Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 29, 2012 20:09:45 GMT -5
The birds were chirping and the sun was shining in Bandle city. Smoke gently billowed from the homes of all of the lively yordles, most who were scurrying about and carrying on with their daily lives. The mayor, Dennison Jadefellow, was happily conversing with a few citizens in front of his home. A few children could be seen playing about in the large fountain that made up most of the Bandle City Square. Overall, things seemed quite cheery and peaceful as usual in the great yordle city-state.
Teemo yawned as he entered the main gates, back from another successful mission. Luckily for him there seemed to be fewer and fewer enemies of Bandle each day. Hopefully nothing would change that. He stopped a few times on his way into the city to sign a photo or book, casually nodding or waving to several passing yordles on his way to the Scouts' Headquarters, based next to the Mothership. Once there, he signed in and checked off that his recent mission was complete and had gone well. Afterwards, he left the building and casually began to stroll around the town.
((I hope this was a good enough start... never opened one of these open RP threads before. Tell me if something needs changing!))
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 0:07:28 GMT -5
Rumble strolled into the Bandle City junkyard and started to search through one of the junkyard heaps. After a few seconds of sticking his hands and head into the heap, Rumble popped out, carrying what seemed to be a mashed-up gear. He walked passed several other heaps before reaching his workshop, situated in the middle of the junkyard. Rumble entered his workshop, which was surprisingly organized for a building located in a junkyard, and flipped a switch, causing one of the garage doors to open. Rumble's famous creation, a machine which he calls "Tristy," stood several feet high above the tiny yordle. Rumble hopped on the machine and stuck the mashed-up gear he was carrying earlier onto one of Tristy's arms.
"A-hah! Now that should do it...."
How Rumble built his machine in the first place, no one knew. Rumble was always placing trash-like items onto his battle machine. Despite this, though, everyone knew that his machine was perfectly capable of fighting on the Fields of Justice no matter what bizarre gears Rumble put into his machine.
Rumble closed the garage and walked out of his workshop. He glanced around the junkyard. The junkyard was surprisingly very organized for being, well, a junkyard, but Rumble liked it that way. Organization is good.
He left the junkyard and strolled towards a nearby tree. Rumble had been working all day improving Tristy and building other machines. He yawned and laid against the tree, then fell into a nap.
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 0:42:04 GMT -5
After a nice stroll through the town, and not finding anything particularly out of order, Teemo decided to go take a look around outside the town's borders. It really was a nice day out, great for a walk through the pastures. As he walked, he hummed softly to himself, his blowgun resting on his shoulder. Unknowingly to most people, Teemo was also keeping his eyes sharp. Most thought he walked with them closed, but really he was just squinting so often it became a habit when he was scouting. He guessed that most people didn't even know what color his eyes were.
Continuing his walk, Teemo sniffed the air and recognized a scent from the fields. One he didn't often actually smell outside of the fields. After a short period of searching, Teemo spotted Rumble sleeping under a tree. He silently made his way up to the Mechanized Menace, observing him for a moment before deciding it was safe to approach. He pokes Rumbles nose with the end of his blowgun, chuckling.
"Boy, Rumble, I didn't really take you as one for napping under the trees. Starting to get a little tired of your machines?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 0:52:43 GMT -5
Rumble snorted when Teemo poked him in the nose, and he opened one eye to look at the scout. Upon realizing that his disturber was Teemo, Rumble quickly scooted back against the tree, which only caused him to bonk his head against the tree trunk. Rumble got up to both legs and rubbed the back of his head.
"Ow... Eh, what are you doing here?! Can't a yordle get some peace and rest by himself?!"
Rumble glared at Teemo and poked him in the belly, but he also felt embarrassed that he was caught napping under a tree. Rumble really didn't expect Teemo to appear in front of him so soon. "And whaddya mean I'm getting tired of my machines?! Aren't I allowed to take a short break once in a while?!"
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 1:02:35 GMT -5
Teemo twitched slightly when he was poked. Very, very few people knew that he was actually very ticklish. It was enough to make him laugh and back away, slightly embarrassed.
"He-hey! Sorry for disturbing your beauty sleep, Rumble. I just wasn't expecting to see you out of the junkyard, under a tree sleeping. And I was kinda joking about the machines. Can't you take a joke?"
Starting to regain his composure, Teemo did his best to lose the smile and act a little more upset, folding his arms and meeting Rumble's glare with steely eyes.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 1:09:38 GMT -5
Rumble kept glaring at Teemo, not being affected by Teemo's own glare. He marched towards Teemo and poked his belly again, not seeming to calm down whatsoever.
"Joke?! Whaddya mean, a joke?! Listen bud, ya don't wake someone up when they're trying to catch a snooze unless ya got something important to say, and I don't see anything important going on right now!"
Rumble folded his arms and muttered under his breath. "Sheesh, can't get a nice break once in a while..."
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 1:15:46 GMT -5
Again, Teemo crumples slightly from being poked, losing his breath for a moment. He steps back further, now actually angry. Any hint of enjoyment left his eyes and he was fully glaring at Rumble, holding his arms over his stomach.
"Stop that. And can't a fellow champion come and wake you to say hi once in a while? I thought it would be nice to try and chat with you for once, but apparently you've got better things to do."
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 1:24:45 GMT -5
Rumble was well known for being a bit of a hothead to everyone, and champions weren't an exception. He tapped his foot and continued to glare daggers at Teemo. The Mechanized Menace never seemed to calm down once, but he did seem to grow angrier by the second.
"As a matter of fact, I do have better things to do. Life as a champ ain't easy, little bud. I got machines to build, and I've gotta continue to improve Tristy! Heck, I haven't even started the paint job on her yet!"
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 1:35:14 GMT -5
Teemo snarled, bumping their foreheads together in anger. His eyes were in a dead-lock with Rumble's. It's needless to say that this encounter with the Mechanized Menace was not going as well as hoped.
"Don't you think I know that life isn't easy for a league champion? Don't you think I know that you want to keep working on Tristy and make her more amazing? I didn't think you'd be upset with someone trying to be nice and talk to you for once. Yes, I apologize for joking about your machines, but that doesn't mean you have to be such a hot head over it."
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 2:09:22 GMT -5
Rumble growled at Teemo. Actually, Rumble was only mad because he was disturbed in the middle of a nap, and Rumble was still slightly tired from it. Rumble was about to retaliate with some more rants, but he decided to drop the issue immediately since he barely had any energy to argue any further.
"...Fine. Just... Don't wake me up when I'm sleeping, okay?" he grumbled.
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 2:23:40 GMT -5
Teemo held his glare for a moment when a different portion of his brain kicked in again. Certain thoughts cross his mind and his eyes soften, lowering lightly as his snarl withers into an unhappy grimace. He doesn't make away, but his body does lose a lot of the tension it had built up leaning forehead-to-forehead with the other yordle.
"Alright. ... And I didn't mean what I said about you getting lazy. I just thought it was different, seeing you away from all of the metal stuff for once. Thought that maybe it meant you weren't too busy to just talk for once."
He sighs and looks towards the junkyard, then up at Bandle. He didn't want to ruin a good day like this, a day away from the missions.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 2:32:17 GMT -5
With a short "Hmph," Rumble walked back to the tree he was napping under. He was about to lie against the tree trunk again, but he stopped and pondered about something for a little bit. Rumble turned around and walked back towards Teemo, his expression getting more calmer.
"Hmph... Sure, I spend most of my days working in my workshop, but even I have to take a break once in a while." Rumble sighed and placed a hand on Teemo's shoulder. He attempted to plaster a small smile on his face before continuing to talk. "Besides, I suppose I could take a short break to chit-chat with ya... I don't really feel that tired anymore, bud."
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 2:45:16 GMT -5
Teemo was about to head back to the city when Rumble stopped him. He turned and looked at the other yordle, mildly confused by his new tone. He was a little astonished, in fact, eyes growing a little wider. He puts a hand up to Rumble's, an unsure look on his face, and after a moment removes the hand.
"Uh... well if you want to now. We can still sit under the tree if you want, though. It's still a nice day out, so it'd be nice."
He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his confused mind, a small smile finding it's way onto his face.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Dec 30, 2012 2:59:19 GMT -5
Rumble quietly grumbled. He certainly wasn't used being nice to anyone, but he wasn't in the mood for arguing either. Besides, Rumble hardly talked to any yordles, for he was often working on his machines. His little break right now could be a nice time to talk with Teemo. Rumble patted Teemo on the back and led him to the tree.
"Listen bud, I ain't in the mood to argue right now... 'Sides, I haven't talked to anyone in a while. I suppose it'll be nice to talk for a bit, yeah."
Rumble sighed and sat down on the grass with his head leaning on the tree. "So, what's life like fer ya right now?"
Post by The Swift Scout on Dec 30, 2012 3:06:10 GMT -5
Teemo nodded to Rumble, walking with him over to the tree. He sat next to him, leaning back and closing his eyes to calm down, breathing slowly.
"Oh, just... busy with scouting missions. At least things have been slowing down a bit lately. I was starting to think Trist would be the only other yordle I'd see again. Eheh... how about you? Life treating you well?"
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