Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 2, 2013 22:50:21 GMT -5
The inn, as usual, was a quite lively place, many yordles frequenting it as they hear the Swift Scout visits often. Several side conversations rumble through the main room, a female barkeep hard at work keeping up orders while her husband is showing guests to their quarters upstairs. There were also a few private stalls in the back for those who wanted to have meetings or just be alone.
The scout entered late in the evening, following his encounter with Rumble, and made his way up to the counter. He still seemed fairly glum, and the fans that normally came to see him noticed, not wanting to bother him more. He seats himself on a stool, resting his head in his hands.
"Just the usual today, Zurri. Make it a large. And I'd like to use one of the private areas today..."
The female yordle nods to him, quickly making Teemo a large mug of honey mead, setting it in front of him and taking the time to pat his shoulder.
"Here's your order, Teemo. Not feeling well today...? Well... hopefully this'll cheer ya up a little. Nothing like a little mead, right?"
She returns to her duties as the scout captain takes his drink and moves to a private stall in the far back corner, drinking slowly and resting his head and arms on the table in silence.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 0:02:27 GMT -5
Rumble walks around the Bandle City square. After the recent events that transpired today, he needed a good place to think. Normally, Rumble's workshop would have sufficed, but he wanted to get away from the junkyard and get some fresh air. The presence of his machine, Tristy, also reminded him too much of the recent events. I just need a place away from the junkyard for one day, Rumble thinks. Yeah, that'll be nice...
Except he didn't know a place to stay at. Rumble keeps walking down the alleyways in search for an inn, until he walks past the Branded Rogue. He looks at the sign, then remembers that the Branded Rogue is the inn that Teemo told him about a while ago. He decided he would spend his night in here to think about his dilemma.
Rumble walks into the inn and looks around. He isn't wearing his usual work outfit. Instead, he's wearing a buttoned white shirt, some khakis, and an overcoat that reaches down to his knees. A medium-sized backpack is slung over his back. When Rumble strolls towards the counter, several yordles turns their views onto him. Though some were fans, none of them walks up to Rumble, for they heard rumors about his short temper. Rumble walks up to the barkeep's husband and speaks.
"Hello, I'd like to stay in a room for one night. Doesn't have to be too fancy, now..."
The husband gives Rumble the keys to his room and leads him there. Rumble thanks the husband, then walks into the room. He plops onto the bed and stares at the ceiling. Rumble has two dilemmas to think about. The first was whether he should confess to Tristana or not, but the second concerned Teemo and the letter he received...
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 7:43:02 GMT -5
Teemo sighs, taking another sip of his mead. He hadn't even got halfway through his drink when he decides that the noise was too much for him to think. Grabbing his mug, the scout captain makes his way out of the stalls and over to the stairs. The noise level on the second story was significantly quieter, though the same couldn't be said about the floor. Teemo makes his way to the end of the hall, the floor creaking noisily under him as he wallows over to a ladder on the back wall.
The ladder leads the scout captain to a large, open attic. There were boxes stacked in piles everywhere, but Teemo was going somewhere else. Clearly visible from the opening was a window, light from the sunset pouring in and shining down on what appeared to be a straw bed, though was nothing more than a blanket draped over a hay bale. It's where Teemo would spend his nights when he didn't feel like returning to his home by the Mothership. He walks over to the bed, the floor here being even noisier, and sits down on it, looking out into the sunset with his mug of mead in his hands an a fairly unhappy expression set on his face.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 16:20:31 GMT -5
Rumble continues to stare at the ceiling for a while before grabbing a tech magazine that's lying on the tabletop. He reads through some of the pages until he's interrupted by a knock on the door. Rumble sighs and drops the magazine on his bed. He walks over to the door and opens it, which reveals the female barkeep behind it.
"Hello, miss, why are you here?" Rumble asks.
The barkeep smiles sweetly at Rumble before speaking. "I'd just like to let you know that a fellow champion, Teemo, is here tonight. He seemed a little glum, though."
Rumble's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly composes himself. "I-is he, now? Do you know where he is?"
"I don't, but he usually goes up in the attic whenever he comes here."
"O-okay... Thank you, miss." Rumble is about to walk back to his bed, but then turns towards the barkeep again. "Oh yeah, um, is T-Tristana here, by any chance?"
"Tristana? No, she isn't. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's, um, nothing important... Thanks again, miss." Rumble waits for the barkeep to walk away, then he closes the door and plops on the bed. He certainly wasn't expecting Teemo to be in the exact same inn at the exact same time. Geez, now I really gotta think...
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 18:09:48 GMT -5
Teemo drinks from his mug again, sighing and staring down into it. He'd still only drank half of the mead, but it wasn't making him feel any better. His ears perk up when he hears footsteps approaching, but doesn't turn to look. It was the innkeeper's wife, arriving with a tray of biscuits and honey.
"Teemo...? Oh, you really are down tonight... well, we made you some of your favorite in hopes that you'll feel better." She says, placing the tray on a nearby box.
"No thanks... I'm not very hungry tonight. I think I'll just spend the night and leave in the morning if that's alright."
"Of course. Though if you're looking for company, one of the other champions, Rumble, is staying in a room down-"
"Rumble?!" Teemo shouts, bringing his arms up to his face and turning in alarm. He ends up bashing his jaw with the mug of mead, sending the drink flying all over his face and fur. The scout falls backwards off of the hay bed and conks his head on the floor with a painful thud, his helmet having been removed a few minutes earlier. For a moment he just laid there on the floor in pain, his mind racing and holding a look of terror on his face. The barkeep rushes over to him and struggles to pull him up onto the bed, getting her arms and apron soaked in the drink, as well as pulling out a few of Teemo's hairs due to the stickiness. She leaves him lying on the hay while she rushes down to find her husband and something for the scout captain to wash up with.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 18:47:01 GMT -5
Rumble hops off his bed. He was thirsty, and he wanted water before thinking about his dilemma some more. Rumble hears the thud noise come from the attic as he opens the door, but he doesn't think too much of it. He walks through the halls when the barkeep rushes past him. Rumble halts the barkeep and speaks.
"Woah woah woah, what's up with the rush, miss?"
"Teemo bumped his head on the attic, and he's in quite a mess now! I'll have to tend to him, so bye!" The barkeeper quickly rushes past Rumble and up towards the attic.
Rumble looks at the direction the barkeep ran towards, then continues down the hallway. Maybe he'd visit Teemo up in the attic... after he gets some water, of course. Water's always a top-notch option for a refreshing drink.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 19:11:50 GMT -5
The scout captain was laying in the bed, breathing heavily for a moment, fearful of why Rumble had come to the inn. Soon, however, his thoughts began to calm and he muttered to himself. "He's probably just finding a place to rest. Not like he knows I'm here, or would wanna know..."
The barkeep and her husband were now downstairs, carrying a large, metal tub of soapy water up the stairs very carefully. When they reached the ladder, the husband climbed up and, with the help of the wife, used a rope and pulley system to lift the tub up and into the attic. They drag it over to the straw bed and offer it to Teemo as a way to clean up, quickly leaving him for privacy. The room is filled with the sweet scent of honey from the biscuits and soap.
Sighing, Teemo slips out of his sticky clothes and into the soapy water, glad that he can soak out the mead right away and not having to be seen like this. He sinks in down to his nose, becoming impossible to see unless you were up next to the tub.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 19:24:46 GMT -5
By the time the barkeepers returned, Rumble already doused three glasses of water. He thanks the barkeepers and walks back towards his room. As he opens the door to his room, though, he remembers that the barkeeper told him that Teemo was upstairs in the attic. Sighing, Rumble closes the door and walks towards the stairs.
It doesn't take Rumble long to spot the ladder that leads towards the attic. He looks up at the open attic door and yells, "Hey bud, ya up there?"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 19:29:04 GMT -5
Teemo's eyes pop open and dart to where he'd heard Rumbles name. Sitting up in the tub now, he sees that the mechanic hasn't come up yet. He sinks back down a little before calling back.
"U-uuuh... yeah, I'm up here. W-why?" The fear was back, though Teemo didn't know what to do about it. He'd never been afraid like this before, so all he did was sit there nervously in the tub, waiting for a response.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 19:32:23 GMT -5
Rumble's ears picks up the splashing from Teemo's tub. He lets out a loose chuckle. "Jeez, is there a tsunami going up at there? Heh, whatever, I wanna talk to ya about something!"
Rumble starts making his way up the ladder, which creaks with every step. "Jeez, what an old ladder..."
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 19:36:38 GMT -5
"Talk? U-um, okay. If... if you want. Uh... um..."
He doesn't really know what to respond with and isn't thinking clearly enough to warn Rumble about his current state. The scout simply sinks his head a little lower until his nose touches the metal rim of the tub.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 19:46:20 GMT -5
Rumble climbs his way up the ladder and into the attic. "Alright, so I wanna talk about- oh..."
He stares at Teemo for a moment, who's currently bathing in the tub. "...Um, you know what, I think I'll just leave you alone right now and talk to you later." He glances away and starts descending down the ladder.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 19:54:21 GMT -5
Teemo stares back at Rumble in fear, but when the mechanic starts descending he looses control for a moment, bolting to his feet and holding out a hand towards the other yordle.
"Wait!" he calls, hoping that Rumble will stay, then turning around and stepping out of the tub. The scout swipes the blanket off of the hay bale and wraps it around his soaked body, quickly turning and waddling closer to the ladder.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 3, 2013 20:20:04 GMT -5
Rumble yelps as Teemo rushes towards him, and Rumble accidentally loses his grip on the ladder. He drops down and hits the floor with his back. Rumble yelps and winces in pain, then lays down on his back on the floor.
"Ow... My back... My sides... My EYES..."
Rumble opens one eye, still in pain. "Jeez, at least put on some clothes before ya scare me like that!"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 3, 2013 20:29:08 GMT -5
Teemo, seeing Rumble lose his grip, hurries even more to the edge. "Rumble! I'm sor-EIGH!!"
The scout slips on the wet blanket, yelping as he trips and smacks his head on the floor before sliding to the opening and falling through. He lands next to Rumble, though his head finds its resting point on his leg. Luckily, the blanket had kept itself wrapped around Teemo's waist. Unfortunately, his chin had been sliced open from the damage it's taken all day, and was starting to bleed out, his wet fur starting to turn a deep shade of crimson.
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