Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 14, 2013 20:49:26 GMT -5
Rumble panted for a bit, his arm still extended from the impressive pan throw. Slowly, he withdrew his arm to his side and nodded. "Alright," he called to the scouts, "bring him in! We'll deal with the fat 'un once he wakes up."
Rumble crossed his arms and mumbled to himself as he watched the scouts drag the immense man back through the broken gates. "Right, now I've got a chance to get t'the bottom of this... Where's that fishbreath, he's gotta have ta do something with the whole ruckus going on around here..."
Post by The Tidal Trickster on May 17, 2013 12:38:25 GMT -5
Fizz looks around for a moment before deciding that it might be a smart idea to start heading away from the city before the champions will start to become a pain in the neck, even though they have no proof of what he did.
So, he climbs down from the roof he's on and starts walking towards the gate of the city, the one on the opposite side of where Gragas was. Safer that way, even though he was sure he could just skirt danger with ease anyway.
He starts humming a tune, one not known above the sea, as he walks. A tune that was sung often back in his home fortress, but now all but forgotten...
Post by The Swift Scout on May 17, 2013 22:09:28 GMT -5
Teemo pauses his movements, turning to look at the yordle who is addressing him. Silently he puts two fingers over his lips to signal silence and then turns back up to find that Fizz has moved out of sight again. Cursing to himself, the scout climbs to the roof of the building next to him and looks a bit. The trickster is still nowhere in sight. He looks down every alley and moves from roof to roof, but by the time he would get to the street Fizz is on it would be too late. At least the labor of the scouts on the other side of the city would bear more fruits than this.
After realizing that Fizz had escaped, the captain sighs and makes his way back to the town square. Yordles still stumbled about in a drunken state, but most have either passed out or been taken inside by this point. Over all this time he'd forgotten about the tainted water, and unfortunately for him the scientists and sanitation engineers had yet to have filtered all of it clean. Being upset with himself, Teemo pulls a flask from his backpack and fills it with water from the pump, deciding that he didn't want a repeat of what happened last time he got drunk around other yordles. The scout captain is definitely in for an intoxicating reminder.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 17, 2013 23:43:17 GMT -5
Rumble idly walked through the city, searching in all directions for any signs of Fizz. The mechanic was having no luck, of course, and the crowds of drunk yordles were only hindering his progress as well. Rumble sighed irritably. At least they had Gragas to question, though.
Rumble continued to walk around, not looking in front of him, which eventually led him to bump into Teemo. Rumble fell on his rump with an "Oof!" and rubbed his head before looking up. Rumble was about to give the other yordle a scolding for not being careful until he saw that said other yordle was none other than Teemo, who probably drank the contaminated water by now.
"Oh, heya Tee," Rumble greeted. He looked around and behind Teemo to see if he had apprehend Fizz already. When the image of Fizz completely failed to appear in Rumble's eyes, Rumble pursed his lips disappointingly. "So... I suppose you didn't manage to catch the fishbreath, huh?"
Post by The Swift Scout on May 18, 2013 15:25:30 GMT -5
After taking a swig from his flask, Teemo recognizes a familiar scent. It takes a few moments to register that he'd just drank the contaminated water, and even quicker after that does he start to feel the inebriating effects. Turning around, he gets a lovely crashing into with Rumble and ends up flat on his back. Despite the drunkenness coming into effect, the scout gets up fairly quickly and rubs his aching head, looking around in confusion. He couldn't quite understand what Rumble was asking.
"Uh... huh? Fsh-breath...fish-breath... What about caching fish?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 18, 2013 15:31:07 GMT -5
Rumble crossed his arms and glared at Teemo. This was no time for playing games. He sighed and tapped his foot impatiently as he repeated his question.
Post by The Swift Scout on May 18, 2013 18:27:17 GMT -5
Teemo scratches his head more, looking down and trying to think. Slowly he swayed this way and that, probably appearing tired by this point.
"Fizsh... erhm... no? No. He gotta way..."
The scout captain glares down at the ground and balls his fists, vaguely remembering the trickster's escape. It angers him, and he growls and stomps to show it.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 18, 2013 18:43:24 GMT -5
Rumble sighed again and rolled his eyeballs. Today was not turning out to be a good day. At least it wouldn't get much worse than this, with nearly the whole city already being drunk somehow.
"Yeah, I figured. The good news is that we caught Gragas, so we've got someone to interrogate. Anyways, let's go figure out what's causing everyone to act weird 'n all, and see if we can do something 'bout it."
Post by The Swift Scout on May 19, 2013 17:20:04 GMT -5
The scout captain blinks again and tilts his head to the side, ceasing his angry movements. The funny looking blue-furred yordle was talking again, about something familiar. Rumble? Oh, Gragas. The fat man. Come to think of it, Teemo is pretty tubby himself. He rubs his belly and looks down at it, trying to remember something.
"Gragus... lotsa drinks, taste funny... water tastes fun too. Didja try it yet, 'Bull?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 19, 2013 17:57:23 GMT -5
Rather than paying attention to Teemo, Rumble was scanning his surroundings for any more clues that could determine why everyone was suddenly getting drunk. Rumble was being somewhat oblivious to Teemo, so he hadn't really noticed that the scout was drunk.
"Try the water? No, 'coz I ain't thirsty, and it'd be silly to drink water when you aren't thirsty. Anyways, are ya sure you ain't tired? Ya sound a bit slurry to my ears, but that could just be me."
Post by The Tidal Trickster on May 20, 2013 1:46:33 GMT -5
Continuing to hum the aquatic tune, Fizz walks over to the back gate. The guards there look surprised to see him there, especially after all the ruckus that's been going on today.
"What are you doing here Trickster? By order of the Scout Captain, no one is to leave until further notice due to the commotion in the city!"
"Well, I was plannin' on leavin' and headin' home. I'm getting a bit hungry ya know. You can always try and stop me if ya want, but I think I'll just leave, okay?"
He then laughs and walks towards the guards, who lift their weapons at him.
"The captain said no one leaves, and you are not an exception Trickster! Hold it!"
"Hmm... I think I disagree with that."
He hops up, landing balance on top of his trident and from there to the top of the gate. He climbs up and bows down to the guards with a laugh.
"Tell the scoutie my regards. I would've liked to stay around longer, but he's kinda ruinin' my mood."
He turns around and hops down to the other side of the gate. He wasn't planning to leave Gragas behind, he had been too good of an aid in the prank to be abandoned, but it was better that the yordles thought that he was gone... for now.
The guards look at each other
"What do we tell the captain?"
"I don't know. I don't think he'll be happy with Fizz having just left. He's gotta be the reason for all the commotion right?"
Post by The Swift Scout on May 20, 2013 16:02:03 GMT -5
Teemo starts to snicker at Rumble's remarks and reasoning. Sometimes his brains were just so unbelievably hysterical, and now would not be an exception. Soon the captain's snickering has grown into a roar of laughter that he poorly attempts to cover by lazily draping a hand over half of his face, tears dripping from his eyes.
"Riiiiight, don't drink when you're not thirsty. And of course I'm not tired, you... silly. O-kay, well, maybe a liddle, but heeey it's been a long day and uh maybe... maybe I need a rest..."
As if to confirm this statement, Teemo's legs start to get a little wobbly and he ends up slipping a little and using Rumble's shoulder to regain his footing. In the process his helmet had managed to tilt slightly, which he tries to fix but only succeeds in tilting it too far in the other direction.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 21, 2013 16:35:55 GMT -5
Rumble turned around and glared at Teemo. The scout was getting really irritating right now, and Rumble was about to give Teemo a good scolding until the mechanic started to dawn on the extremely obvious assumption that the scout might just happen to be drunk like the rest of the yordles in the city. Rumble looked at the scout for a good while for any signs of drunkness. Slurry speech? Check. Helmet titled too far? Check. Acting childishly amidst a dire situation in the city when the first thing that the scout should keep in mind was to not act childishly? Yeppers, that was for sure.
"Teemo, you're drunk," Rumble affirmed. The mechanic crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Seems you can't focus right now, and considering that you're a taaaaad important to this investigation..." and Rumble lengthened the word "tad" to emphasize the extremely and obvious sarcastic tone in his comment. "I'll bring you over to the workshop for a few minutes where ya won't embarrass yourself in public. I'll whip up a concoction for you to drink, and once you're all good and set, we can get back on track then."
Post by The Swift Scout on May 23, 2013 18:18:03 GMT -5
Teemo continues to mindlessly giggle to himself, feeling Rumble's words are still absolutely hilarious. The word 'concoction' seems to really set him off.
"Drunk? Well, duuh! Bu-uh... what's this abut a party at your house? Concoctions? Hiheh, sounds like a load of fun! C'mon!"
He reaches for Rumble's arm but ends up losing his balance and catching himself with an arm around the mechanic's waist, pulling himself back up. His laughter returns and he even hiccups once.
"Whoops! Loooks like I'm starting to embarrass myself already. But I guess it's not so bad, I mean, it's not like I kissed you again or anything!"
The captain bursts into hard laughter, in his mind having a foggy memory of Poppy's party that for some reason seems to be quite funny at this point in time.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on May 24, 2013 0:54:35 GMT -5
Rumble cringed for half a second, causing his eyes to squint, though he somehow also managed to glare at Teemo at the same time with such intensity that his eyes looked like they were actually going to shoot daggers. The mechanic clamped Teemo's mouth with his hand and grabbed Teemo's arm with his other hand. "Shit," muttered Rumble, and he immediately started to rush towards the junkyard, which thankfully wasn't that far away.
Rumble really hoped that the yordle crowd they just ran out of either didn't overhear Teemo or were too drunk to, but the chances of no one catching Teemo's remarks were probably lower than Tristana saying "Yes" as a reply to Rumble asking her out.
Eventually, the duo made it to Rumble's workshop, and Rumble kicked open the door, dragged Teemo into the kitchen, and shoved him onto a chair.
"Right, now don't. Touch. Anyth - well hmm, not much point in saying that actually, considering yore drunk and all," Rumble stated. "Ahaarem... Just... sit still while I make the concoction! It'll only take a few minutes."
Rumble opened up a kitchen cabinet and took out a couple of medicines and reagents. He set them out on a cutting board, then took out a bowl. Rumble put the bowl under his sink and began to fill it with water.
Lots and lots of water.
The water that happened to be contaminated with Gragas' brew, and Rumble happened to not know this at the worst (or best) time possible.
Once Rumble finished filling the bowl with the contaminated water, he dumped the medicines and reagents in and mixed them together to create a homogeneous liquid... thing.
"Right, after I'm done making this and you drinking it, you should be good as new and we can get outta here and continue on with the investigation."
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