Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 1, 2013 19:18:07 GMT -5
Rumble puts his hands on his cheeks and drops his elbows to his knees. He doesn't respond for a few seconds, obviously pondering about something.
"Yeah, that's what I'd prefer," he sighs. "Except... I'm around you so often now and you do this stuff to me all the time anyways that I'm already freaking used to it. Ugh..." Rumble rests his arms on his lap and drops his forehead to his arms, his thoughts starting to conflict each other again.
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 1, 2013 19:26:59 GMT -5
Teemo looks over his shoulder at his friend solemnly. After a moment of thought he reaches out to his friend, hesitating once before putting a hand on his shoulder gently.
"Hey... It's okay. I don't want to be a bother for you, so... if it's making it hard for you I'll... I'll just stop, since that's what you prefer."
The scout bites his lip, feeling... empty, it seemed. He lets his hand slide from Rumble's shoulder and slips down from the bed. Why was he feeling like this again? Maybe the officials were right... maybe he really was losing his touch.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 1, 2013 21:07:25 GMT -5
Rumble sighed and slid off the bed. "Yeah, thanks," he muttered in a not-so-thankful tone. He walked out of the bedroom and into the main workshop area. He scanned the area for a minute, then sighed again and opened another door, which was the door that led to the garage that housed Tristy.
Rumble entered the garage and turned on the lights. He stared at his machine, Tristy, for a good amount of time. Rumble had to admit to himself, he hadn't used Tristy very often nowadays apart from the league matches, so Rumble hadn't worked on Tristy very much now. However, that wasn't the main concern on Rumble's mind.
To Rumble, Tristy was the pride of his work. The machine represented his ambition, his passion, and his aggressiveness. He missed the days where he could work on Tristy and his machines without having a second worry in his mind. Rumble sighed and circled around his creation. His ambition, his dignity, his enthusiasm...
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 1, 2013 21:44:40 GMT -5
Teemo stayed in the bedroom for some time, thinking to himself. The more he thought about it, the more he felt sure that there was something wrong with him. It used to be just him and the mission, with a clear objective and the termination of unnecessary obstacles. Things were so easy back then. But now... now there was something more. He didn't just come home with an emotional high to drain at a tavern or inn after every mission. The emotion was spanned out evenly over the course of a day, maybe a week or month even. He was focused on the mission, but deep in his mind there was something new to look for, something he didn't quite understand yet. Would this cost him his career? His life's work? What exactly is causing these... feelings, anyway? It was all too foreign for the scout captain, but as much as he despised it, he also yearned for it. Perhaps in time he'd find the answer.
The scout exits the bedroom in search of his friend, spotting the now opened door almost immediately. He steps inside and turns to Rumble, following the mechanic's gaze all the way to his mech. Teemo could tell that something was troubling Rumble. Maybe it had to do with what they talked about earlier? Well, maybe he couldn't help himself with his trouble, but at least he could help his friend. Slowly he steps closer to Rumble, folding his arms and holding them to prevent any unwanted contact. Even a minor act like this took great effort and made him feel hurt, somewhere, but he brushed it aside for the sake of his pal.
"So, she's stored here then? Looks like, even after all of the battles, and even though you're so busy, you still can keep her in top condition, huh...?"
For the first time he looks at Rumble again with cheerful eyes, though deep within them he hid the discomfort.
"You're a really good mechanic, Rumble. A strong, hard-working one at that. Bandle is lucky to have a yordle like you, and I can't wait to see those machines you wanted to work on for the city. I know they'll be just as amazing as Tristy here."
The thoughts in his mind kept poking and stabbing him. They filled his head with thoughts of worthlessness and failure. It... frightened him. If there was anything to fill the little yordle with fear, it'd be the certainty of failure. But what was he so afraid of losing? It was just too much. In a second Teemo turns himself about and grips his arms, hiding the pained look on his face and trying to keep any unhappy tones from his voice. He wasn't, however, able to prevent his ears from dropping slightly.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 1, 2013 22:11:28 GMT -5
Rumble sighed and continued to stare at his machine. He seemed oblivious to Teemo, even when the scout spoke. The mechanic simply continued to stare at his mech. The mech seemed a little rusty, but a little cleaning would bring it back into top-notch condition. After a minute of silence, Rumble sighed and walked towards Teemo.
"Alright. Um..."
Rumble gazed towards the floor, avoiding Teemo's own stare. He really couldn't think of what to say to the scout.
"Sorry for... not giving you a good time here, Tee. And... yeah."
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 1, 2013 22:31:08 GMT -5
Teemo was about to make his exit when Rumble adds his last comment. It sparks more thoughts, this time darker, angrier ones. Ones that he'd often use to cloud his mind on mission. The scout grits his teeth angrily and turns around with crossed arms, dark circles around his eyes.
"Yeah... sorry. Sorry I bothered dropping by and making things awkward for you. Sorry I can't help myself sometimes because I still have these feelings around you, like I want to make things better for you. But you never really cared about that anyway, so yeah."
He cuts off the last word with a sharp inhale, widening his eyes and moving a shaky hand up over his mouth. All he can conjure from his throat is a series of strained stutters as he holds his hands out in front of him, staring down at them and how much they were shaking. The words that had just flown out of him... it felt like he'd just torn out his own heart. He didn't understand. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even recognize himself anymore, hating what he was becoming. Slowly, staggering, he backs up a little before looking up at Rumble in fear. After about a second he turns around and hurries for the door, not even bothering to pick up his boots and scarf on the way out. The scout dives into the snowstorm outside, but luckily the high garbage piles were making a nice barrier. He makes his way out of the junkyard as quickly as he can. The place was only bringing more thoughts and memories into his head, and he had to get away. After running a few feet from the junkyard's entrance, he slips and falls to his stomach. Slowly he picks himself up onto his hands and knees, gripping the frozen snow beneath him and soaking his clothing. A strange sensation touches his cheek and he raises a hand to feel it, still cringing tensely. After wiping up the tear he stares at it with disbelief. Crying? Again? Without any lack of sleep or drink in his system? Teemo simply stood there in the cold and wet of the blizzard, solid as stone. What... was happening to him?
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 1, 2013 22:57:58 GMT -5
Rumble stared at Teemo - or, the spot where Teemo was standing - at disbelief. He tried apologizing to the scout, and that's the thanks he gets? The jerk! Of course Rumble cared! Well, not externally, but mentally, he did! A little.
Rumble clenches his fists angrily and storms into his bedroom. It was all Teemo's fault to begin with! It was because of the scout's impulses and the scout's impulses that Rumble even stirred up his own feelings in the first place! If Rumble didn't have those conflicting thoughts, life would be so much better! He missed the days where he could build his machines in peace, without having any stupid conflicting emotions and thoughts. Those were the best days.
Then Rumble realized something. He actually did have days where he did build machines without any worries very recently - namely, the past three weeks. Then Rumble realized something else. The past three weeks have been so good to him because Teemo never interacted with him during that time period. Yes, it was Teemo after all! Every time Teemo was around Rumble, the conflicting thoughts that tormented Rumble would always return to the mechanic's mind. However, when Teemo wasn't around, the thoughts would never come to bother Rumble.
Rumble hopped off the bed and put on his work goggles and gloves. He seemed to have an aura of confidence and pride radiating from him as he began working on his machines once more. Rumble finally found the solution to his problem. He would throw Teemo away from his life! Yes, that would solve everything. If Teemo's out of his life, then the conflicting thoughts and worries will bother him no more! And if Teemo came back? Well, just let him try! Rumble would ignore the scout and focus solely on his work. The mechanic smiled. Already, Rumble could feel his confidence returning by the second.
However, throwing Teemo away from his life felt wrong to the mechanic, somehow. Rumble hesitated his work for a moment. Would ignoring the scout pain him somehow? Bah, whatever! The past three weeks have been good to him, why wouldn't the rest of his life be? Rumble would forget all about the scout soon, as long as he didn't interact with the scout anymore, then Rumble would live the life he's always wanted to live.
Rumble resumed working again. He'll forget about Teemo and he'll be happy in doing so. The thoughts and emotions would pain him no more, and Rumble would spend the rest of his life working on his machines, alone. That's how it always was in the past, and it would be a very ideal life...
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 1, 2013 23:13:25 GMT -5
Teemo couldn't stand still any longer. Physically he couldn't. The cold would overpower him too quickly. He didn't even try to fight the tears anymore, now focused on surviving. Sure, it would be easy to just crawl back to the workshop and warm up. But he couldn't do that... not after everything he'd done, all of the things he felt. Even if he tried going back, he knew he'd never be allowed in, even if it were to retrieve his possessions.
The scout weakly crawls on, shivering from the cold and wetness. He makes his way to the edge of the forest nearby and searches for what feels like an hour before he manages to find a hollow large enough to hide from the wind. Unfortunately, the entrance to the junkyard was still visible, and he was able to see a distinct trail in the snow from his location all the way into the workshop. No matter... the wind would probably cover it up in another hour or so. He gathers a few sticks and leaves, but everything is too wet to even attempt a decent fire. The wind blew out any small flames he made anyways. With nothing left to do, Teemo pulls off his wet sweater and folds it up, using it as a pillow as he curls into a shivering ball of fur. He'd never felt more alone... but then again, didn't he always feel alone before? Perhaps... but this is the first time where alone was the last thing he wanted to be.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 1, 2013 23:31:40 GMT -5
Rumble continued to work on his machines for a while. He takes a glance out of his window and notices the severe snowstorm whipping up. Rumble shrugs, obviously not caring about the snowstorm, since he was feeling fairly comfortable in his warm, cozy workshop. Above all, though, he was working on his machines with pride and ambition, and without a single conflicting thought in his mind.
That is, until he noticed that Teemo forgot his boots and scarf. Rumble takes another peek out of his window. Yep, the snowstorm was gradually getting worse by the minute. Rumble pauses in his work for a moment, wondering how Teemo would fare out there. Bah! Who cares? Teemo was supposed to be a forgotten nobody now! The only thing Teemo did for Rumble was get in the way! Besides, Teemo's a scout. He probably found some place warm to survive. If he was smart, he probably went back to the coffee shop.
Rumble resumed his work, but he didn't work very long until he took another peek at the snowstorm. What if Teemo didn't go to the coffee shop? Rumble tried to ignore this thought and continued to work. However, the disturbing thoughts were coming back again... some that were starting to worry Rumble quite a bit.
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 1, 2013 23:41:54 GMT -5
The scout creaks open his eyes, but immediately closes them. The cold was stinging, but he'd survive... he was a scout after all! Sure, he'd never been specially trained for this specific situation, but he'd done the best he could. He couldn't go back to Bandle this way, though, not in this condition. The officials were right. He needed some thinking time, some alone time. Maybe after this storm passed he could go further into the woods and spend another month away. Yeah... that's what he would do. His body shudders as another wave of cold air rushed by, and he was starting to feel an odd, serene tiredness come to him. A nap wouldn't hurt while he waited... and he really was starting to feel tired. His arms and legs were already numb enough anyway. With a few more shallow breaths, Teemo attempted to slumber in the small hollow of the tree with no success, body shivering occasionally as it strained to keep warm and alive.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 2, 2013 0:08:13 GMT -5
Rumble looked out the window again, thoughts of worry coming up. Goddammit, why did Teemo had to leave his boots and scarf here? Rumble tried to focus on his work until he couldn't take it anymore. He was worrying too much, there was no way Teemo could survive out there on his own. Rumble hated the idea of interacting with Teemo again, but he couldn't let him die either.
Rumble sighed and set down his tools. He put on a snow jacket, a hat, and some boots. Rumble grabbed Teemo's scarf and boots as well, because the least he could do was give Teemo back his winter clothes. Rumble then exited his workshop and locked the door, and set out to find the scout.
Rumble continued to follow the tracks that led out of the junkyard. When he saw that the tracks weren't going to the city, but rather, to the woods, Rumble facepalmed. Stupid idiot! Why didn't Teemo go to the coffee shop? Great, now Rumble had to venture out farther into the snowstorm...
The snowstorm was getting stronger by the minute, and Rumble was putting in a great effort to resist the wind that was blowing against him. Even with the winter jacket on, the snowstorm was starting to numb his body. Rumble really wanted to go back to his workshop, but his instinct pressed him on to follow the tracks.
Rumble continued to venture through the woods, following the tracks of the scout. He was getting colder and number, but he still pressed on through the snowstorm. Rumble focused intensely on the tracks while trying not to get blown away by the snowstorm. It was no surprise, then, that he didn't notice the huge snow mound sitting on the branches of a tree above him.
The wind of the snowstorm grew so strong that the snow mound started to move. An even stronger gust of wind finally pushed the mound off the branches. At this point, Rumble looked up and noticed the falling snow mound directly above him.
He only had a second to let out a shrill shriek before the huge snow mound completely enveloped him.
Rumble's body froze up instantly. His mind suddenly forgot about Teemo, and only focused on one thing: survival. Rumble tried to claw his way out of the mound, but the shock from the impact completely numbed his body. He could barely move his arms, and he didn't have enough strength to dig his way out of the thick, cold snow. In addition, he forgot his mittens. Stupid mechanic.
Rumble inwardly cursed himself for not bringing his Heatron 3000. That certainly would have been helpful in this situation. At this point, though, Rumble knew he couldn't dig himself out of the mound, so he did the only thing he could: cry out for help. With all the remaining strength the mechanic had, he cried, "Heeeeeeeeeeelp!" but the cries were mostly muffled by the mound. More than almost anything, Rumble absolutely hated calling out for help, but at this point, he was willing to do anything to get out of this death trap. Rumble continued to yell, with each cry of help getting weaker and weaker until he found that he could no longer yell.
Rumble shivered up into a ball, the hypothermia getting to him. There was no one to help him, and he would die out in the cold. He didn't have the strength to dig himself out, and he couldn't yell for help anymore. He really felt helpless, unable to do anything.
The inevitability of death got to Rumble's mind. He would die, and no one would know about it. With this single thought in mind, Rumble started to do something he had never done before from the time as a toddler up to here: He started to cry. He couldn't do anything, and he knew he would be meeting the face of death soon. Rumble continued to cry, tears streaking his face, as he was curled up into a ball in a helpless state, and soon fell unconscious from the hypothermia.
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 2, 2013 0:33:53 GMT -5
Teemo was silent and shivering for a long while in the hollow when he flicks an ear. Something out there had made a familiar noise, but what was it? He starts to lift his head weakly, but doesn't hear it again. Just before he lowers his head to the ground, another familiar noise strikes his ears. He may have been half-frozen, and there may have been a raging snowstorm right outside, but nothing was going to tarnish his well-trained ears. There was no doubt that the sound he'd heard was Rumble's voice, and he was in trouble.
Immediately adrenaline surged through the scout's body and he went into a similar form of survival mode. With a new-found energy, Teemo pulls himself out into the snowstorm in the direction of the quieting cries for help. After a few minutes of re-tracing his fading steps, the scout finds a large pile of snow in his way, and just the tip of Rumble's ear poking out of the snow. All Teemo could do for a good ten seconds was stare in shock at the scene before him. His gut hurt, and his head reeled, and all he could think about from that moment on was Rumble's safety. An intense, burning desire crept up on him, and despite his freezing state he felt as though he had to do something.
"RUMBLE!!!!!" is the only word he cries before clawing at the snow, fingers already too cold to care about scratching ice. He pulls up a nearby stick to help speed up the process and extract the mechanic's unconscious body from the mound of snow. He doesn't bother checking for vitals yet, and instead makes the trek of carrying Rumble's unconscious body back to the small hollow and placing him inside, falling over from exhaustion. He crawls inside and checks for vitals, but has too much difficulty to do it property. At the thought of losing Rumble, the captain could do nothing more than tear up and shake Rumble's body a little.
"R-Rumble... c-come on, Rumble, wake up! You can't die now, not like this! Get up! Rumble, you have to! Because... b-because I... I..."
He couldn't finish his sentence, bursting into tears. Teemo unzips Rumble's coat and slips his own arms in, wrapping them tightly around Rumble's body in a last ditch effort to warm his body. The scout curled up tightly with the mechanic in that little hollow, crying and apologizing softly for all of his wrongdoing towards the one person he'd ever had real feelings for... the one person he might have done anything for, even. The one yordle he might have even... loved.
Over the course of the next hour, Teemo's crying lessened into a weak, shuddering sniffle, his body still shivering from the cold. The hollow would at least provide them with some way to conserve their body heat for until the storm passed. Another hour passes until the scout's movements are slowed to almost nothing, succumbing to the cold and tiredness he was feeling. He falls asleep, the last thing on his mind being the thought of his friend opening his eyes.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 2, 2013 1:46:39 GMT -5
Rumble was still alive when Teemo carried him back to the hollow, but he wasn't alive by much. When Teemo took off Rumble's jacked and hugged him, Rumble instinctively hugged back unconsciously, his body greedily taking up the body heat. Before Teemo fell asleep, Rumble muttered one thing in his sleep, a clear indication that he wasn't dead.
"D-don't... wanna d-die..."
February 22, 9 A.M.
The snowstorm has already passed during sometime last night. At this time, it was relatively sunny, and the weather wasn't as cold as it was yesterday.
Rumble weakly opens his eyes and groans. He wondered if he was dead already, but when he fully opens his eyes, he finds himself... inside a tree? Well, that's weird. At this point though, Rumble figures that he's not dead, but another question arises in his mind: who saved him? When Rumble fully regains his consciousness, he notices his jacket is unzipped and that Teemo was hugging him.
Rumble gasped. Teemo saved him? Rumble immediately took back all the hateful curses he said about Teemo and hugged him back, grateful that the scout saved his life. Rumble was afflicted with hypothermia and he felt awful, but at least he was alive, all thanks to the scout.
Some time passed before Rumble let go of Teemo and looked outside. Today was certainly much better than yesterday, for there was no snowstorm and the sky was sunny. However, getting back to the workshop would prove to be a big problem - especially with carrying an unconscious Teemo along the way.
Rumble growled. No, they were going to get back to the workshop, and Rumble would make sure of it. Rumble tracked Teemo down with the intention of bringing him back, and by golly was he going to complete his mission! Besides, Teemo even saved his life, and Rumble absolutely refused to let Teemo's efforts go to waste.
Rumble took off his jacket and put it on Teemo, leaving Rumble only in a long-sleeved shirt and some pants. Rumble heaved Teemo onto his back and began to trek back to the workshop. Sure, Rumble was afflicted with hypothermia. Sure, the journey would be long. Sure, Rumble absolutely felt god-awful from the events that occurred yesterday. However, he didn't care. His force of will proved to be stronger than any of his current afflictions. All that mattered was getting Teemo back to a safe place.
Post by The Swift Scout on Mar 2, 2013 7:33:06 GMT -5
Teemo remained unconscious for a bit of the trip, his body cold to the touch from the terrible hypothermia of his own. Eventually, though, he squirms lightly on Rumble's back and slowly opens his eyes. His arms were so numb they barely picked up on the mechanic, but it didn't take long for him to realize what was happening. With dry, pained eyes, he holds a little tighter and wraps his legs weakly around Rumble's waist to shift his body weight and make himself easier to carry. He starts breathing a bit heavier, but more strained now.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Mar 2, 2013 10:07:21 GMT -5
Rumble doesn't respond. He couldn't. He was literally devoting all of his strength into bringing himself and Teemo back to the workshop, all while stricken down with hypothermia. Rumble continued to grunt and breathe heavily. He felt like he was going to collapse soon, but his will to live pushed him on.
On any other day, Rumble would not have had the strength to perform this feat - to trek back to the workshop in the cold, while being afflicted with hypothermia, without a jacket, while carrying an unconscious yordle on his back. However, Rumble knew that if he faltered at any point outside, he and Teemo would die. It was this thought that kept powering Rumble throughout the snow, even with all of the odds that were against him.
After some time, Rumble managed to reach the entrance of the junkyard. His movements were getting slower and his muscles were straining to keep himself and Teemo up, but the mechanic still trekked on. Though his strength was weak, his will was powerful - far more powerful than enough to beat against all of the odds that Mother Nature threw against him.
Rumble finally approached the door to his workshop. He unlocked the door and charged into the workshop. The warm air immediately swarmed through the two yordles, and it felt absolutely bliss to the mechanic. Using the last bit of strength he had, Rumble kicked the door closed. He then collapsed, completely deprived of strength, and fell unconscious, his last thoughts being of getting Teemo to a safe place.
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