...Then, Veigar walks away, Ryze was going to take hours of resting, and he didn't wanted to keep talking with Teemo
An hour later aproximately...
After walking around the less populated areas of the city, Veigar finally finds the old house that he was looking for, those were just ruins of what was that place once, the old home of his former self. The place hasnt been occupied during a long time, not even by the homeless yordles of the city... Maybe due fear or maybe something else.
The master of evil sat on an stone while looking the old building, his eyes were not glowing and the only shadows on his face were the shadows of his hat. Veigar was alone in that place and he didnt needed to hide anything to anyone. He started to remember the past that he wishes to forget but he will never do...
Yes, Veigar hates remembering his past, but its something that he can not avoid.
((Maybe someone is there, i don't know... Is "Open" after all, however, Veigar will cover his face if someone approaches him ))
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jun 20, 2013 2:23:05 GMT -5
Tick. Tock.
Late afternoon. The sun rays streaked through the bright blue above, veiled slightly by the lazy drifting of the clouds. The temperature marked at exactly 22.2 degrees Celsius - perfect for outdoor play and relaxation. The birds dominated the afternoon sky, though barely a caw quacked from any one of them.
Save for two yordles, the streets were barren.
Tick. Tock.
Rumble huffed and panted as he tramped the empty roads. He wore his usual work outfit and he bore a gigantic, active clock behind his back, forcing the yordle to bend in an obtuse angle and directing his view downwards throughout his journey. The clock's continuous and loud ticking and tocking reverberated the air around it in perfect rhythm.
"Grr, why did I have to make this clock so damn heavy..."
Tick. Tock.
The mechanic received the order from a bookshop storekeeper. Or maybe it was an antique storekeeper. Rumble didn't bother remembering. However, he guessed that the order came from the bookshop storekeeper, because people who read books tended to lose their track of time. Rumble knew this from personal experience.
And it was never good to lose track of time.
Tick. Tock.
The muttering mechanic failed to notice the one other yordle situated on the streets. The incessant struggling with the journey and the clock eliminated all neighboring environments around the blue yordle, save for the road in front of him. As Rumble continued to mutter audibly and tramp boisterously, with the clock continuing its vociferous ticking and tocking, he slowly passed by the one adumbral yordle that sat inert on the stone, tranced by the building in front of him.
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Jun 20, 2013 13:24:01 GMT -5
The sound of the clock don't stop the concentration of Veigar in the first instance, in fact, he thought that was his imagination. He continued thinking about the past.
Tick. Tock.
He muttered for himself, without noticing the yordle that walked on the street. "... Yes, time marches on and never turns back"
Tick. Tock.
The clock sounded again, closer, it wasnt his imagination, someone was there. He stopped his meditation and returned to the present. His eyes shone as usual and the darkness covered his face once again. Veigar stared the champion and the clock without a word, maybe Rumble did not noticed him.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jun 21, 2013 3:58:08 GMT -5
Rumble walked on. He heard Veigar's quiet mutterings, but he couldn't quite tell what those mutterings were. Nevertheless, the mechanic didn't care, for the only goal in his mind was reaching his destination.
Tick. Tock. Trip.
...Well, reaching his destination, until Rumble's foot caught onto a large rock on the road. The yordle fell with the heavy clock still strapped on, and the dust fluttered to his eyes. Now the mechanic's primary goal was to get up.
Tick. Tock.
Rumble turned to face the one other yordle on the streets. The dust obscured the mechanic's vision, so he couldn't quite distinguish the clothes that Veigar was wearing. Rumble raised a hand and waved at the other yordle in a cry for help.
"Oi, can you lend a hand-"
Tick. Tock.
He stopped. Something wasn't right. The yordle that Rumble cried out to reeked of evil, and Rumble could sense this. The mechanic didn't know why he was getting such a vexatious vibe from the mere presence of the mysterious yordle. The dust in Rumble's eyes proved to be an annoyance, too. Had the dust not caught up in his eyes, the blue yordle could most likely have instantly marked the mysterious yordle as Veigar due to the wizard clothes.
But Rumble's main priority wasn't the strange yordle, though. It was getting up and moving to his destination.
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Jun 21, 2013 20:34:21 GMT -5
"... Great... he noticed me" Veigar thought for himself with sarcasm after Rumble called for help. Certainly was an enjoyable sight, Rumble there on the floor, covered by dust and with one of his own pieces of junk that doesn't let him get up... the best part is that Rumble was asking for his help. Veigar chuckles loudly without moving from his position and replies
"I am the master of evil, of course that I am NOT going to help YOU"
Then he stretches to be more comfortable and keep looking at the building.
Tick. Tock.
That sound wasn't helping, due that sound Veigar was more concentrated on the pathetic yordle that needed help... Relying on others is a behavior nearly basic from the yordles and Veigar detests that.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jun 23, 2013 1:41:07 GMT -5
Rumble blinked his eyes in surprise and quickly rubbed them to get the dust out. So that's why his spine was getting the evil chill. Of course the one other yordle on the streets had to be Veigar.
Tick. Tock.
"Oh, so it's you. Hmph, well if the stupid dust didn't scourge my eyes up, of course I wouldn't be askin' for help, ya little twat," Rumble retorted. He grumbles to himself and gets up to his feet slowly, the heavy clock on his back proving to be a heavyweight. Somehow, the mechanic's fall miraculously failed to alter the rhythm of the clockwork hands one bit.
Tick. Tock.
Rumble flared at Veigar with contempt as he regained his composure, though the blue yordle was fairly embarrassed for making such a silly and careless move in front of the tiny wizard. The mechanic grumbled and wiped the remaining dust off of his fur before crossing his arms and glaring at Veigar. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be doin' yer little evil things that aren't actually evil?"
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Jun 23, 2013 13:20:33 GMT -5
The tiny wizard gets annoyed with the words of Rumble, without stopping his "rest" Veigar replies in a mocking tone
"And you shouldn't be yelling to the whole city about how Heimerdinger it's a "sellout"? Or wasting your time with Teemo and Tristana? ... Who by the way, are at the "Branded Rogue" right now"
He didn't cared about the mechanic or why Rumble was there, the only thing that the mage wanted was being alone.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jun 23, 2013 16:49:11 GMT -5
Rumble rolled his eyes and retorted back at the wizard, getting more irritated by the second.
"Yeah yeah, been there, done that. And why don'tcha barge into the Rogue and go check for yerself, ya twat?"
Tick. Tock.
The cloud still clicked as loud as it did before. Rumble unstrapped the heavy contraption from his back and placed it in front of him. The mechanic rested his arms on the clock and put his chin on his wrists.
"'Sides, I don't see any reason why you'd be sittin' in this ol', lonely place, unless yer trying to fill your ol', lonely heart."
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Jun 23, 2013 19:41:31 GMT -5
Veigar stands up, more angry after the mechanic called him twat for SECOND time and by staying in that place talking to him. He stares the blue yordle with his glowing eyes and answer.
"My HEART is already filled with DARKNESS and HATE, i don't need anyone or anything else... The ONLY reason of why i am here is because i didn't wanted to WAIT for the recuperation of the thorn mage near of the dumbass scout and her girlfriend"
The tiny master of evil knew that Tristana is not the girlfriend of Teemo, but saying that could anger the mechanic at least a bit.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jun 24, 2013 1:48:53 GMT -5
Rumble's ears twitched. Veigar's comment about Tristana and Teemo succeeded in irking the mechanic. The blue yordle's nostrils flared, though he also sneered back at the wizard.
"You only hate everyone, because no one likes you back."
Tick. Tock.
Oddly enough, the mechanic suddenly chuckled as a small but sly smile crept upon his face. He started to trace along the clock's edge with his right finger.
"That's okay. You can stay that way. You know, everyone hating you and all. I've been there too."
Tick. Tock.
Rumble continue to trace his finger down the clock's edge until it traveled a full 90 degree arc, then he reversed directions and traced back upwards.
"I'm sure you know the past is immutable. You can't change it, and it sticks onto you like a mosquito on a hot summer's day. That's why time is so cruel; it keeps moving along, and if ya make a mistake, it sticks onto you for the rest of yer life."
Tick. Tock.
"You can fix what you've done... or you can cower and attempt to run away from time. You can't run forever, though; time always catches up, and time always wins."
Rumble stopped moving his finger. His smile disappeared, and a frown took its place. The mechanic slowly shook his head at the wizard.
Tick. Tock.
"To me, you've always run away. You've always attempted to escape your past with no avail, instead of turning around and facing it valiantly."
Rumble gazed at Veigar with contempt. The mechanic's expression didn't even resemble anything of anger. It simply bore of pure disappointment.
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Jun 25, 2013 16:33:34 GMT -5
Veigar just laughs, the mechanic was a fool, Rumble barely knows the magician due the matches on the fields and information from the League. "Ha, Fix what i've done? I don't want to fix anything that i have done, believe it or not, i like living as i do"
Tick. Tock.
He walks towards the old house, grinning. "I hate being a yordle, but, i would never change my live."
Tick. Tock.
The evil wizard looks at Rumble again. "If it wasn't for the things that i passed, I would have a boring life as an idiot merchant or something like that"
Then, he makes a short pause and continues talking "Sometimes i think that Noxus made me a favor, the prison helped me to open my eyes and get the power that i have..." Veigar didn't seemed to be lying, even if its hard to tell due the shadows that cover his face.
Tick.
"... But i will make them suffer anyways" The yordle sounded optimist about it.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jun 27, 2013 3:37:27 GMT -5
Rumble looked away and snickered. Veigar was definitely talking gibberish now. Even if the wizard lived for an extra ten thousand years, he would still never bring a village under his control. The mechanic sighed and smiled amusedly at Veigar.
"I think the reason you hate being a yordle is because you know that you won't be able to bring anyone under your control due to your tiny stature," Rumble sneered, purposely emphasizing the word tiny. Rumble continued to smile tauntingly at the wizard and chuckled. "Don't worry, I've also been there too."
Tick. Tock.
Rumble strapped the clock to his back and turned away, beginning to make his leave. The mechanic bent slightly from the weight, but he didn't look at all uncomfortable with the heavy contraption on his back.
"Well, just keep on doing what you like doing, I guess. I ain't stopping you from living in yer own fantasy. Dream all you like, but nothing's gonna change."
Tick. Tock.
Then Rumble resumed his journey and continued walking down the roads of the barren area.
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Jun 28, 2013 17:33:46 GMT -5
Strangely Veigar does not get angry, he just look at the mechanic who was walking away. He was not going to give up with his evil dreams, even if it sounded "crazy" and "impossible"... those are words invented by close minded people. And after all, those "dreams" were the only thing that kept him alive during his imprisonment.
((Dammn i lost the text that i wrote, so this is the summary...))
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...Then, Veigar walks away, Ryze was going to take hours of resting, and he didn't wanted to keep talking with Teemo
