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Teemo
The Swift Scout
"Captain Teemo, on duty!
The trip to Tristana's was a bit longer, Teemo seeming to be in a rather big hurry to get there. It seemed that word of what had happened that morning had already begun to spread, the people's reaction to him scurrying down the street was quite a bit different now than it normally was. As a hero, even him scuttling down the street would garner friendly waves, smiles and attention, the stray child vying for his attention to ask him a question here or there. Now? Well, there were still a few waves, which Teemo gladly returned, but far more concerned looks. Quite a few more whispers and turning away from the scout. It would all blow over, just as the whole tabloid fix on his and Tristana's relationship had in the past. Coming to the gunner's door, Teemo gave a firm knock, reminding himself about his tone of voice before greeting her. She opened the door, a weak smile coming across her lips.
"Hey, Teemo." she said, her tone decidedly less jovial than normal. "What's up? They let you out of the hospital already?"
"Yeah, just needed a little bit of sleep." Teemo replied, fiddling with his hands for a moment. "Listen. I know it's short notice, but I've been given a leave of absence."
"Uh-huh." Tristana said flatly.
"And...that trip to Zaun. If we leave today, we can catch the merchant ship to Piltover tomorrow and---" Teemo said, only cut off by a rather sad chuckle from the female yordle, the gunner shaking her head. "What's so funny?"
"You...you can't be serious." Tristana said, her voice cracking despite her best efforts to keep on a strong face. "I have to attend the funerals of half a dozen of my comrades, and you're asking me to go to Zaun with you /now/?"
"I...I just want to be ready, just in case---"
"I'm sorry. I just need some time to myself. I'm sure there's another scout or someone that'll go with you." Tristana said. Teemo could almost feel the disappointment and sense of betrayal in her voice, which meant worlds more than anything all the other yordles of Bandle City meant combined. Tristana was just as in tune to the furry scout's reaction, looking up. "Hey, c'mon. We all know you didn't mean it. I...it's just a bad time for travel for me. We're still best buds. Promise."
"...yeah. Okay." Teemo said, nodding. He wasn't sure if she was just humoring him, but could respect Tristana's need to put some space between herself and him....seeing as it was his fault the Megling Commandos had suffered and miserable and painful death. He hugged his arms, still trying to reason that it wasn't his fault, that nothing he could have done would have prevented things from going the way they did.
"Next week, maybe? I'll let you know." Tristana replied, putting a hand on Teemo's shoulder. The furry scout looked up, his gaze meeting with the reassuring smile of the gunner, in spite of all that had happened. "Just don't do anything crazy or stupid, got it?"
"....got it." Teemo replied with a small nod, patting Tristana's hand before wishing her a good evening. Now, in Teemo's mind 'something crazy or stupid' didn't extend to going for a two week trip to Zaun completely on his own, seeing as he had gone on solo missions for about that long. Sure, they did push him to the brink of what a yordle could tolerate in isolation, but it wouldn't hurt to push his boundaries a little, right? He couldn't simply remain idle, he couldn't just 'relax'. Every moment he sat and twiddled his thumbs was another moment the lives lost weighed on his mind, that Bandle City's worse enemy could be making plans and schemes. And that...well, that was worse than any punishment that could be dished out to him.
The rest of the afternoon was spent gathering up his things in his inn room, stuffing all his survival equipment and some trap supplies, extra dart shells and so on into a miniature suitcase and his book bag, the scout leaving the rest of his personal affects in a trunk at the counter of the Grey Mare Inn. His night was sleepless and restless, making sure everything was ready to go for the next day. Teemo's entrance onto the merchant ship was quick and unquestioned, the day and a half's ride to Piltover was calm and peaceful. The walk from Piltover to Zaun was much more unnerving, the scout having to don a hood and cloak to keep from being a bigger target from the criminals that plagued the slums around Zaun than he already was, being a yordle and all. However, it seemed things were relatively peaceful as rare of an occurrence as that was. As Teemo approached the workshop of the mad chemist of Zaun, he could already sense that the general peace wasn't being experienced within, tentatively pushing open the door.
"Perhaps if you wrote more concise directions---"
"I'd assume you knew basic titration principles!"
"And if by BASIC you meant 'the insane over grown rodent's completely brainless method'---"
"Brainless? Brainless! I----I'll show you brainless!"
With that, there was a crash and a sizzle, then a back and forth argument between the mad chemist's deep and almost elegant tone versus the nasal, snappish tone of the plague rat, Teemo whistling to get their attention. Both of them snapped their glares at the furry scout, Singed being the first to soften upon recognizing a familiar customer.
"Don't mind this cretin's temper tantrum. He's just up in arms because he doesn't seem to have the ability to thoroughly translate his methods into anything more than jumbled chicken scratch." Singed said, obviously having a much better grip on reality than his temporary work associate. Teemo could hear the over grown rat chattering and cursing under his breath, shuffling off to the other room, nary another word. "Now, what do I owe this unexpected pleasure? You were here rather recently, if I'm not mistaken. Usually that jug I make you lasts a few months' worth of your traps. Unless you've been busier than normal lately. Either way, I don't mind the business."
"Actually, I need something new. A silence poison." Teemo replied, hopping onto a nearby lab stool that the chemist patted, inviting Teemo to make himself comfortable.
"And the base? Unless you're allowing me full creative license here." Singed replied, starting to tidy up the glass from the beaker Twitch had hurled at Singed in his rage.
"I haven't found anything organic that does it." Teemo sighed. The scout was very good as concentrating his own blind and normal dart poisons, even the noxious trap venom being a concentrate of oil that he gathered from the jungles and turned over to the chemist to fully distill it. However, he was completely out of his league at the moment, relying on the knowledge of the mad chemist to resolve. It seemed that Singed was amused by the challenge, nodding a bit. "....I thought you didn't take apprentices? What's he doing here?"
"I don't take apprentices. At first when I agreed to help the rat with his work, I thought his theories and formulas were brilliant. Now that we've been attempting to work together for the past several months, I'm learning he's completely insane, has the personal hygiene of a mushroom farm and the mood stability of a tectonic plate fissure." Singed replied drolly, switching off the burner under a flask. "But, a broken clock is right twice a day, and the funding we've been receiving from the Zaun Trade Commission is nothing to sneeze at. Now, I need to finish up a few things here, but if you could just tell Twitch exactly what you're looking for, I'll be glad to start on it straight away. ...anything else you're in need of?"
"....having trouble sleeping, but nothing out of the ordinary." Teemo replied, pushing himself off the lab stool. "Thank you. I'll pay you when it's done."
"Excellent, I'll keep in touch." Singed replied with a chipper nod, starting to mix ingredients for whatever project he was working on. Teemo seemed in much worse spirits though, going to the other room to speak with the already agitated rodent. He knew that people were often different from when they faced on the Fields of Justice, but from what Singed was already saying, Twitch didn't seem like the sort of creature Teemo wanted to spend much time around. As Twitch scribbled down notes feverishly, muttering and mumbling under his breath, Teemo was really quite afraid to interrupt, not wanting to receive a flask to his head in retaliation.
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace!" Twitch growled, not looking up from his notes, whiskers quivering as he spoke.
"Singed sent me in to tell you what I needed for a potion." Teemo replied.
"Singed? Sent you? All the way here to Zaun? Doesn't seem like something he'd do."
"What? No. I meant, sent me from the other room."
"OH. That makes /much/ more sense."
Teemo was quite confused now, but decided to press on.
"I need a silence potion."
"Silence, eh? Lock jaw should do the trick, you'll have to shoot it in their throat though. Ha ha, tetanus! Yes! Now, where will I find rusted nails and rotted wood at this hour?"
"No, not stopping someone from speaking. Like, magic silence."
"Well, if it was arcane solutions you were searching for, then why did you come to me? I'm a researcher gods bless it, not a damned magician."
Teemo could see by the seriously offended look on Twitch's face that the rodent was positively serious, really having trouble wrapping his mind around a meaning outside the literal ones. Teemo sighed, rubbing his temples.
"No! I need a chemical poison." Teemo said, speaking much more slowly and concisely.
"Uh-huh."
"That makes a mage unable to use his or her magic."
"OH....! Why didn't you just say so?" Twitch laughed, turning the page, scribbling feverishly again. "Done. And....done again. Alright, have a lovely day. Take care now. ....would you please get out of my light?"
"....I'm not in your light." Teemo replied, brows furrowing in confusion.
"....oh. That was quick." Twitch said, staring at the scout for a few moments. "....yes."
"Okay, I'll....just let you get to work." Teemo said, beginning to sidle his way out of the lab. Every day for the next five days, he would check up on the scientist and his lab rat partner, each day being told to come back tomorrow. On the sixth day, Teemo was welcomed with a pleasant surprise, the mad chemist explaining the poison's tentative success after receiving his payment.
"Twitch is the only one with any abilities in the arcane that we could test this poison with." Singed said as he handed Teemo the bottle. "His normal ability to 'Expunge' a person afflicted with his disease ridden poison wasn't able to be used after he received a treatment with this stuff. It's not very long lasting, perhaps about 30 seconds to a minute of 'silence'? But I'm sure you'll make good use of it nonetheless."
"Nonono, that's perfect. Thank you!" Teemo replied, gladly taking the precious poison, already making plans for loading his darts. Another day's run back to Piltover and the scout was more than ready to head home. Unfortunately, it seemed that the merchant ship he was planning on boarding from Piltover was indefinitely delayed with no other flights in line. Changing his travel plans, the scout decided that a good long hike was in order. Through the Ironspike Mountains to Demacia, the closest settlement that would possibly have a plane or airship heading in the direction of Bandle City. It seemed that his simple one and a half week trip was going to be extended to two weeks or more, the yordle very begrudgingly scampering along down the trail into the Ironspike Mountains, making sure to have packed as much as possible into his bags to ensure his survival. He was already feeling the affects of being away from his kind weighing on his mind, a dark, cold pit of loneliness weighing on his mind. Would they even welcome him back once he arrived back home? Of course, Teemo's mind immediately plummeted to the worse case scenario, that he would be shunned, rejected, ostracized. Hugging his arms, he continued his way down the mountain pass, trying to assure himself that he would be welcomed home by someone. His mother? Tristana? Someone would certainly be glad he was back in Bandle City, right?
"Hn...left and right, day and night, that's what makes the world go 'round~" Teemo finally needed to break the silence, to speak over the tumbling paranoia of his own thoughts, beginning to sing a song that was a favorite in his family as a child. It was a temporary comfort, something to drown out his own guilty conscience and scalding commentary on himself. "In and out. Thin and stout, that's what makes the world go 'round~! For every up, there is a down. For every square, there is a round~!"
"That's gotta sting."