Post by darkphantomking0 on Jan 19, 2013 4:48:32 GMT -5
Ziggs grew bored of just sitting and listening to the girls' chitter-chatter, so he decided to see how Rumble and Teemo were doing in the forge. So without saying a word to the ladies he slid his weight off of the chair he was sitting in, slipping down to his feet with a grunt of effort, and then headed on to see the closest things he had to friends.
"Hey you guys, I just wanted....to see....what...."
His greeting to the two yordles trailed off as he entered and witnessed something he'd never imagined possible. Rumble was hunched over Teemo, who was lying on the floor, and it looked like....Well, it really seemed like....No, it could be! They couldn't have that sort of relationship....could they? Ziggs stared at the two yordles with his mouth agape, looking for all the world like he'd seen the most shocking thing ever.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 19, 2013 8:39:15 GMT -5
Rumble indeed had made a few mistakes, but the biggest one was probably giving too many breaths. This caused a major upset in Teemo's lungs, the water and carbon dioxide swirling around until eventually...
Teemo jolts his head upwards, slipping his mouth below Rumble's before sputtering out a large amount of liquid, followed by getting on all fours and coughing up an even larger amount of liquid until all of the water was out of his lungs. The scout then weakly opened his eyes for a moment before collapsing to the floor, breathing heavily.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 19, 2013 13:56:58 GMT -5
Hearing the commotion in the forge room, Poppy stands up. She quickles blinks and shakes her head, starting to feel the effects of alcohol. She heads over to the door and looks inside, seeing Teemo on the ground and the other two near him.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 19, 2013 16:12:03 GMT -5
Rumble is immediately taken aback by surprise when Teemo coughs up the liquid. Rumble falls backwards and spits out some of the liquid that Teemo coughed up into his mouth. His clothes become stained from the water, and his mind becomes dizzy from the events that occurred in the past three seconds or so.
Rumble silently rates this situation as the second-most unpleasant one he's ever had to deal with, the first one being the time when he almost got burned alive by an incinerator that he built. (He smashed up the incinerator into scrap metal shortly afterwards.)
Rumble looks at Teemo momentarily and notices that he was breathing. Oh good, at least he's getting some air, he thinks. Rumble then turns around and notices that Ziggs and Poppy were watching them with a very interested look on their faces. He immediately blurts out the first phrase that comes into his mind, which will probably scar his dignity for the rest of his life.
"It's not what it looks like!"
In Rumble's situation, the number one phrase to not blurt out is the phrase that Rumble just happened to blurt out. In fact, Poppy and Ziggs probably now believes even more that it is what it looks like, that Rumble and Teemo were indeed making out in Poppy's smithy.
Rumble's facial expression transforms into a look of absolute horrified realization as he dawns upon what he just said. His expression practically radiated the words "Oh shit" in font sizes of 7 as Rumble just sat still, looking kind of like a loser.
At this point, Rumble is contemplating all the ways he could kill himself right now, one of them being impaling himself with a toothpick that he kept in his pocket. Of course, Rumble doesn't actually kill himself, because that would involve a series of even more emergency medical procedures, which would just complicate this roleplay even more than it needed to be.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 19, 2013 16:28:04 GMT -5
Teemo was too dazed to comprehend what was happening around him. After some heavy breathing he manages to lift himself onto all fours again, staring at his soaked, furry arms. All of the past thirty seconds were a blur to him, but slowly things were coming back into focus. He looks up and sees Rumble there, figuring he must have been the savior. The scout moves forward and wraps his arms around the mechanic weakly, speaking loud enough for the others to hear.
"Oh, Rumble I almost drowned. Thanks for... saving me." It's then that he notices the other two staring at them. He squints and looks up at them with minor concern.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 20, 2013 2:24:07 GMT -5
Rumble seemed oblivious to Teemo hugging and talking to him, as he continued to stare at Poppy and Ziggs with the same horrified expression. After a few seconds of painful silence, Rumble finally started to show signs of motion, which were his eyes darting from left to right in an extremely distressed manner.
"Um, um, um," stuttered Rumble. At this point, Rumble could have simply explained what really happened to Poppy and Ziggs, that Teemo was drowning and he had to perform CPR. They would presumably understand that Rumble and Teemo weren't making out after all, then Rumble could leave the smithy and not be completely scarred for the rest of his life.
However, that would be really boring, and Rumble's a yordle that deserves to be humiliated anyways.
Rumble continued to stutter a series of "um"s and "er"s, clearly at a loss of proper Valoranese words. Rumble started to glance at literally everything in the room in a very distressed manner. He felt as if everything in the room, animate or inanimate, had eyes, and all of those eyes were pointed directly at him. That trough had eyes. That hammer had eyes. Even that obscure-looking piece of flint had eyes.
Frankly, Rumble still looked like a loser, because he was sitting down in a loser-ish manner and he was stuttering in a loser-ish manner and he was rapidly looking at everything in a loser-ish manner.
This was definitely a bad day already going to worse.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 20, 2013 2:48:18 GMT -5
Teemo slowly turns and looks at Rumble, still very concerned. He raises a hand, holding it there before swiping it harshly across the mechanic's face to bring him back to his senses.
"Rumble... you okay? Did the breaths take too much air out of you or something...?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 22, 2013 18:49:36 GMT -5
Rumble winces when Teemo slaps him across the face. He raises a hand and rubs his cheek with it. "Ow... what was that for..."
After a few more seconds of rubbing, Rumble sits up straight and looks at Poppy with a slightly nervous manner. "Um, Teemo fell into that water trough there, and he nearly drowned, so I had to rescue him. He was unconscious, so I had to, er... administer desperate measures to save him."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 23, 2013 13:28:30 GMT -5
"I see... shall we return to the living room?"
Poppy turns around and heads back to the main room, placing her glass on the table before heading to the kitchen to check what the people of Bandle City had supplied the smithy with.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 23, 2013 15:37:44 GMT -5
"S-sure..."
Rumble scratches the back of his head nervously and gets up rather slowly. He stumbles once before he's fully on his feet, then he slowly follows Poppy. Rumble casts an awkward glance at Teemo for a moment before looking away.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 23, 2013 19:11:45 GMT -5
((I was kinda hoping to wait for Ziggs but... guess he's not coming back either...))
Teemo blinks at Poppy, unsure of how to answer when out of the blue Rumble takes the stand. He stares at the mechanic, smiling faintly yet admirably for saving him. He was still a little drunk, but at least his head was a little more clear now. His smile fades when Rumble looks back awkwardly.
The scout slowly gets to his feet, still a little weak and in pain from the recent occurrence. Still soaked to the bone, Teemo shakes out most of the excess water before entering the other room slowly and taking a seat next to the others. He didn't bother grabbing another drink.
"So... sorry for what happened back in there Rumble. Guess I was being a little careless."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 24, 2013 4:30:33 GMT -5
Poppy goes through the cabinets, finding a surprising amount of supplies there. Most of it canned or otherwise long-lasting food, obviously left there because she would not be around much due to her position. She does find a few more bottles of drinks there. Surprising...
She leaves them there and returns to the main room and sits down in her chair again, picking her glass up and looking at the others in the room silently for now.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 24, 2013 19:21:17 GMT -5
Rumble felt his fur rise on his neck when Tristana asked her question. Without turning to look at her, Rumble stuttered, "O-oh, n-nothing much, T-trist..." He grabbed a chair, sat on it, and plopped his head on the table.
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