sitting there peacefully, enjoying each others embrace. Suddenly, Tristana's mood seemed to shift, becoming more nervous and dodgy.
"Trist, is everything alright?" he asked her.
"Oh, I'm fine Teemo. It's just... do you... have feelings for anyone Teemo? Feelings for... me?" she responded.
After a long moment of silence she turned away from him, a hurt expression on her face. He, on the other hand, had started to sweat and blush intensely. Calmly putting a hand on her shoulder, Teemo explained how he thought of her as a great friend and would definitely have feelings for her if it weren't for this one problem. She tried asking him what that problem was, but he wouldn't tell her. They spent the rest of the night together in awkward silence...
Eight months later, after the two had successfully apprehended the criminal in the jungle, Teemo ran into Tristana back at his favorite inn: the Branded Rogue. They shared a... few drinks together. Actually, it was more like they had a few too many drinks. That night they went to the attic, quite drunk, and layed on a pile of straw together with the moonlight shining down on them. That's when Tristana decided to ask Teemo again.
"So Tee... why, heheh... why was it again that you didn't... um... couldn't like me, again...?" she said, waving a glass of honey mead in his face.
He chuckled, clinking their glasses together. "Oh, Trist... it's 'cause I think... *hiccup* I think guys are a lot... uh, what's the wo-...CUTER! I like guys more, eheheh..."
The shock was enough to partially snap them both out of their drunken state, Tristana left very confused and Teemo babbling on to cover up. Calmly, she placed a finger over his lips to quiet him. She was smiling, her cheeks still a little rosy from the drinking.
"So you like... boys more? Well... that's okay! Thanks for tellin' me your secret Teemo. I prooomise I won't tell a soul." she said.
From that night on, Teemo and Tristana were closer than ever. Over time, he explained to her how embarrassed he was about it, and knew that if anyone found out it could ruin his reputation. People may stop believing he was worthy of defending Bandle City, or worse, drive him out. The scout captain feared nothing more than to be seen as a failure in other yordles' eyes. To cover this, he would always act as jubilant as possible whenever he was home, and when he was on a mission or in training he'd be the most serious and deadly yordle in all of Valoran. On the inside, however, Teemo was very shy about his personal troubles, never letting them known to anyone lest they remove his privilege as the Scout's captain.
It's this secret that Teemo lives his life with every day, one that he hopes to be accepted by all one day. Tristana, hopefully, would be only the beginning...
Entry #14:
Loss and Shame
It's been almost two months now... but I still can't get the images out of my head. Back in Kumungu, my team and I had been out hunting some strange plant-based creature, equipped with thorned tentacles and a gaping maw full of razor-sharp teeth. A native was kind enough to lead us to its den... but now I wish he hadn't. For the moment we arrived there, two large tentacles sprang out at the man. I can still remember his screams... the way his arms were violently torn from there sockets, blood splattering around into the eyes of one of the nearby scouts. Even more horrifying was the view of a third vine reaching up the native's posterior, flesh splitting apart as the beast moved a tentacle up through the man's insides, around his spine and removing it with one mighty tug. More blood and shredded intestines poured out of the dead man's rear end as the vine ground it's way back out of him. Luckily none of the others had to see his death... they were using it as a distraction to get closer, deeper into the den. I followed... but things didn't get much better.
We worked hard, using bladed darts to cut down the tentacles from a distance. But it wasn't enough to save all of us. Little Tommy's death... it was only his first mission... he'd been so excited for it. I'm so ashamed of myself for letting it happen. I could have stopped the tentacle from reaching him... the look in his eyes as the creature took ahold of him. I could have stopped it... from driving a vine down his throat and blending his innards to a pulp. The awful images of blood and guts spewing out as his eyes rolled back into his head, his body slowly bulging from the twirling vine until it released him and dropped the lifeless lump of flesh with a bloody splat on the floor. I... could have saved him... but instead I chose to blind the creature's single eye. I know I could have done better. To this day, the memory haunts me. At least we were able to defeat the beast after that with fire. Such a simple solution... and we were too stupid to use it right away for fear of burning ourselves. We lost a good man that day, and the natives have less faith in us for the gruesome death of their tribesman. Hopefully we can restore the honor of the Scouts of the Mothership in the near future...
Entry #16:
My First Feelings
Today didn't go quite as I had expected it to... and I'm still not sure whether or not it was a good thing. You see, I decided to spend a little more time with the yordles around town when I woke up, but instead I ran into Rumble outside his junkyard. I don't know why, but the sight of him sleeping under that tree was just... interesting. Of course I went and woke him up, and now I feel pretty stupid for doing that because we ended up fighting afterwards. Something strange happened though... Rumble started tickling me like crazy. Nobody knows just how ticklish I am, and I hate it when they do it because I just can't do anything. But this time was different, like I actually had fun with it. Anyway, I kinda helped him clean up the place a little and we talked more, but me and my big mouth kept bringing up Tristana. I know he likes her, and I know I wish he didn't, but the least he could do is admit it! Then again... I'm starting to think that would be hypocritical of me...
Later I was feeling so bad for fighting with him so much, so I went for a drink at the pub. It was too loud though, so I went to the attic to rest and think. How was I supposed to know Rumble would show up there? Ended up looking like a fool by spilling mead all over my clothes when Zurri told me he was there... and looking like an even bigger one when he showed up while I was in the bath! What's worse, I didn't know what to do, something came over me so I grabbed the blanket and ran after him. Slipped and fell on top of him, too... Three points for the biggest loser: me. So despite my horrible fur-do and bloody chin, I still got us to his room unseen. Turns out he knew that something was up... that I might actually... like him. I've never really liked someone before, though. Sure, there have been times where I've thought about some of the other guys from the league, but... I haven't really known one of them like this before. Like I really wanted to get to know Rumble... maybe get him to like me back. Too bad it all went downhill from there, making mistake after mistake and just irritating him more. Is that what having a crush does to you? Do I even have a crush...? I know he likes someone else, so why do I still want to spend time getting close to him? And why do I even care? It's like some strange... feelings are controlling me. Too bad I can't go ask someone for advice...
Entry #27:
What Have I Done...?
I spent three whole days at Rumble's workshop this week. Three long, excruciatingly... amazing days. I never thought that I'd ever get so close to Rumble, or more so have him not mind me being so close. It feels great being with someone like this for once... even if it's all one sided. Sure, he said he'd think about it, but I don't think he really means it. And I shouldn't be so proud of these new feelings...
I know, deep down, it irritates him. But even more than that, I need to just learn to control myself. Everywhere else I can keep it bottled, wearing my facade for everyone to see. The deadliest killer in Bandle, who doesn't have a soul to be damaged when he's out on the hunt? Isn't that who I'm supposed to be? Yet when I'm around 'Bull... he just... opens me up without even trying. I just pour out to him, even more than I do to Trist. Do I really love him? Should I really love him? And... am I pushing him to changing for me? Who am I now... and what have I done...?
((So I wanted to try my hand at writing a little... not exactly the greatest, but I hope you enjoy! And criticism is very welcome!))
