: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000011,timestamp=2019-11-02T15:49:47.597+0000) > Wut? >_> It’s okay, don’t worry! > > By the way, sorry again for my lack of activity. I will be more active again from now on. I had to sort out some stuff that hindered me, unfortunately. “Yeah, I guess…” _Rumble muttered more to himself than to Anderas._ _For all the inventiveness he possessed, and the great things he could build out of literal trash, he apparently lacked the skills to turn anything of it into money. Of course, dealing in trash really couldn’t provide the prospect of any real prosperity from the start. He would have to aim higher..._ _But that would most likely mean having to deal with insufferable human bootlickers. No, he’d rather stay in his junkyard._ _Just when Rumble was finishing up his soldering word on the robot’s hand, the red lights went off. He almost threw the soldering iron at the ceiling, and only a quick reactive grasp could prevent it from causing any harm to the interior or the workpiece. However, when his hand enclosed the tool, he realized he had grabbed the wrong end!_ _Hissing in pain, the mechanic quickly corrected his mistake, but the burnt spot on his paw would be a damn annoyance for some time now._ “Ah, fff-... do yah often get ‘unexpected visitors’ like that?” _Rumble grunted at Anderas._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000f,timestamp=2019-10-22T00:30:28.139+0000) > OHNO! Whatever shall we do?! *snicker* _Rumble did as Anderas had described, walking up to a vacant screen and doing the gestures. He needed two attempts until the smoke formed and lit up._ “Say, how do yah fund all of this? Developin’ this fancy tech, buildin’ not one, but **two** highly advanced robots with all top notch materials must cost one furtune an’ a half,” _the mechanic ruminated while flicking through different parts of the blueprints until he found what he needed._ _After memorizing how the result is supposed to look, he returned to the metal sheets and cutters, and started to work fast and meticulously. The years he had spent tinkering, constructing (and reconstructing) had made him an efficient worker, and once he got into a workflow, he forgot the world around him, focusing only on the task at hand. He likely wouldn’t notice what was happening around him for a while, unless he would get directly disturbed. Or an explosion would go off._ _Once he cut and snipped out flat metal parts of the right size, he proceeded to bend them into the required shape, one phalanx at a time, until the outer shell of each finger was ready for assemblage. Carrying the parts over to the unfinished machine and laying them next to the bareboned robotic hand, he would first make sure the wiring was complete and correct. If necessary, he would start doing that first, before he prepared the welder._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000d,timestamp=2019-10-11T07:22:48.408+0000) > > MF? Ah, I see Bilgewater might play a bigger role than I thought! > Ah yes, good montage music, feels fitting! _Anderas’ unexpected entrance and comment made the young engineer jump a little. He didn’t expect to get caught in his little monolog! Slightly embarrassed, he turned his head to the other yordle and nodded, quickly returning to a professional manner._ _Following Anderas’ orders, Rumble got ready, preparing the cutters and assembly tools. A quick look around revealed a distinct lack of drawing or blueprints for reference. And so, while he started to cut out some pieces from his memory, he called out to the violet yordle without looking up._ “Hey, would yah get out that fancy screen for me? Yah might have everythin’ in that noggin, but I’ll need to look at those blueprints from time to time. By the way, what happened to the old construction? This one’s built from the ground up, right? Did yah scrap the old one completely?”
Champain (EUW)
: Runeterra Bug: Keep mouse on the "eye" during last round caused freeze
I just got the very same issue, exactly as you described, though I didn't use the eye until at least a minute after I waited for the enemy to respond. Also no emotes possible, and no way to continue the game. Truth be told, I assume they used Alt+F4 or some similar way to leave the game whilst denying the winner any rewards.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000b,timestamp=2019-10-02T13:07:31.119+0000) > > Of course, feel free to do anything you like! Just don’t expect Rumble to be happy about it, hehe… _There was no doubt about it. As Rumble made his round through the lab, he became more and more sure that this was probably the fanciest workshop this side of the portals. It was very well possible, that only the oversized head of traitors, Heimerdinger himself, would possess such advanced machinery and materials._ _This could mean two things. One, that Anderas was either filthy rich, or had connections to very **questionable** sources. And two, that Rumble could maybe finally get the opportunity to work to his heart’s content without having to deal with the inferior quality of scrap parts._ _Be it as it was, the results spoke for themselves. The blue-furred yordle almost cautiously approached the, though unfinished, but very advanced project. To describe that work with the word ambitious would have been a laughable understatement, and it took a master of several crafts to even get so far._ _Leaning over the mechanical body, he examined all the small details that he could see, eventually running a finger along the edge along the prominent gap of the ‘chest’._ “Damn, you’re gonna to be somethin’, won’tcha? Somethin’ the likes the world has never seen. Heh... “ _he mumbled towards the unfinished construct._ _Rumble couldn’t help but imagine Heimerdinger and his human bozos being confronted with this. True yordle inventiveness!_
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009,timestamp=2019-09-20T14:39:59.439+0000) > > Thank you for your understanding. I have sorted out some important stuff now, so I should be more active again from now on. _Even though the building wasn’t especially big, all of what what saw screamed “rich” at him. Everything was state of the art, and it didn’t make the engineer feel any better. He needed to find out more about Anderas before he could even begin to trust him._ _Rumble saw him through the window, sitting in front of what he would call a “smokeographic” display until some kind of contraption seemed to alert the violet yordle that he arrived. The fancy door mechanism made him realize how spartan his house was equipped with modernities… but then again, he focused on things more… impactful._ _Without so much as a smile, he tersely replied,_ “Yeah. No need to waste fuel just for the ride. She ain’t one o’ those fancy cycles like yours.” _After entering the house, the tinkerer took a moment to look around. Everything seemed so neat and tidy, so clean and streamlined. This was so much different from his junkyard that he couldn’t help but feel out of place._ _Following Anderas’ direction, Rumble made his way to said lab, taking slow and careful steps. After arriving in the room, he would put his toolbox and bag in a free corner and meticulously begin to examine the central object chained to the ceiling, and all the potentially auxiliary machines and systems around, until his temporary employer would arrive._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000007,timestamp=2019-09-06T14:36:37.194+0000) > Haha, yeah, probably a little early… though I do like the imagination this music implies! > Oh, and… I’m very sorry for my lack of activity. I had a couple of RL issues that needed my attention, so I got somewhat distracted from the boards lately. _Rumble felt the sourness of jealousy welling up in his stomach. While he had to scramble through a junkyard to get what he needed - and often having to improvise numerous times when he doesn’t -, for that guy, high grade materials seemed to grow on trees in his backyard!_ _Whatever. In the end, he would benefit from the project as well, hopefully._ “Alright. I guess I’ll head over to your place today. No need to wait until tomorrow.” _When Anderas pointed at the vehicle behind him, Rumble’s eyes narrowed in disgust. He heard of those monocycles already, and while the technology behind them was very fascinating, as far as he knew, no Yordles were honored with the invention of them. No human would have been smart enough to come up with stuff like that all by themselves, and whether or not it was true, for Rumble it was another display of Yordle ingenuity being exploited by humans._ _And everyone who would use those things was seen as a collaborator of that injustice._ “Yeah… I’ll think about bringin’ it over. See ya then,” _the engineer replied through gnashed teeth as the purple Yordle left._ _He became increasingly unsure whether Anderas was trustworthy or not. And he felt little inclined to have his beloved mech Tristy, his most powerful invention, standing in someone else’s garage. Not to mention that his contraption bristling with weapons was not well-received by the authorities._ _And so Rumble made sure to securely lock up his workshop before he left in the late afternoon, equipped with a small toolbox and a large bag filled with spare clothes and other toiletries. He made his way to the south of the city on foot, and regretted his decision halfway through. When he finally arrived at the address given to him, he was sweating, puffing, and ill-humored._ _The mechanic looked around, examining the premises and buildings, looking for a way to make is presence noticed._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-08-25T22:24:24.912+0000) > >((Nah, it’s alright! Don’t want the keyboard imprinted on your face, hehe! Oh, I probably didn’t make it clear; I was refering to the blueprints of the general construction, not the core itself!)) “Anderas it is, then. I’m Rumble, but it seems yah already know me,” _the mechanic replied, not without pride._ _He nodded slightly after each material Anderas would name, but at the mention of Hextech crystals, his ears perked up immediately! Yes, he knew very well how rare they were, and thus it was extremely valuable to get as many as possible, for there were countless things they could be used for._ _Trying to remain his cool, the blue yordle cleared his throat, though his excitement betrayed him and brought a very slight shaking into his voice._ “Ahh… I guess I could use one or two Hex crystals soon-ish. For the other stuff, I’d get back at yah as soon as I need some. That’s more of an… on-demand kinda thing, y’know.” _After pondering for a brief moment, he nodded. Except Anderas himself, whom Rumble couldn’t really measure up yet, he didn’t find anything partularly off-putting, and the promised benefits of a collaboration like that were manifold._ “Alright, I guess I can close off my shop for some time. Tell me where and when we start, and I’ll be there.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-09T22:17:58.618+0000) _Rumble took a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply with a sigh. He still wasn’t sure at all if helping Moska, or rather Nax, was a good idea. Neither did he want to see the mayor, which he was sure was a mutual feeling._ _Stressed, he looked down to the ground in an attempt to come to a conclusion he could stand by with. That’s when he noticed something. He was wearing the very shirt that Moska had given to him months ago! The small tag in the form of Bandle’s crest dangling on the pulled up zipper twinkled in his eyes as it caught a stray ray of sunlight._ _He realized couldn’t say no to her. Yes, she gave it to him because she tore his old one in a bout of nosiness, but… she never meant any ill. And he was not the kind of guy who would cop out after agreeing to help._ “Yeah, I got yer back. We could go to the town hall right away, I have nothin’ else important planned for today,” _the little yordle finally declared and walked towards the door to exit the apothecary._ “I don’t think there’s anythin’ to prepare unless yah wanna bring a picture of him or somethin’.” _Rumble would hold the door open for Moska and lead her to a large, half-timbered building at the head end of the town square. It was at least four typical stories tall, with a heavy wooden door large enough to welcome three yordles stacked on top of one another leading inside._ _When they entered, an entrance hall with a ceiling that reached even slightly higher almost swallowed them, but a multitude of golden lamps mounted on the walls and hanging from above bathed the pastel yellow painted room in a soft and inviting light. The two yordles would find themselves on the east end of the room that extended like a big corridor to the west, ending in a wall with a door just as tall as the one they just passed. Even a human could enter and walk around without needing to constantly bend their head._ _The blue mechanic would lead Moska to a reception counter made of dark and rich wood. A middle aged female yordle stood behind it and gave the two arrivals the smile of a professional front desk lady._ “Good day, dear guests. What-“ “Hi uh, we wanna see the mayor asap,” _Rumble interrupted her greeting tersely before she or Moska could even get the chance of a formal approach._ “Mr. Jadefellow is busy right now, but if you are willing to wait for a bit, he might have a couple of minutes for you,” _the receptionist replied without so much as a slight crack in her formal-friendly countenance._ _She pointed towards a row of seats aligned to the wall a bit further down the hall. Moska and Rumble would be able to sit there and wait, and chat without anyone easily overhearing them._ “Yeah, of course…” _Rumble sighed and rolled his eyes. He shoved his hands back into his pockets and made his way towards the chairs where he would hop on one and let his legs dangle impatiently._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000006,timestamp=2019-08-18T15:58:26.143+0000) > _The mayor’s eyes widened when Moska stated her request, and the surprise of such an inquiry made him choke on his own spit and let him cough heavily a couple of times. As far as he remembered, no yordle ever asked for such a thing! But then again, no yordle he remembered ever had adopted a human as their son either._ “You know we usually don’t allow humans to enter our city, right? Our scouts diligently protect our borders and keep Bandle City and its citizens safe. And especially this one here,” _he said and turned his head towards Rumble,_ “is known to be very unsatisfied with even those precautions.” _Rumble looked through the windows and found an **extremely** interesting cloud formation that he just had to observe intently._ “Why, I must ask, do you want him to live here?”
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2019-08-15T17:04:40.640+0000) > _If Rumble was honest, what that guy told him sounded as if he had one or two screws loose. Artificial creation of a sentient being? A mental core being constructed by… **something**, out of his understanding and influence? Yes, the blueprints looked impressive, and the mechanic had to admit that the construction would become something far more advanced than anything he had done before, but… was it really a good idea to build a recreation of his dead wife?_ _He doubted it. But in the end, that wouldn’t be his problem, really, would it?_ _When Anderas told him about the importance to share one’s genius with someone, his face darkened slightly. Images of what seemed like a past life began to flash in his mind. Yes, he once had known someone with whom he could do that. But that someone was gone now, having abandoned him to pursue own dreams._ “Yeah… I’ll keep that in mind,” _he lied. Those times were over, and looking back at them was hurtful._ _Rumble cleared his throat and forced himself to push those memories away,_ “Alright, I guess I can help yah out. As for payment, I wouldn’t mind havin’ a new source for materials, especially rarer ones. But I also need some hard coin. As much as I can build and repair for myself, I gotta buy some consumables now and then. I wanna eat at least sometimes, y’know.” “Also, would yah mind tellin’ me your name? Unless yah want me to call ya ‘dude’ all the time.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Krizonar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=008a0000,timestamp=2019-08-22T07:55:42.209+0000) > > Some of us are still here, and good to see you! > > Different Rumble though, but I feel our one we have now is quite talented. Our new Miss Fortune is too! Its nice to hear that! But even if i remember many OCs from people, i dont really remember your name sorry... For some reason i only remember the names of Unexisted, TheShadowOfChaos, Cryypter and Kazamaru (But 2 of them have "pinned" theads, so, it doesnt count)... and im not even sure if they are here (except for Unexisted since it seems that he is very active) > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=008a0001,timestamp=2019-08-22T19:01:20.120+0000) > > Hi there! Hello! I used to RP as a bunch of yordle ocs and i get what you say... Yordles are in a complicated situation due the retcon. Specially Rumble, whose lore was about the relationship between Bandle City, Piltover, humans and yordles... Honestly, i have no idea what Riot is going to do with him (Well, there is Mech vs Minions, but im not sure if that is canon... and he was mentioned in the lore of Tristana, that is good i think). Right now Bandle is, quite literally, disconnected from Runeterra. Humans cant interact with Bandle City (unless they get trapped there forever), and if a human sees a yordle, they wont even notice that the yordle is a yordle in most of the cases. And since Bandle its supposed to be an utopia, they dont even have problems to overcome (Except... minions... maybe... if you count that as canon)... In the old lore they were attaked by Pirates and Veigar, but Veigar doesnt even remember the place anymore in the new lore, so he is not a "problem" for Bandle. But yeah, i noticed that you werent the same Rumble as the one back then... But as i said, keeping a character like him for years, regardless of what Riot has done to the yordles, is not an easy task.
> [{quoted}](name=Ebonmaw Dragon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=008a00010000,timestamp=2019-08-22T21:15:38.210+0000) > > I used to RP as a bunch of yordle ocs and i get what you say... Yordles are in a complicated situation due the retcon. Specially Rumble, whose lore was about the relationship between Bandle City, Piltover, humans and yordles... Honestly, i have no idea what Riot is going to do with him (Well, there is Mech vs Minions, but im not sure if that is canon... and he was mentioned in the lore of Tristana, that is good i think). I cannot describe how salty I still am about the absolutely needless retcon of the Yordle Academy and also the rewrite of Ziggs’ lore. It turned him from someone with actual goals and personality into a two-dimensional joke of a character. I’m legitimately angry at Riot for what they did to him, to the Academy, to yordle nature, and thus pretty much to two thirds of Rumble’s lore in one swipe! I heard that Mechs vs. Minions is considered canon, but I will only believe that once Riot includes it somewhere in a bio or short story. > [{quoted}](name=Ebonmaw Dragon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=008a00010000,timestamp=2019-08-22T21:15:38.210+0000) > > Right now Bandle is, quite literally, disconnected from Runeterra. Humans cant interact with Bandle City (unless they get trapped there forever), and if a human sees a yordle, they wont even notice that the yordle is a yordle in most of the cases. And since Bandle its supposed to be an utopia, they dont even have problems to overcome (Except... minions... maybe... if you count that as canon)... In the old lore they were attaked by Pirates and Veigar, but Veigar doesnt even remember the place anymore in the new lore, so he is not a "problem" for Bandle. I’m absolutely afraid of what he might become, and should the worst happen, I’ll officially break with the new lore and continue to RP with the old version, maybe even going back to either the IoW or the state shortly after it was retconned. > [{quoted}](name=Ebonmaw Dragon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=008a00010000,timestamp=2019-08-22T21:15:38.210+0000) > > But yeah, i noticed that you werent the same Rumble as the one back then... But as i said, keeping a character like him for years, regardless of what Riot has done to the yordles, is not an easy task. Thank you very much!
Cielveon (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=3ErqAdtq,discussion-id=TyaUAcIW,comment-id=00010000,timestamp=2019-08-15T16:28:10.495+0000) > > Wow, rude! > > https://filerepo.net/rp/general/emote_miffed.png LOL im sorry! it wasn't you, rumble. it was me. im awful at melee champions {{sticker:sg-soraka}}
Well, then you are forgiven. For now! (Maybe you can give me another shot sometime tho~!)
: As a person who used to RP in the old forum (In fact i made this Account to RP as Ebonmaw "for the lulz" back then), the Lux comic remind me of this place for some reason... and since someone posted something related to that... ... Im going to take this post in order to randomly say something about the current state of this board that no one (as far as i know) has mentioned before: (in thread like this one: https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/roleplaying/j1X6kKgn-how-to-solve-the-issue-of-the-dead-community-that-isnt-roleplaying and https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/roleplaying/ZTfqxGBr-on-the-current-state-of-the-boards-suggestions-moving-forward-update-read-inside) "Back in my times" when the old lore existed, it was easier to RP. Not because of the rules or the mods... But because of the Lore. Sure, now days Riot gives to the players a whole Universe of information(literaly) that can be used to create characters or RP... but it is not something that everyone in Runeterra knows. Let me explain: In the old lore, (almost)everything that we knew about it was common knowledge arround Runeterra because the champions were some kind of "celebrities". But now days, not everyone (from Runeterra) has access to the information in the Universe page, and most of the champions are: Either random people that most of the people in runeterra doesnt know, or actual godlike creatures/dangerous beings/Politicians. A random human with no special powers cant simply send a letter to Azir (for example) asking a dumb question like "What is your breakfast of champions?" ((no idea if people still asking that question nowdays, but yes, it was some kind of "tradition" back then)) things like that were possible in the old lore. The other "problem" for Roleplayers (in my oppinion) with the new lore is that, Riot can drastlically change the lore now... and that messes up the current "lore" created until that point by the Roleplayers. A perfect example of that is what happened to Demacia, but at least that had an explanation in the universe. Now lets imagine that a bunch of players create OCs that create a tribe of "Vastayah Turtles"... and then Riot releases a piece of lore that says "Turtles cant be Vastayah because a random reason". Those players that created this tribe of "Vastaya Turtles" will have to either: delete the whole race, change the whole story of their OCs in order to be a different thing that is okay with the current lore or stay in the past and ignore the changes to the lore. The 3 options cause problems. That example is even worse if you are roleplaying with/as a champion and the champion gets changed into something totally diferent. ...And that is only considering the Lore created by Riot. This board is full of "lore" created by the fans... if i want to create a new character from... lets say, Zaun, the character know at least some things that have happened in a random thread about Zaun. And that reminds me of another problem that it was present in the old board as well: The person who is RP as a champion may change from one day to another. If, for example, my random Vastayah Turtle OC becomes a good friend of Aatrox, and the person who RPs as Aatrox changes, then i have to start from 0 because this new Aatrox would have no idea who is this random Turtle. (I just used Aatrox as an example because he is the first champion in the list of champions) Sure, having all those rules may scare tons of people, but the state of the lore is also important... Why i would "waste time" creating an OC if the character will make 0 sense in the new lore update? For all those reasons, i have to say that im impressed that some people has been keep roleplaying in this board with the same character for years (Rumble as example if im not wrong) PS: Unexisted still here? Wow. PS2: Sorry if i have gramatical errors, english is not my mother tounge (that is kinda... another reason of why i dont post here)
> [{quoted}](name=Ebonmaw Dragon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=JpojgwgP,comment-id=008a,timestamp=2019-08-22T07:38:54.419+0000) > > For all those reasons, i have to say that im impressed that some people has been keep roleplaying in this board with the same character for years (Rumble as example if im not wrong) > > PS: Unexisted still here? Wow. > PS2: Sorry if i have gramatical errors, english is not my mother tounge (that is kinda... another reason of why i dont post here) Hi there! I want to say thank you for your post. A lot of what you said resonates with me a lot. I too am someone who greatly prefers the original take on champions as some form of celebrities who are known worldwide. With how the current lore describes them, they are just – some more, some less – normal beings who are under the radar for everyone who is outside their immediate circle of influence. And don’t get me started with the path Riot took with yordles… I’ll most likely never warm up to their idea of magical fae creatures. I *loved* to have them as just another people living amongst everyone else, having to overcome their own struggles and defend their (mostly mundane but technologically advanced) city from intruders. But that's something I could go on about for hours, and I should better stop right here for now. Anyway, as Krizonar already said, I’m not the Rumble you were likely referring to from back then (even though I’m friends with him and stay in regular contact). But I’ve been impersonating Rumble here for almost three years now, and I’ll passionately continue to do so for as long as I can! (Thank you for the compliment btw, Kriz. *Shuffles his feet, slightly blushing.*)
Cielveon (NA)
: new players have no idea what most champions do anyway, so i believe they are distracted by the beginner ones for awhile. eventually they would find one they like, we all did. i liked RUMBLE at first. a champion that i'd never play today.
Wow, rude! https://filerepo.net/rp/general/emote_miffed.png
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-09T22:17:58.618+0000) _Rumble took a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply with a sigh. He still wasn’t sure at all if helping Moska, or rather Nax, was a good idea. Neither did he want to see the mayor, which he was sure was a mutual feeling._ _Stressed, he looked down to the ground in an attempt to come to a conclusion he could stand by with. That’s when he noticed something. He was wearing the very shirt that Moska had given to him months ago! The small tag in the form of Bandle’s crest dangling on the pulled up zipper twinkled in his eyes as it caught a stray ray of sunlight._ _He realized couldn’t say no to her. Yes, she gave it to him because she tore his old one in a bout of nosiness, but… she never meant any ill. And he was not the kind of guy who would cop out after agreeing to help._ “Yeah, I got yer back. We could go to the town hall right away, I have nothin’ else important planned for today,” _the little yordle finally declared and walked towards the door to exit the apothecary._ “I don’t think there’s anythin’ to prepare unless yah wanna bring a picture of him or somethin’.” _Rumble would hold the door open for Moska and lead her to a large, half-timbered building at the head end of the town square. It was at least four typical stories tall, with a heavy wooden door large enough to welcome three yordles stacked on top of one another leading inside._ _When they entered, an entrance hall with a ceiling that reached even slightly higher almost swallowed them, but a multitude of golden lamps mounted on the walls and hanging from above bathed the pastel yellow painted room in a soft and inviting light. The two yordles would find themselves on the east end of the room that extended like a big corridor to the west, ending in a wall with a door just as tall as the one they just passed. Even a human could enter and walk around without needing to constantly bend their head._ _The blue mechanic would lead Moska to a reception counter made of dark and rich wood. A middle aged female yordle stood behind it and gave the two arrivals the smile of a professional front desk lady._ “Good day, dear guests. What-“ “Hi uh, we wanna see the mayor asap,” _Rumble interrupted her greeting tersely before she or Moska could even get the chance of a formal approach._ “Mr. Jadefellow is busy right now, but if you are willing to wait for a bit, he might have a couple of minutes for you,” _the receptionist replied without so much as a slight crack in her formal-friendly countenance._ _She pointed towards a row of seats aligned to the wall a bit further down the hall. Moska and Rumble would be able to sit there and wait, and chat without anyone easily overhearing them._ “Yeah, of course…” _Rumble sighed and rolled his eyes. He shoved his hands back into his pockets and made his way towards the chairs where he would hop on one and let his legs dangle impatiently._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000004,timestamp=2019-08-10T07:48:58.098+0000) _As Moska and Rumble stepped through the enormous door, she found herself in a bright and spacious office. The floor was made of polished wooden planks, interrupted by several multicolored carpets that looked like they were chosen and placed in there completely randomly. The walls however were not as fancy, and only continued in the same style as the entrance hall._ _To their right, an enormous painting on the wall showed the river that bordered the city, and the close-by edge of the forest. The ink must have been mixed with magic, as it seemed the water was continuously flowing and sparkling in the afternoon sun. Even the tree’s leaves seemed to move in an imperceptible gentle breeze._ _On the wall opposite to the entrance, a row of pictures showed the previous mayors of Bandle, arranged chronologically and reaching back a myriad of years. Moska for sure would recognize at least one or another face, some of which looked rather stern, while others were smiling warmly._ _And finally, on the left side of the room, in front of arched windows that reached from the ceiling almost to the floor that gave a great view on the city’s town square, sat the mayor’s desk. It was large enough to house several stacks of files and papers, and tall enough to make it difficult for Rumble to take a glance at the surface without tiptoeing._ _A couple of chairs similar to the ones Moska had sat on outside were standing on front of the desk and provided a seat, as well as a soft-cushioned lounge suite in one of the corners to welcome a nice and comfortable chat alongside a hot cup of tea._ _Jadefellow stood in the middle of the room, both of his hands resting on his cane in front of him. The golden signet ring of Bandle City gleamed in the light on one of his fingers. He truly was proud to be the mayor of the yordle hometown._ _Wherever Moska sat down, he would raise a brow and follow her with his eyes in slight amusement. Normally, the etiquette would require a visitor to wait until being offered a seat, but he didn’t take offense at that. Rumble just followed and sat down next to her._ _The mayor cleared his throat before speaking to the old lady,_ “So my dear, how may I help you? Are you sure it’s not because…?” _He pointed at her plaster while his eyes quickly darted to Rumble and back at her, which was requited with an annoyed stare from the young mechanic._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-08-10T02:49:33.704+0000) _Rumble furrowed his brow a bit when Anderas implied it was his fault for not having a doorbell or some other visitor-announcing device, despite of course noone else being there to blame. However, when the scanner was mentioned, his face lit up again._ “Yeah, yah might have some cheap, standard-issue stuff there, but I not only repaired, but improved it! Yah can’t have a good result without some commitment,” _the passionate tinker explained with a slightly scolding undertone, placing the repaired and modified tool on the workbench._ _He would have continued to talk about the scanner, but his words were immediately stuck in his throat when he saw a kind of… highly advanced screen appearing in the likes he had never seen before. Where did that guy get such technology from? He realized only a couple of moments later that his mouth stood open, and quickly reverted that._ _Quietly, he watched the purple yordle prepare and open the blueprints. What he saw was in fact very close to fulfilling several of any zealous mechanic’s wet dreams. His eyes raced across the screen, taking in as much information as possible. In his mind, he replicated the blueprint and modified it to create a three-dimensional explosion diagram of the object._ _However, while he never had problems to visualize every detail of even highly complex machines in his head… the complexity of these designs drove him to the limits of his capability. Of course he was impressed, very much so. He never could have dreamed to start a project like this. Not because he wouldn’t be able to execute it, but because he couldn’t remotely hope for getting his hands on such highly advanced parts and materials._ _The blue mechanic took in a deep breath, trying to contain both excitement and a flickering of jealousy. He failed at both._ “What are you trying to build?” _Rumble finally asked, wide eyes fixated on the blueprints,_ “That design is no overly sophisticated prosthetic, that’s… are you trying to construct an autonomous robot?!”
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:29:03.727+0000) >I've RP'd with a Yordlover for a long time now. You pick up these things. *Anderas sighed.* "Sod it..." *He cursed at himself slightly, then ventured back to the open garage door, rapping on it.* "So... I presume you're interested? Because I can very much show you some of the designs right now." *He set down the suitcase for the moment, removing a pair of gloves and shoving them inside his jacket, before rolling something around the palms of his hands.* "Though I will admit, it will be a bit different than what you'd likely be used to."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-07T18:42:10.047+0000) _Almost startled by the sudden noise of Andera’s knocks against the gate, Rumble’s head shot up, as did his ears. He truly had been sunken so deeply into his work that he didn’t notice him until now._ “Gee, do yah always sneak up on people like that?!” _he exclaimed, completely denying (or ignoring) that it was him who had been inattentive,_ “I cannot say that I’m not interested, but yah won’t get a handshake from me until yah tell me what it is about and what will happen to it when it’s finished.” _Standing upright and holding the scanner up on his shoulder like a laser gun, he showed a smug smile at the darker-colored artificer. He might not know what awaited him, but he sure had enough of an ego to be all but concerned about that._ “Dontcha worry about what I’m used to. I’m pretty sure I’m smart enough to understand what yah gonna show me.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-03T10:48:07.045+0000) > >'proportions' would be quite small, considering how I remember Yordles being under half a meter in height for the most part. Around 30cm iirc? >but yeah. this workshop would probably be the size of a small shack to us longlegs. *Anderas would have looked over the structure; seemingly sound enough, if a little bit of an eyesore from it's wear and tear, but functional. He decided against going in through the garage door, instead opting to...* ((is there even a door ringer? ~~I'm assuming yes for the speed of this post but~~ can edit later.)) *Anderas would have triggered a bell of sorts to let Rumble know that he was waiting by the front door.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-03T17:40:52.694+0000) >Please don’t make us smaller than we are! :O > >The only known information (to my knowledge) states that yordles “rarely exceed one meter in height” (fan wiki, but iirc it was stated officially once, long ago), which translates to a typical height of around 90 cm imo. Rumble would be the shortest adult yordle with about 70 cm in height. > >The size values on the ground plan are supposed to be accurate. They’re only written in imperial units, because most folk here is from the US. However, you are right, for a human the workshop would appear like a small shack, though they would be able to stand upright easily. (Remember that Rumble’s mech has to fit in there, and Tristy’s taller than your average longleg!) > >(Btw., thank you for using that term as well! :D) _Unfortunately, Anderas would find no button to press for a door bell. The solitary inventor never bothered to install one, since he both didn’t expect visitors, and usually didn’t want to be disturbed outside of his workshop’s irregular ‘opening hours’ anyway._ _However, the metal door looked like it would rattle more than loud enough if he would bang against it a couple of times._ _Meanwhile, Rumble was still fiddling with several scrap pieces, nodding every now and then. He seemed to be content with the results of his tests so far._
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-09T22:17:58.618+0000) _Rumble took a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply with a sigh. He still wasn’t sure at all if helping Moska, or rather Nax, was a good idea. Neither did he want to see the mayor, which he was sure was a mutual feeling._ _Stressed, he looked down to the ground in an attempt to come to a conclusion he could stand by with. That’s when he noticed something. He was wearing the very shirt that Moska had given to him months ago! The small tag in the form of Bandle’s crest dangling on the pulled up zipper twinkled in his eyes as it caught a stray ray of sunlight._ _He realized couldn’t say no to her. Yes, she gave it to him because she tore his old one in a bout of nosiness, but… she never meant any ill. And he was not the kind of guy who would cop out after agreeing to help._ “Yeah, I got yer back. We could go to the town hall right away, I have nothin’ else important planned for today,” _the little yordle finally declared and walked towards the door to exit the apothecary._ “I don’t think there’s anythin’ to prepare unless yah wanna bring a picture of him or somethin’.” _Rumble would hold the door open for Moska and lead her to a large, half-timbered building at the head end of the town square. It was at least four typical stories tall, with a heavy wooden door large enough to welcome three yordles stacked on top of one another leading inside._ _When they entered, an entrance hall with a ceiling that reached even slightly higher almost swallowed them, but a multitude of golden lamps mounted on the walls and hanging from above bathed the pastel yellow painted room in a soft and inviting light. The two yordles would find themselves on the east end of the room that extended like a big corridor to the west, ending in a wall with a door just as tall as the one they just passed. Even a human could enter and walk around without needing to constantly bend their head._ _The blue mechanic would lead Moska to a reception counter made of dark and rich wood. A middle aged female yordle stood behind it and gave the two arrivals the smile of a professional front desk lady._ “Good day, dear guests. What-“ “Hi uh, we wanna see the mayor asap,” _Rumble interrupted her greeting tersely before she or Moska could even get the chance of a formal approach._ “Mr. Jadefellow is busy right now, but if you are willing to wait for a bit, he might have a couple of minutes for you,” _the receptionist replied without so much as a slight crack in her formal-friendly countenance._ _She pointed towards a row of seats aligned to the wall a bit further down the hall. Moska and Rumble would be able to sit there and wait, and chat without anyone easily overhearing them._ “Yeah, of course…” _Rumble sighed and rolled his eyes. He shoved his hands back into his pockets and made his way towards the chairs where he would hop on one and let his legs dangle impatiently._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2019-08-03T22:03:03.210+0000) “Well, **you** like me, don’tcha?” _Rumble retorted in a way that didn’t make it clear at all whether he meant that seriously or not, and gave Moska an exaggerated, toothy smile._ _He was so used to being an outcast in the public eye that he sometimes didn’t even notice when he was acting off-putting. The runt expected to be treated by others with disrespect and sneer, which had made him become a rather aggressive conversationalist. If he gained a high ground early, he couldn’t be attacked so easily anymore._ _Moska had a point. He wasn’t there for his own sake, not this time; but he also knew the mayor better than she did, for reasons he wasn’t too keen on telling her, however._ “Just ‘cause we have some… differences, that doesn’t mean he won’t listen to us.” _As if on cue, the door to the mayor’s office swung open, and a pale lavender colored female with the shortest ears Rumble had ever seen on a yordle came out, giggling and walking so energetically that she was almost skipping._ “See you soon, Dennison~“ _she chimed, but stopped herself immediately when she saw the two waiting yordles. Her eyes went wide for a brief moment before she quickly continued on her way, much less exuberantly than before in an attempt to maintain some form of grace._ “I-I mean mayor!” _She corrected herself and quickly waved goodbye before leaving the town hall through the front entrance._ _Said mayor appeared in the door and waved back, smiling until she was out of sight._ “Goodbye, Sheila,” _he said warmly. For a yordle, he had a surprisingly deep and slightly raspy voice._ _Jadefellow was short and a little pudgy in stature, caused by an insatiable fondness of sweet pastries. However, a black tailcoat with Bandle City’s crest embroidered on each side in green and yellow, and a large black top hat were trying to conceal those physical shortcomings. Of course he was still taller than Rumble, and just like with many yordles, it was hard to determine his age by sight alone._ _His cream-colored fur was almost comparable to that of Bandle’s most famous Scout, even though he was missing the darker patches around his eyes and the fluff around his neck. His face adorned a thick, bushy mustache in a darker color tone that always reminded Rumble painfully of his nemesis Heimerdinger._ _To underline the emphasis on his revered status, the mayor wielded an ebon walking cane with a brazen knob. And finally, a golden monocle was clamped in front of one of his moss green eyes._ _Dennison Jadefellow truly was the embodiment of a mayor stereotype. Only fuzzier._ _Benignantly, he turned to his other guests that were waiting for an audience nodding to Moska and greeting her warmly. However, his smile faded when he noticed her companion._ “Rumble…” _he sighed,_ “Seeing you here never bodes well for my day. What trouble did you cause this time? I see you came directly with the poor victim of your shenanigans in tow? If you think that will save you from trouble, you are wrong, young man!” _The addressed yordle wasn’t sure whether he should feel insulted or proud that the mayor’s accusations weren’t true this time. Either way, he couldn’t prevent his face from heating up._ “Don’t worry, I got this!” _he whispered to Moska before he jumped to his feet,_ “No trouble, sir! We’re here because we... need your permission to save someone.” “Save someone?” _Jadefellow repeated in surprise, his mustache twitching curiously,_ “I presume this must be quite urgent, then. Please follow me into my office.” _While the mayor went back to his room, Rumble turned halfway to Moska and gave her another wide and -almost- convincingly confident grin,_ “After you.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-29T17:42:15.705+0000) > >It's quite allright. I've waited longer than a few days to respond. >The only problem is that it got buried by like twenty responses on other threads that are newer than half an hour. > >And that fact pisses me the fuck off tbh. was so confused for a hot minute before typing this out. >saltimus maximus was my ass. *Depending on how the scrapyard appears, and where in the scrapyard Rumble's workshop was located (height, squatness or thinness, what it's construction materials, or how it appears outwardly), it could range to taking a few hours to literal seconds to find.* *He assumes it's where sparks are flying from.* *The device itself is a minor hextech invention, using simple circuits and a coil of hyperconductive material around a few magnetized portions of iron (similar enough to what I remember being the internals of an irl metal detector; I personally have never split one apart, but you'd be surprised what you can pick up from just general knowledge and educated guessing.)* *The coiled metal would somehow give off varied energy output or resistance based on what the coil was pointed near, depending on the power supplied.* *Too much power, and it would burn out and become a fused wad of useless scrap and slag; too little, and it wouldn't function on every metal.* *From the looks of things, the internal power supply itself was damaged somehow - mishandling or shipping could be a highly probable cause as to why it was faulty.* *As a final note, the device itself was cheaply made. It may have been a mass produced tool.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-30T07:55:48.002+0000) > Oof, I see. That’s one reason why I’m only doing few active RPs at a time. I also got some stuff going outside of the boards as well. _The junkyard was basically a labyrinth consisting of large scrapheaps and junk mountains, divided by paths in between. Sometimes those paths converged to a clearing and then divided again. However, the whole area wasn’t all too large and could be completely traversed from one end to another in about an hour._ _Rumble’s workshop was sitting in the middle of the junkyard like a spider in its web, so in the end it wouldn’t be very hard to find it. It was an old brick building, somewhat worn down but still sturdy, large enough to easily accommodate the inventor’s battle suit with enough space left to work on other things._ _When approached from the front, a large garage door on the left would lead to the workshop itself, while a metal door on the right was supposed to be the main entrance. On the sides and back were only a couple of grimy four-paned windows._ _On the backside of the building stood a generator about the size of one and a half yordles, a little rusty but otherwise well maintained, buzzing about in its endless work to provide Rumble’s abode with much needed energy._ _In expectation of the arrival, Rumble had the garage door already open, both to signalize that he was there, and to see any arrival as early as possible. The blue-furred yordle was apparently busy taking several parts from a pile of unassorted parts to test a device in his hand that looked a lot like a certain detector that had been thrown away the other day._ _However, it was clearly visible that it had been modified quite a bit. Wires were protruding from the case where none had been before, and the sensor on the front seemed to have been augmented with additional parts and coils around it._ _Rumble was in fact so focused on his task that he likely wouldn’t notice Anderas approaching._ --- ((Here’s the ground plan of Rumble’s workshop, so you know the scale and proportions!)) https://filerepo.net/rp/general/workshop-plan.png
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-09T22:17:58.618+0000) _Rumble took a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply with a sigh. He still wasn’t sure at all if helping Moska, or rather Nax, was a good idea. Neither did he want to see the mayor, which he was sure was a mutual feeling._ _Stressed, he looked down to the ground in an attempt to come to a conclusion he could stand by with. That’s when he noticed something. He was wearing the very shirt that Moska had given to him months ago! The small tag in the form of Bandle’s crest dangling on the pulled up zipper twinkled in his eyes as it caught a stray ray of sunlight._ _He realized couldn’t say no to her. Yes, she gave it to him because she tore his old one in a bout of nosiness, but… she never meant any ill. And he was not the kind of guy who would cop out after agreeing to help._ “Yeah, I got yer back. We could go to the town hall right away, I have nothin’ else important planned for today,” _the little yordle finally declared and walked towards the door to exit the apothecary._ “I don’t think there’s anythin’ to prepare unless yah wanna bring a picture of him or somethin’.” _Rumble would hold the door open for Moska and lead her to a large, half-timbered building at the head end of the town square. It was at least four typical stories tall, with a heavy wooden door large enough to welcome three yordles stacked on top of one another leading inside._ _When they entered, an entrance hall with a ceiling that reached even slightly higher almost swallowed them, but a multitude of golden lamps mounted on the walls and hanging from above bathed the pastel yellow painted room in a soft and inviting light. The two yordles would find themselves on the east end of the room that extended like a big corridor to the west, ending in a wall with a door just as tall as the one they just passed. Even a human could enter and walk around without needing to constantly bend their head._ _The blue mechanic would lead Moska to a reception counter made of dark and rich wood. A middle aged female yordle stood behind it and gave the two arrivals the smile of a professional front desk lady._ “Good day, dear guests. What-“ “Hi uh, we wanna see the mayor asap,” _Rumble interrupted her greeting tersely before she or Moska could even get the chance of a formal approach._ “Mr. Jadefellow is busy right now, but if you are willing to wait for a bit, he might have a couple of minutes for you,” _the receptionist replied without so much as a slight crack in her formal-friendly countenance._ _She pointed towards a row of seats aligned to the wall a bit further down the hall. Moska and Rumble would be able to sit there and wait, and chat without anyone easily overhearing them._ “Yeah, of course…” _Rumble sighed and rolled his eyes. He shoved his hands back into his pockets and made his way towards the chairs where he would hop on one and let his legs dangle impatiently._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-25T12:13:39.679+0000) _Contrary to Moska, Rumble didn’t seem to feel intimidated by their surroundings; at least not enough to be visible. His eyes followed Moska as she sat down next to him. The seats were comfortably cushioned, seemingly in consideration for longer waiting times. Hopefully they wouldn’t have to sit here for long._ _The was the small yordle’s turn to heat up a little when Moska told him about making a good first impression._ “Eh… not tryin’ to dishearten yah, but… that chance never existed in the first place, not for me at least. You see, I’ve been here a couple o’ times already, and…” _Rumble paused for a brief moment to clear his throat. No, he didn’t feel comfortable at all being here._ “…let’s just say the mayor an’ I aren’t **exactly** on good terms with eachother.”
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-21T12:12:35.351+0000) "You do realize that being the smartest person in the room makes up for any and all other deficiencies, right?" *Anderas crossed his arms, looking down at Rumble.* "I've heard it from some of the Gunners themselves; small and smart is far better in almost every circumstance compared to big and stupid. It's part of why they're so effective at defending Bandlewoods." "That also said, how well do you work on micromechanical components, like clockwork designs? Because I happen to have a ridiculously complex design that I'm almost certain requires at least two brains and four hands to work on it. Materials are covered from a supplier in Bilgewater, though." *He pulled out a small notepad from the folds of his vestments, made a note inside, and swiftly put it back.* "The facility doubles as my household, and the pay will be fair enough for the work." *Anderas stood there, and gave his last statement;* "I'm intending on returning tomorrow with a new metallurgic analyzer. I'll let you think it over until then." *He began to walk away, towards the entrance, checking over the notepad again.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-21T16:42:30.543+0000) > Sorry for the long delay. :( _Rumble was caught so off-guard by the probably-flattering words of Anderas that they took the wind right out of his sails. For a moment he just stood there and blinked, looking probably not at all like the smartest person in the (imaginary) room before he snapped out of it. Especially the remark about what ‘some Gunners’ had said made his stomach jump and knot at the same time._ “S-sooo they say that, huh? W-well, of course the smartest are the best! Everyone can swing a mace, but attachin’ a mace to a big walking metal suit? Heh… that’s somethin’ different!” _Rumble coughed briefly to find back his composure and gave Anderas a pride-filled smile afterwards._ “Micromechanics? Clockwork designs? That’s what I grew up with! Complexity was never an issue for **me**!” _He paused for a moment and tapped his chin with the tip of his gloved hand as he pondered, frowning however when he heard about the external supplier. That immediately sounded fishy to him, and not only because the materials came from Bilgewater._ _If something was funded by humans, it means it would be used by them as well. If Rumble would help out there, he would get dangerously close to working like his arch-rival Heimerdinger. On the other hand, he needed some coin, and that guy’s offer would probably be the best he would get in a long time._ _He would have to think about it, but it was quite a predicament._ _As Anderas turned around to leave, Rumble crossed his arms and called after him,_ “That supplier must be pretty shitty if yah need to dig around for extra parts in the junk. **MY** junk! Anyway… I’ll think about the offer. Which means I might also say no!” _As soon as Rumble found himself alone again, he dug after the faulty scanner the purple-furred yordle threw away so carelessly. After retrieving it, he headed back to the brick building in the middle of the junkyard that served as both his workshop and home, to disassemble the device, study it, and maybe repair it._ _On the next day, Anderas would find a piece of paper attached visibly on the gate with a small piece of duct tape:_ https://filerepo.net/rp/boards/the-junkyard-workshop/note-1.jpg _No more information was given, whether he knew where he was supposed to go, or not._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-14T10:21:34.740+0000) "Lead paint scrapes. Perhaps some low carbon steel, if I can find it." *Anderas didn't bother looking to Rumble for the first minute or two, still fiddling with the metal detector.* "Flacking... I swear sometimes this thing functions perfectly and then the next second it breaks down. Damnable lemon..." *He wasn't particularly pleased with the device, and then decided to semi-casually* fling *it into another area of the scrapyard.* "Not exactly sure why another per-son... would..." *He then turned to face Rumble, having to slightly lower his gaze, stuck thinking back for a moment.* "Aren't you that fellow who made a mechanized walker out of scrap and rusted screws?"
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-14T16:40:52.168+0000) _Rumble wasn't amused in the slightest to not only find a stranger rummaging through his junkyard, but also someone who didn't even bother to look at him while giving a half-assed answer! The mechanic was known for quite a few things... patience was not one of them._ "Stop fiddlin' around and look at me!" _he shouted towards the other yordle, having to raise his head to look into his eyes just like every time. The fact that everyone was taller than him had led the runt to compensate by yelling louder - among other things._ _By the time the intruder flung his malfunctioning device away to become a part of one of the many scrap piles, Rumble had his fists clenched, and he gnashed his teeth hard enough to make them hurt. The thought of jumping at the other's throat and make him leave for his insolence was getting alluring._ _When the blue-furred engineer finally got the other's attention however, his words almost immediately put out the burning short fuse. It felt good to hear people remembered his entrance in the central plaza of Bandle at the helmet of his giant mechanical battle suit a while ago. Rumble's expression changed gradually from fuming anger to slightly annoyed._ "Yeah, I am!" _Rumble replied and crossed his arms,_ "Why're yah askin'?"
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-07T11:43:02.295+0000) > _Moska turned around, eyes a little wider than before._ "So... ye'll help me, then?" _Just like that, much of Moska's dread for the coming days had been quieted. She hadn't consulted with the city's superiors since her expulsion eons ago, and much had likely changed since those archaic times. To have a young and strong-willed city resident like Rumble to aid her, was invaluable._ "I was planning to see the mayor today, unless ye need more time to prepare." _The white furred yordle would await a response from Rumble, twiddling her thumbs._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-09T22:17:58.618+0000) _Rumble took a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply with a sigh. He still wasn’t sure at all if helping Moska, or rather Nax, was a good idea. Neither did he want to see the mayor, which he was sure was a mutual feeling._ _Stressed, he looked down to the ground in an attempt to come to a conclusion he could stand by with. That’s when he noticed something. He was wearing the very shirt that Moska had given to him months ago! The small tag in the form of Bandle’s crest dangling on the pulled up zipper twinkled in his eyes as it caught a stray ray of sunlight._ _He realized couldn’t say no to her. Yes, she gave it to him because she tore his old one in a bout of nosiness, but… she never meant any ill. And he was not the kind of guy who would cop out after agreeing to help._ “Yeah, I got yer back. We could go to the town hall right away, I have nothin’ else important planned for today,” _the little yordle finally declared and walked towards the door to exit the apothecary._ “I don’t think there’s anythin’ to prepare unless yah wanna bring a picture of him or somethin’.” _Rumble would hold the door open for Moska and lead her to a large, half-timbered building at the head end of the town square. It was at least four typical stories tall, with a heavy wooden door large enough to welcome three yordles stacked on top of one another leading inside._ _When they entered, an entrance hall with a ceiling that reached even slightly higher almost swallowed them, but a multitude of golden lamps mounted on the walls and hanging from above bathed the pastel yellow painted room in a soft and inviting light. The two yordles would find themselves on the east end of the room that extended like a big corridor to the west, ending in a wall with a door just as tall as the one they just passed. Even a human could enter and walk around without needing to constantly bend their head._ _The blue mechanic would lead Moska to a reception counter made of dark and rich wood. A middle aged female yordle stood behind it and gave the two arrivals the smile of a professional front desk lady._ “Good day, dear guests. What-“ “Hi uh, we wanna see the mayor asap,” _Rumble interrupted her greeting tersely before she or Moska could even get the chance of a formal approach._ “Mr. Jadefellow is busy right now, but if you are willing to wait for a bit, he might have a couple of minutes for you,” _the receptionist replied without so much as a slight crack in her formal-friendly countenance._ _She pointed towards a row of seats aligned to the wall a bit further down the hall. Moska and Rumble would be able to sit there and wait, and chat without anyone easily overhearing them._ “Yeah, of course…” _Rumble sighed and rolled his eyes. He shoved his hands back into his pockets and made his way towards the chairs where he would hop on one and let his legs dangle impatiently._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00120000,timestamp=2019-07-09T00:29:23.311+0000) *A yordle of fairly dull if not deep purple wearing somewhat simplistic clothing would wander into the scrapyard. He was busy going about, flipping through varying metal plates, checking with an odd instrument for something about the materials; they also seemed to be searching for rubber tubing, as well as extra wiring that may be about the place.* *Odd that he wouldn't simply* request *what was needed, instead opting to the scraps of other ruined machines and mechanical bobbins. Even stranger still was the fact he also seemed to keep an eye on smaller chunks of excess metal - pieces so small there's virtually no use for them.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001200000000,timestamp=2019-07-10T00:44:04.515+0000) _If anyone would ask Rumble about the junkyard, he would paint a colorful picture of rot and rust, but also wonders and hidden treasures. He'd describe how it was a dangerous place for anyone not knowing their way around, but also how it would offer its bounty to those resourceful enough to work with almost anything they get their hands on._ _What the outcast yordle would also tell anyone who would ask? That the junkyard was **off limits** for anyone but him! It had been his territory, his kingdom, and his refuge since he was a child, and none shall ever invade these iron-fenced premises! Unless, of course, someone needed his help as a mechanic._ _As chance would have it, the blue-furred tinkerer was on his very own foray through the scrapheaps when his large ears noticed an off sound in a not-so-far distance. They immediately perked up, their owner listening for the origin of the sound that reminded him of parts being moved around in a rummaging manner._ _Careful, he would stalk up to the place, hiding his small stature behind torn and broken furniture and appliances, until he found himself on top of the nearest hill of junk from where he could oversee the periphery. He only needed a moment until something purple caught his eyes. Another yordle!_ _Rumble fixated his gaze on the unwelcomed guest. They were obviously stealing from **his** junkyard! But… they were carrying an instrument of some sort to scan the parts they were interested in, which meant that they were there for a purpose. That piqued the inventor’s interest, and changed his spontaneous plan of scaring off the intruder, to at least give them a chance to explain themselves._ _Grabbing his large wrench tightly, Rumble began a surprisingly swift descend towards the purple yordle. Skipping and jumping fearlessly, his feet aptly found the safe spots to step on, for he knew every hill and chasm of the junkyard throughoutly by now._ “Hey! Waddaya think yer doin’?!” _he shouted out to the supposed intruder, confronting them openly._
: ((Droping a message of intent; ((Era 3 - the goodshit in terms of Yordle lore, imo. ((The OC doesn't have a sheet per say, just a pile of compiled notes and quirks that I'm playing rather close to the chest. Their name is Anderas; Yordle inventor, currently working on a bit of a private design he needs help fixing some rigging issues on. ((Figured Rumble would be a good choice given how he's managed to make a walking death armor suit out of scrap heap and crap metals. ((Choice is yours.))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0012,timestamp=2019-07-08T00:38:05.981+0000) ((Welcome, and thanks for checking in!)) ((While I personally disagree with the quality of the current era, this sounds good to me. So please, go ahead - Rumble is ready!))
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-26T06:16:19.851+0000) > _Moska's hands dropped from her face onto the table, and she sighed through gritted teeth, closing her eyes._ "Rumble... he is confused and suffering right now. Piltovians and Zaunites are looking for him, and he has nowhere to go. I don't know where else to hide him, and I cannot lose another son..." _Her voice cracked a little, and her hands were shaking. She hated the fact that she was already getting emotional, spontaneously resorting to pity as a counter argument. It wasn't good enough. She needed to clear up Rumble's worries about the city._ *The rabbity yordle took a moment to clear her throat in hopes of remaining somewhat level-headed, then rose from the stool.* "My mansion is far away from other yordle homes; he'll be safe there. He'll avoid socialising and wandering the city. He's not much different from yerself. I can promise ye that he'll **never** speak of this city to other humans. He despises them more than ever." _After another pause, Moska sighed again. She had a feeling that she still wasn't going to convince Rumble, so she would start to walk around him towards the door. Then she stopped to say one more thing._ "Nax told me about how ye took out so many bad guys on the way to rescuing me. He clearly looked up to ye. If ye can't accept him because he's human, yer no better than the humans that shunned me when I had no home to go to."
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0011000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-30T13:26:45.640+0000) _Rumble’s ears sank more and more after each of Moska’s arguments, and so did his eyes until he was almost piercing the table with a stare as if the poor thing was responsible for the whole predicament the blue mechanic found himself in now. Moska asked him to act against some of his strongest principles. How could she do that, **why** was she testing him so much?_ _Rumble frowned deeply. Why would he care about either the human, or even a friendship to Moska? He had always been fine on his own, more or less. There was no reason why he shouldn't send her away and mind his own business. He did that many times before!_ _Why did he feel such an urge to act so vastly differently than usual, then? Was it because he rescued the old yordle and felt somewhat responsible for her? Why should he? She was independent and strong-willed, and didn’t need him watching over her! And yet, she asked for his help more than once already. Did she really need him that much, or was there another reason?_ _...Did Nax really look up to him?_ _Rumble was so deep in thought that he barely noticed Moska walking around him towards the door. By the time she finished talking, the littler yordle had closed his eyes, seemingly still struggling with himself. A long moment of silence ensued, probably long enough for Moska to grow impatient, before he spoke._ “I’m no monster,” _he began, but immediately paused again for a deep breath. His subsequent words were more difficult to utter for him than most have ever been before._ “All I want for us yordles is to be respected by the humans for what we are and what we can accomplish. I have yet to see a longleg who didn’t act condescendin’ when they see us and believe they are superior and can exploit us just because of their tallness. That was… until I met Nax.” _Rumble slowly turned around to Moska and opened his eyes. In an attempt to hide his churning emotions, he shoved his restless hands into his pockets where they continued to ball themselves into fists and went back to normal only to repeat the process._ “Don’t get me wrong, I still hate humans in general, but… I see that there are very rare exceptions to the rule. If you’re takin’ **full** responsibility for all of his actions in Bandle, I guess… maybe I could get used to the thought of him livin’ in your home.”
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0011000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-18T17:47:02.330+0000) > _Moska stiffened when she felt the idiotic youngster touch her shoulder, scarcely resisting the urge to spin and slap his hand away. It was only after he spoke, that her squinted red eyes stopped looking straight ahead. Lips pursed like a grumpy cat, she turned to face him._ "Well, I'm feckin' knackered so I'll sit down." _The old yordle brushed past Rumble back into the center of the shop, then pulled a stool out from under a table with a loud scrape. She sat on it, rested her elbows on the table and pressed her gloved paws against her white cheeks. With a long sigh, she stared sleepily at the wall through her semi-circled glasses._ _Moska would wait a moment for Rumble to make himself comfortable, then speak quietly;_ "I... don't want to be here all day... so I'll just get straight to the point... Nax... he... **CLOSE THE DOOR, WILL YE?!**" _After the sudden outburst, she spoke again in a hushed tone._ "He's alive. I left him at a temporary spot not far from the portal I used to get into the city. But... I need to ask another favour of ye. I don't think he can stay out there..." _Moska gave off a slightly strained smile, trying to hide the fact that her voice was becoming more anxious._ "...I want to ask the mayor about giving my boy a place to stay in Bandle... particularly an old mansion I used to own here long ago... and I want you to support me, as someone that knew him. Nax won't hurt anyone... he's got nobody else to turn to... and he's just a seventeen year old kid, damn it..."
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-20T23:30:28.662+0000) _Rumble sighed under his breath when Moska decided to return, partially glad he didn’t scare her away, and partially feeling an uneasy anticipation of what she might have to tell. He slowly followed the old yordle back into the shop, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers._ _Impatiently, the mechanic waited for Moska to sit down and start to speak. The scraping of the chair against the floor still came somewhat unexpected, and the horrible sound made his ears ring. Grimacing, he endured it the best he could, but he couldn’t prevent a shiver running down his spine when the sound finally stopped. Did she do that on purpose?_ _Just as he was about to take a seat for himself, slightly more aggravated than before, Moska’s sudden outburst made him jump._ “Do I look like yer damn housemaid or what?” _he protested half-serious, but complied and went to the door to slam it into its lock. The poor thing wouldn’t get any love from Rumble today._ _He made his way back to the chair he intended to sit on, but stopped dead in his tracks midway when Moska revealed what she wanted him to do for her. Rumble remained silent for a while, staring at her, unbelieving of what he just heard. Only slowly it seeped into his mind that she was meaning it. All of a sudden, he wasn’t so sure anymore if asking her had been such a good idea._ _After a moment of complete silence, he answered. Most likely not in the way the rabbity yordle had hoped._ “WHAT? You can’t be serious. You’re askin' me to vouch for a **human** to live with us in Bandle? **ME?!**” _Rumble burst out. He really didn’t want to make things any harder for Moska, but her request was absolutely ridiculous in his eyes. What kind of reaction had she truly expected from him anyway? From him, who hated humans much more than she already did?_ “No. I can’t do that. He might be a rare case of not bein’ the lyin’, cheatin’ and exploitin’ kind, but the danger of the city bein’ compromised is too high! What if he messes up? Scares other yordles? What if he leaves Bandle one day and tells others about it? What if other yordles come and want their ‘human friend’ to live here as well?! I can’t let that happen, let alone be responsible for a precedence like that!” _Rumble shook his head so hard, his ears swung heavily from side to side. Moska would have to give him some VERY good reasons to convince him. After all, Nax would inevitably become **his** responsibility as well, should he vouch for him. And being responsible for a human was amongst the least things he felt he needed._
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T09:00:55.759+0000) > _During Rumble's last sentence, Moska suddenly slammed a fist violently into the wall, making a loud thud. Her hood fell off, revealing scruffy white-furred ears and unkempt silver hair._ "**And I thought ye knew me better!**" _she snapped angrily._ _Still facing away from the blue yordle, Moska went silent, her balled up fist visibly shaking. Suddenly, she spun around, making her way past the counter, past Rumble, to the shop's entrance—head down as she breathed heavily. The blue yordle would see a glimpse of a yellow plaster bandaged just above Moska's nose, covering most of what looked like a lengthy scratch._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-11T19:07:24.347+0000) _Rumble flinched hard at Moska‘s sudden beat against the wall. He did a jab at her, sure, but he really hadn’t expected such a strong reaction! Just before the old -and apparently very angry- yordle could slip out of his view, he noticed the patch above her nose and the little bit that couldn’t be covered by it._ _That changed things tremendously._ “Hey, wait---wait a second!” _Rumble called out and spun around to go after her. He put a paw on her shoulder to make her stop and look at him. Should she let him speak, he would do so in a tone that was missing any of the prior impudence he showed towards her._ “Tell me what happened in the last two months.” _Looking up to the taller yordle, his eyes would scan her face, trying to evaluate her expression despite him being… not exactly good at it._
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=001100000000,timestamp=2019-05-26T17:21:09.599+0000) > _A short, high pitched shriek came came from a black cloaked figure behind the counter, followed by the sound of shattering glass. The figure ducked behind the wood. Then, two white paws and the top of a hooded forehead rose into sight, red eyes glaring at Rumble._ "Eejit! If anyone has keys fer this place, it's me!" _snapped Moska._ _The hooded yordle quickly sank behind the counter again, followed by the scrapes of glass bits and incoherent mumbling. Then she stood up again, facing away from Rumble as she seemed to examine the potion shelves, the back of her hood nodding slightly._ "Not as mank as I thought they'd be. Ye did some cleaning I see."
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0011000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-31T21:46:15.100+0000) _Rumble’s face was a mask of determination to show the intruder the shop off limits for everyone except him and the lost owner. He even had raised his fists in preparation of a fight! When he saw the familiar white paws followed a fair of even more familiar red eyes, his mouth went agape._ “You…? What-… when?!” _he uttered, befuddled by the by now unexpected return of the old yordle. He lowered his fists, even though her reaction made him unsure whether he was happy to see her back or not._ “Y’know, burglars usually don’t have keys to break in, but **somehow** they usually make it in either way,” _Rumble spouted sarcastically and folded his arms,_ “and just so you know, I was about to stop comin’ here for good. Thought you became all cuddly-wuddly with those Piltie pigs and decided to settle down there!”
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0011,timestamp=2019-05-14T22:50:06.596+0000) > _A couple of months had passed since Moska left Bandle City to retrieve her human servant from Piltover's hospital._ _If Rumble still checked The Crystal Rabbit shop frequently, he would one day notice that the door was already unlocked. The window, however, was still covered with a curtain as the shop was supposed to be closed. A faint but audible sound of muffled rustling could be heard, coming from within the building._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=00110000,timestamp=2019-05-17T19:40:28.424+0000) _The first two weeks, Rumble checked up on the vending machines often and regularly, restocking the wares that were sold, oiling up the mechanisms to make sure they would run smoothly, sometimes exchanging a part whenever they didn’t. It was not only a service for Moska, it was also a piece of **his** tech being applied in the city, and he hoped it would increase his reputation as a formidable engineer and inventor!_ _The next two weeks passed without any sign of her return. Rumble began to question if the old girl had gotten into trouble yet again, if she had been captured, maybe even killed. While he went to her shop less and less often as some of the potions were out of stock while others gradually got bad, the thought of searching for her crossed his mind a couple of times. But instead of diving head-first into the hated city of Piltover to hunt down that mage, he would do some investigation first._ _And should Moska had really met a dire fate, he would make him double and triple pay for that!_ _It was almost two weeks ago when he last walked over to the Crystal Rabbit. There was no reason for that anymore really. The vending machines were pretty much empty with nothing left to refill, and there was no need to put more work and time into them. Rumble didn’t believe he would see Moska ever again, and, in fact, the reason why he went there one last time was to switch off the dusty machines for good._ _It was only when the flickering light bulb and mechanical humming from the last vendor died that he heard a faint rummaging from inside the house he thought would remain silent, until a new owner would move in. Frowning and tilting his head, he walked to the door and found it only leaning against the lock. Did someone break in?!_ _With a valiant kick, the door swung open forcefully. The handle smashed into the wall, dust flying off some of the nearest interior, and the glass in the door rattled frighteningly close to breaking into a thousand pieces._ “Hey! Who’s there?! I swear if I find yah ransackin’ this place, yer goin’ to regret it!”
: The junkyard workshop (Ask Rumble)
*((Interlude))* --- **Entry 37** Finally found a worthy replacement for the Flamespitter’s bursted fuel line. Tore a water tube out of an old and broken washer, and judging by how deep I needed to dig for that, it must’ve been dumped on the junkyard way before my time. I wonder who built it in the first place? While the basic construction was quite clever, I could see faultiness of the mechanical design at first glance. Talented, but not genius! Anyway, I consider myself lucky! With that tube, Tristy should finally stop leakin’ all over the place! Gotta install it first thing tomorrow morning! **Entry 38** While the installation of the new fuel line was easy as pie, unfortunately the material showed to bee to brittle to withstand the high pressure I need for an acceptable range of fire. Now I gotta clean up my workshop _again_, not to mention needing to disassemble half of Tristy to not risk a flash fire in the middle of a mission! Another wasted day, dammit. **Entry 39** With this recent setback, I probably need to go to the city and look for something less weathered. While I find plenty of metal in (almost) prime condition around here, some other materials age at a… disadvantageous rate. Probably going to run past my folks’ house. Hopefully they won’t see me, it would only result in another wasted half a day. I know they mean well, but I prefer to not keep them informed of everything I do. Or everything that happens to me. Anyway, maybe ol’ Berry can put a new tube on my tab. I’ll need to get another commission to pay it off, which should hopefully come in soon enough. But Tristy cannot wait that long. I need her ready for action at any time!
: This hammer has two sides, And it only takes one to win (Poppy Ask Thread)
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-09T22:17:00.282+0000) > _Rumble paused folding his new shirt for a moment when Moska started to make small talk, catching the socially deprived yordle off guard. Awkwardly, he tried to finish his job before he replied, but the result was rather disorderly. He never cared that much about neatness, at least with things that are meant to be used rather than presented._ “Check on me? That sounds as if I’d be ill or somethin’,” _Rumble replied and finally gave up on the shirt, ultimately cramming it into a small cabinet._ _He turned back to Moska and felt a little taken aback by her suddenly so serious face. What did she have in mind to come here and ask those inconsequential questions? Frowning, the mechanic folded his arms._ “I’m workin’, obviously. Either creatin’ my own inventions, or fixin’ other people’s stuff for some coin. Which barely lets me make a livin’, by the way.” _Preparing for the following sentence, Rumble’s eyes narrowed, seemingly still suspicious of Moska’s motives._ “Why’re you even askin’ me that?”
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000006,timestamp=2019-04-21T21:44:08.230+0000) _Just a couple of hours after Moska’s departure, Rumble grabbed a notepad, pencils, and a measure tape, and headed for her store. He already had some ideas how to accomplish what he had offered, but he needed more information of the wares themselves._ _For once, he had a good feeling about doing commissional work, and thus his walk to the city was made with a small bounce in each of his steps. Usually, people came and asked him to repair faulty appliances or gadgets, and it was always about getting the cheapest price, and not the best possible work. Because of that, he usually was seen as a craftsman unsatisfied with his ‘customers’, not the other way around._ _When he finally arrived at Moska’s shop and turned the key in the doorlock, he realized how much trust the old yordle put in him to give him access to her lab. What a development! After all, she had been close to making him a head shorter after she found out about his… curious investigation of her lab in her mountain abode._ _He was determined to not fail that trust._ _During the next hours, Rumble measured all the different flasks and bottles ready for sale, and returned home to start working on those vending machines. However, he had to take a bit of money from the Crystal Rabbit’s cash register to buy some items he wouldn’t be able to get from the junkyard. Most importantly magical energy cores, to let the machines run independently of any outside power source. As much as he disliked to use magic, in Bandle sometimes it was just unavoidable._ _Five days later, a visibly sleep deprived Rumble was sitting at the helm of Tristy, devoid of any weapons in an attempt to not run into problems with Bandle City’s authorities. A rope led from the rocket mountings to a wagon the mech dragged behind, which was carrying two large machines painted in a bright white and blue pattern that resembled cut crystal._ _With the help of Tristy’s hydraulic force, Rumble was able to place the vending machines on the frontside of the store, next to the entrance. After stocking them with numerous items for sale, on display through a glass on the front and illuminated from inside, he taped a large sign on the shop entrance._ _“SHOP CLOSED FOR THE TIME BEING! Please use our new ‘All-day Apothecary’ service at your leisure!”_ _Below the text, an arrow pointed towards the vendors. Price tags were attached below the items, and an elaborate mechanism - which had been the hardest part of his work - was able to count the coins thrown in and even give back change money._ _With the smile of a proud inventor, Rumble returned home. Occasionally, he would refill the machines, as long as there were items left to sell in Moska's stock. The earned money he gathered in a small tow sack that he kept locked away in a metal box in a place on the junkyard he considered safe, waiting for Moska's return._
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-09T22:17:00.282+0000) > _Rumble paused folding his new shirt for a moment when Moska started to make small talk, catching the socially deprived yordle off guard. Awkwardly, he tried to finish his job before he replied, but the result was rather disorderly. He never cared that much about neatness, at least with things that are meant to be used rather than presented._ “Check on me? That sounds as if I’d be ill or somethin’,” _Rumble replied and finally gave up on the shirt, ultimately cramming it into a small cabinet._ _He turned back to Moska and felt a little taken aback by her suddenly so serious face. What did she have in mind to come here and ask those inconsequential questions? Frowning, the mechanic folded his arms._ “I’m workin’, obviously. Either creatin’ my own inventions, or fixin’ other people’s stuff for some coin. Which barely lets me make a livin’, by the way.” _Preparing for the following sentence, Rumble’s eyes narrowed, seemingly still suspicious of Moska’s motives._ “Why’re you even askin’ me that?”
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000004,timestamp=2019-04-11T16:07:06.286+0000) “As long as I can write my name on ‘em to show who invented ‘em,” _Rumble imposed a single condition and smiled confidently,_ “Don’t wanna see the credit goin’ to someone else. ‘Specially not a certain bloat-headed prig!” _As an expert in mechanics, hydraulics, materials, and general ingenious craftsmanship, of course it would pose no big problem for Rumble to create applicable machines! However, there were a few things he would need and that couldn’t be picked up from the junkyard just like that._ _But that could be surely resolved the next time they saw eachother, especially since Moska seemed to be about to leave again. The pat on his shoulder felt a little weird, but it was a nice gesture nonetheless._ _Rumble stood up as well, and escorted his guest to the door. With a new project in mind now, all kinds of ideas were swirling in his mind already. He desperately needed to start drawing some first drafts!_ “No problem. Oh and, uh… it’s a nice shirt. So… thanks. I’ll see yah around!” _He would wait only a short while to see Moska make her way back to the city, before shutting the door and getting to work with a fiery passion! There was no doubt he would work throughout this night, and probably fall asleep right at his workbench!_ _The makeshift repair of the generator was already pushed into the background for him. The fickle wiring surely wouldn’t cause any problem in the near future, would it?_
: > Dear Rodent with Ugly Teeth, > > Nice one! Nice! But I have another one for ya! Enjoy the show! > > Yours truly, > J **_There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name_** While the paper would have a shorter reply, at the moment when Rumble would even open the letter, his ears would be blasted to deafness by loud music. The music was loud enough to send scrap in his workshop or junk in the junkyard falling all over the place. Worst of all, there wasn't any clear or evident way to stop the music. It would just keep going in an endless loop for 2 days straight. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Diu2N8TGKA
> [{quoted}](name=SurelyNotHyper,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=0010,timestamp=2019-04-09T21:20:54.771+0000) _Rumble at this point had become very hesitant to open envelopes with a single letter on them. But again, his curiosity got the better of him._ _About an hour later, Rumble sit at his desk with bandaged and still ringing ears. After he dug a hole as tall as him and threw the letter in, the music was not hearable anymore beyond a short perimeter around the spot._ _Rumble would need to get serious medical or magical treatment, lest he won’t lose a major amount of his hearing. Treatment he could barely afford._ _Time for jokes was over, that had been made more than clear with the obviously damaging content of that last letter. The next one the yordle would send back would have no message anymore, aside from the fiery explosion that would leave little of the receiver’s hands - and hopefully more._
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-09T22:17:00.282+0000) > _Rumble paused folding his new shirt for a moment when Moska started to make small talk, catching the socially deprived yordle off guard. Awkwardly, he tried to finish his job before he replied, but the result was rather disorderly. He never cared that much about neatness, at least with things that are meant to be used rather than presented._ “Check on me? That sounds as if I’d be ill or somethin’,” _Rumble replied and finally gave up on the shirt, ultimately cramming it into a small cabinet._ _He turned back to Moska and felt a little taken aback by her suddenly so serious face. What did she have in mind to come here and ask those inconsequential questions? Frowning, the mechanic folded his arms._ “I’m workin’, obviously. Either creatin’ my own inventions, or fixin’ other people’s stuff for some coin. Which barely lets me make a livin’, by the way.” _Preparing for the following sentence, Rumble’s eyes narrowed, seemingly still suspicious of Moska’s motives._ “Why’re you even askin’ me that?”
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2019-03-30T20:33:36.925+0000) _Rumble sighed internally. He just had wanted to do some light conversation, and now it turned serious and somber already again. He didn’t care much about the human, even though during their rescue mission, Nax showed to be the least despicable specimen the yordle knew of. However, he **did** care about Moska’s wellbeing, there was no denying of it anymore, and that was directly linked to the human’s, whether he liked it or not._ _He couldn’t put his finger on the reasons why he felt that way towards her. Usually, people shunned him, and so did he in return, but Moska didn’t seem to follow that tacit agreement. She didn’t mind him and his waywardness, and she never looked down on him because of his small size. She was quickly becoming something like a friend to him._ _A weird and slightly unsettling thought._ “I certainly wouldn’t put it past longlegs to do that to get more money outta yah,” _Rumble commented, leaning back on the couch and crossing his arms. A gesture he did very often lately._ _After the old yordle had returned to Bandle and was able to settle down again in her old home country, and even build up her own store, he hadn’t thought yet about the problems that would inevitably arise with her human servant and… well, quasi-son. And now that she mentioned it, several uneasy questions sprung into his mind._ _What would happen when Nax came out of the hospital? Would he force Moska to leave again? Or would he be able to live on his own?_ _...Would it be better if he never returned?_ _Despite those thoughts however, the young inventor felt the urge to help her out again. Somehow, she was able to infallibly trigger his protective instinct._ “Yah need some backup? I could build and set up vending machines for yer potions, so yah can earn some money while yer gone. Just needa stack up on those flasks before yah leave,” _Rumble proposed with a confident smile, only half joking on the matter._
: > [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-09T22:17:00.282+0000) > _Rumble paused folding his new shirt for a moment when Moska started to make small talk, catching the socially deprived yordle off guard. Awkwardly, he tried to finish his job before he replied, but the result was rather disorderly. He never cared that much about neatness, at least with things that are meant to be used rather than presented._ “Check on me? That sounds as if I’d be ill or somethin’,” _Rumble replied and finally gave up on the shirt, ultimately cramming it into a small cabinet._ _He turned back to Moska and felt a little taken aback by her suddenly so serious face. What did she have in mind to come here and ask those inconsequential questions? Frowning, the mechanic folded his arms._ “I’m workin’, obviously. Either creatin’ my own inventions, or fixin’ other people’s stuff for some coin. Which barely lets me make a livin’, by the way.” _Preparing for the following sentence, Rumble’s eyes narrowed, seemingly still suspicious of Moska’s motives._ “Why’re you even askin’ me that?”
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-13T21:50:58.116+0000) “Don’t call me a ninny! Of course I go to the city regularly to get supplies! But I don’t chatter with strangers,” _Rumble retaliated irascibly, but also deflated gradually with each word spoken._ _He felt caught for being unable to do something as simple as having a casual conversation like that. Unlike Moska before being expelled from Bandle City, Rumble had never been given the chance to develop the sociability that was oh so typical for yordles. A once flourishing plant that withered, compared to one that did never sprout._ _In silence, the runtish tinkerer listened to the old lady talking about herself and her newfound occupation. And somehow, he was happy for her. Which was confusing for him, as he usually only felt such a level of empathy towards his two actually close friends. Probably by now, only one friend even._ “Sounds like the perfect job for ya. For the sake of yer neighbors, I hope yah found a way to leave out that liquid fire in yer tinctures tho,” _Rumble quipped and gave Moska a toothy smirk, then made his way to the couch to sit down next to her._ “The Crystal Rabbit, eh? Easy enough to remember. I’ll be sure to come by and take a look at yer shop, after I got some things sorted out here. Oh, and… thanks for the discount offer. Sure as heck won't pass on that!” _Rumble tried to maintain a relaxed conversation, however, he was already running short on topics. If Moska had expected a base level of hospitality from the anti-social yordle, like getting offered food or a drink, she would be left disappointed once again. Absently, he tapped the tips of his fingers against eachother, until he suddenly came up with something._ “So… how’s yer human foster-son doin’?”
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-06T22:46:37.437+0000) > _Moska couldn't stop smiling at the blue youngling's positive but awkward reaction to the new shirt. It was just too adorable._ _Rumble then asked if that was the only reason Moska came to visit._ "Of course not! Ye think I wouldn't check on ye after all ye been through? How've ye been keeping lately?" _she asked, her face becoming serious as she leaned forward with an arm on the table._ _She wasn't going to let the anti-social yordle skip out on a harmless bit of conversation. Not this time._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-09T22:17:00.282+0000) > _Rumble paused folding his new shirt for a moment when Moska started to make small talk, catching the socially deprived yordle off guard. Awkwardly, he tried to finish his job before he replied, but the result was rather disorderly. He never cared that much about neatness, at least with things that are meant to be used rather than presented._ “Check on me? That sounds as if I’d be ill or somethin’,” _Rumble replied and finally gave up on the shirt, ultimately cramming it into a small cabinet._ _He turned back to Moska and felt a little taken aback by her suddenly so serious face. What did she have in mind to come here and ask those inconsequential questions? Frowning, the mechanic folded his arms._ “I’m workin’, obviously. Either creatin’ my own inventions, or fixin’ other people’s stuff for some coin. Which barely lets me make a livin’, by the way.” _Preparing for the following sentence, Rumble’s eyes narrowed, seemingly still suspicious of Moska’s motives._ “Why’re you even askin’ me that?”
: There are many champions possible for these picks, agreed. Honestly, since I am mostly a Piltover/Zaun nerd, I had a hard time coming up club members except for the engineer club. ^^ Who do you think would be good picks for the clubs? Maybe I overlooked some pretty great candidates here. ___________________ I am not entirely sure if these crests are related to the skins itself (it would actually be really cool if that is the case) or is just there for some mechanic in the event, like as mission indicators for example or maybe kinda a similar mechanic like in Odyssey in which you can give your champions upgrades after unlocking these badges? Either way, I am excited to find out what is behind all this.
> [{quoted}](name=SatomiKun,realm=EUW,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=EE77feB2,comment-id=00000000,timestamp=2019-03-09T21:26:56.181+0000) > > Honestly, since I am mostly a Piltover/Zaun nerd, I had a hard time coming up club members except for the engineer club. ^^ > > Who do you think would be good picks for the clubs? Maybe I overlooked some pretty great candidates here. Say hello to your engineering teacher!
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-20T22:48:54.435+0000) > _Moska opened the grey bag in front of her, then pulled out a neatly folded, reddish brown t-shirt. She stood up and unfolded it. It looked similar to what Rumble wore, but the slightly metallic decorations were different. A zipper went down the middle, which could be pulled with a shiny circular tag engraved with a spiral. Something for when it gets too hot._ "T'was the closest I could find to yer old one, but I hope it fits ye." _Moska said with a toothy smile, placing it on the coffee table._ _She didn't tell Rumble that the shirt was meant for yordle children, but it was the only one that didn't look like it would bury the little guy._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-04T13:47:01.308+0000) _One of Rumble’s ears twitched in excitement when Moska grabbed into her bag, an unwitting motion of the inventor’s exuberant curiosity. And when the old yordle lady unfolded the shirt, a sudden feeling of warmth started to emerge in his stomach._ _Rumble shifted from one leg to the other, unsure how to react. Moska’s friendliness and courtesy made him feel somewhat uncomfortable._ _He took the shirt carefully, almost as if he could damage it if he was too rough, and turned it around in front of him. It looked nice, and the zipper would surely show to be useful, too. He didn’t consider the probability of it being meant for kids. It was hard enough for him to get fitting clothes to not be nitpicky about that anyway!_ “A replacement for my torn shirt?” _Rumble asked brusquely, which surprised himself. He held the cloth against his body to estimate if it would fit him and quickly shifted into a softer tone._ “I-I mean, it looks nice! Size seems good too… I’m surprised yah got it right.” _The mechanic shot a smile at Moska while he folded the shirt again. If she expected him to try it on right away, she would be disappointed. Even though she knew about his bandages, he had no intention to suddenly become more open or relaxed about the injury they were hiding._ “I stitched the old one a couple o’ days later… but I appreciate this. Didn’t expect it, gotta admit! But… yah didn’t come all the way here to deliver this shirt, did ya?”
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-14T00:55:48.560+0000) > _When Rumble spoke, Moska was reminded of when her son Miles persistently warned her not to touch his things. His room wasn't going to tidy itself! Ah... she really needs to stop thinking about the past. Being in Bandle City wasn't making this easy._ _The workshop lights came on, revealing the dense floating dust in the air. Rumble waved her to come inside through the large garage door, so she did after a bit of hesitation. The dark room contained a pile of boxes, scrap parts, cobwebs, and Rumble's clunky mech in the corner. This place was so dirty and uninviting. If she got too much dust or anything else on her fur, she couldn't hide it like most yordles could. That was the downside of having white fur. Many yordles found that attractive, but it was also a nightmare to keep spotlessly clean at all times._ _After walking and waiting for so long in the not-so-warm junkyard, Moska scanned the area for a toilet. There were none in sight._ "Rumble? Would ye kindly point me to the toilet please?" _she asked, annoyed that she even had to ask._ _Eventually the rabbit yordle would find the toilet after hopping frantically through the living room. Opening the door, she spun inside and slammed it shut._ _Just as she had expected... the place was gross. Some cardboard tubes lay scattered in the corner, empty of tissue paper. Several thin blue hairs were seen in random places, along with dust that had been glued to the wet parts of the sink, giving it an overall grey look. All it takes is one hard tissue wipe to remove that. **One**._ _Once the elegant yordle was finished with everything, she decided to clean some of the sink before leaving the bathroom._ "Come here to me. Ye really need to clean yer stuff and put things in the bin. Can't bring a nice lass in here until ye start doing that." _Moska said, wagging a finger at the young mechanic._ _She would then spot the large table in the living room. Seeing the couch as she entered, she decided to sit there instead. It was nice to finally get some comfort again... **SNAP!**_ _A small spring that popped out from the corner of the seat made her jump with a little high yelp. Looking around she saw that there were a few small rips with fluff and springs around the couch. And of course, strands of blue fur._ _Moska let out a small sigh, placing her bag in front of her. She looked at Rumble to make sure he was there, so that she could show him what she had brought._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-18T22:49:23.309+0000) _Rumble was used to the dust, the stale air, the smell of oil and rusty metal. He definitely preferred it to the sometimes more, sometimes less strong stench outside, especially on hot summer days when the mountains of trash seemed to fester._ _As for the cleanliness of his home... well, he wasn't actually a dirty yordle. He was just... very busy! Besides, he was single and lived alone out here, so he didn't see the importance of having a flawless bathroom at all times. Now, however, as his guest had to go to the localities, he could not suppress a certain feeling of embarrassment when Moska asked for the way to the toilet. What should he do, deny her access?_ "Y-yeah, sure... through the door, then to the right. Follow me..." _He first led her through the connecting door on the right wall to his "apartment", but it was amazingly difficult to guide the hyperactively fidgeting rabbit yordle in the right direction! After several attempts and finger pointing she finally disappeared and slammed the door shut. Rumble sighed, strained as he dropped onto one of the safe places on the couch. Only to be driven up again by Moska a moment later to receive a lesson about cleanliness, which, as usual, quickly drove the blue-furred mechanic into defence._ "Could you **please** stop doin’ that?!" _he replied and rolled his eyes,_ "I clean here regularly! So... every few weeks... a-also that's probably the least pressin' problem! Yah do remember I’m livin’ on a junkyard, don't ya?" _Rumble huffed angrily, but mere seconds later the old lady managed to sit down on one of the rather uncomfortably protruding springs, which made her yelp in pain and surprise. And thus, as far as he was concerned, a just punishment had been carried out in exquisite quickness._ "Ah, hehehe... perhaps I should repair that spot..." _the young yordle remarked, unable to stifle a restrained giggle._ _But he caught himself quickly again and put on a more serious face. After all, Moska wanted to give him something! With his arms crossed, he stood opposite her, the coffee table, vacant apart from some dust and an empty coffee cup, standing between them._ "Alright, so what brings yah to me?"
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-09T14:48:59.653+0000) > "Ain't it obvious?" _The figure stepped back and turned around to face Rumble's voice, instantly recognising the mohawk as she squinted angrily._ "I removed the cable because ye never answered! Can't shout and knock any louder than this ol' body allows!" _The lady strode towards him as she spoke, sunlight now reflecting on her glasses and hiding her usual friendly eyes. She only stopped walking when she was uncomfortably close to him, leaning slightly forward with her hands on her hips._ "Brought something for ye. I can leave, or ye can be a good wee lad an' let me in."
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-10T20:20:33.155+0000) _Rumble’s mouth went agape when he noticed who was visiting him as the figure turned around to face him. Her words only made him lose his composure even more!_ “YOU?! What- you removed the *cables*?! I was workin’ in there, of course I didn’t hear you!“ _As Moska came closer and closer, she showed one of those stances meant to intimidate the littler yordle. But Rumble had to deal with that so often in his life already -since pretty much **everyone** was towering him-, that it had lost most of its effect. With his hands balled into fists, he stared back at her, but it showed to be impossible to truly meet eyes with that nasty, inconvenient ray of sunlight reflecting in her glasses._ _However, hearing Moska had brought something for him, he visibly eased up, and his ears twitched in curiosity as if they had a will of their own._ “Hrmpf,” _the quick-tempered yordle snorted, still irked, but speaking in a more relaxed tone,_ “If yah mess with my stuff again, yah might lose a hand. In one way or another. Anyway, wait a sec, I needa get this power back on. You stay right here. Don’t touch *anythin’*!” _With that, the mechanic scurried off, leaving Moska standing there for about a minute while he reattached the ripped off cables, at least provisionally. Moska would eventually see the lights inside the garage flickering back on, and then Rumble reappearing from around the corner._ “Come in,” _he would wave Moska to follow him inside through the open garage door._ --- ((Here’s a map of the workshop and Rumble’s living quarter for you to easily navigate and see where things are.)) https://filerepo.net/rp/general/workshop-plan.png
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f00000000,timestamp=2019-01-28T19:26:13.500+0000) > _Moska knocked louder the second time, and growled when she didn't get a response. She couldn't help but wonder how many visitors Rumble may have missed because he was either too busy, didn't notice them or simply didn't want to talk._ _The old yordle decided to walk around the workshop clockwise in search of windows, carefully stepping over sharp pieces of junk randomly scattered on the grass and dirt._ _There was a window on one side of the building, and she would find a rock to stand on, using her tip-toes so that she could peek through it. Why are they so **high**? Everything about the building screamed anti-social._ _Of course, he doesn't clean his windows either. The amount of dirt made it nearly impossible to see anything through it. She thought she saw a slight shimmer of blue... At least Rumble seems to be actually there._ _Moska cleared her throat, then shouted._ "**RUMBLE!**" _Still no response. Rumble's loud metal noises were drowning out her voice. After a failed attempt at knocking the window, she would drop to the ground and walk to the back of the workshop, losing her patience._ _Then she saw the power generator and cables, a thought coming to mind. No. That isn't very nice. Should she just wait it out instead?_ _**No.**_ _Not after walking **so** long only to be **rudely** ignored!_ _Eventually, Rumble would notice everything in his room suddenly flicker out. The lights, the sound, **everything**. Several seconds later, he would hear a **firm** knock on his door._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-31T17:16:07.631+0000) _He was almost done, the metal piece fitted Tristy’s round-shaped structure snugly. Now he only had to-_ _Rumble’s vision turned dark as the lights flickered and went out. In his surprise, the hammer slipped out of the yordle’s hands and was sent flying into a staple of boxes to his right, filled with more or less assorted spare parts, where it disappeared with the disturbing sound of breaking glass and other things._ _Pulling his goggles up onto his forehead, the confused yordle looked around to see what happened, only to realize his workshop seemingly had decided to take an unscheduled break and spontaneously turn powerless. At least, the amount of light able to fight itself through the dusty windows prevented the room from turning absolutely pitch-black._ “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” _Rumble groaned. Interruptions like that were on his scale of enjoyable things just between having to unclog the drain from fur in the middle of a shower, and getting attacked by a bunch of rats while digging through junk._ _Then he heard a knock at the door that made the poor thing shake in its hinges! No way that could be a coincidence! Frowning sharply, Rumble strode to the garage door. It was way closer than having to leave the workshop and go to the main entrance where his “visitor” stood. By pulling a lever, he declutched the electrical opening mechanism from the gate before he, under great strain and a sound very equal to chalk scratching over a blackboard making his skin crawl, pulled up the large metal door as far as his arms could reach._ _Blinded by the sunlight flashing into his eyes, he quickly put the goggles back down. With them and the cloth mask covering the rest of his face, he looked like a little furry bandit._ “Who’s there?” _he growled at the figure he could only see from half behind,_ “What have you done?!”
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f,timestamp=2019-01-19T17:20:25.139+0000) > _Following the directions of the city map in her paws, a white rabbit-like yordle would walk to the edge of Bandle City, through a gate, and into a forest. She wore a modern black and green alchemy coat, her light grey gloves decorated with a few spirals to maintain old tradition. She also carried a large backpack. Things had worked well for her in terms of work, so she was able to buy a few things for herself. She still needed to save money to pay for the treatment of her human servant, though. The last time she had called them, they said that they needed another week. They will probably increase the price too..._ "Good lord... someone really banjaxed this place." _she muttered, passing the vast piles of debris and junk as she approached a lonely building._ _[Moska](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o3fmPI-_7QRNZWb_IelnRXtzO4wn55cHb65OqHED3YQ/edit?usp=sharing) knew that Rumble was probably all alone. He didn't seem like a social yordle when they last met, and she still couldn't get his horrible scar out of her mind. She owed him so much for all the trouble he went through to help her._ _There would be a firm, polite knock on the door of Rumble's workshop._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000f0000,timestamp=2019-01-22T11:06:55.273+0000) “This should do…” _The words, aimed at no one but the speaker himself, were swallowed by the angry hiss of the welding tool in his hands and muffled by a piece of cloth wrapped around his face, protecting his nose and fur from stray sparks. In the majority of times, talking to himself was the only company he had. With skilled eyes, he looked at the fading glow of the first joint fixating the metal plate to Tristy’s hull._ _While soon after he arrived back at his workshop, Rumble had repaired the hole Merlyn caused by ripping away an armor part from his battle suit, he wasn’t happy with how easily the human could damage her. And so he worked on improving his machine’s overall sturdiness without letting her become too top-heavy during the last weeks. Feverishly, as usual, resulting in a considerable deprivation of sleep._ _His ears were still ringing slightly from the forging work last night with which he had shaped the metal to make it fit Tristy’s round form. But just as he lifted his tool to finish the welding, a dull sound mixed itself in and let him pause._ _Did something fall from a shelf? Rumble turned his head and scanned his workshop through the red lenses of his pair of goggles. No, everything seemed pretty unmoving. Maybe some tension in the metal then? With a sigh, Rumble switched to his hammer._ “If this turns out bad, it’ll throw me back at least half a week!” _Outside, Moska would suddenly start to hear the banging of metal against metal through the closed garage door left to the main entrance where she was standing. She would need to find another way to make herself noticeable._ _Upon further inspection of the brick building, she would notice a couple of windows on the left side providing a hazy view inside the workshop through a thick layer of dust. And just around the corner to the back of the house, a power generator was puttering idly, with cables leading inside through a bore in the wall._
: I'm assuming the Demacia event with Sylas' release will lead into the Kayle & Morgana update and round out the Demacian champs. **Demacia:** {{champion:37}} {{champion:236}} {{champion:5}} It was said that the Freljord bios would be updated at the end of Ashe: WARMOTHER's run. **Freljord:** {{champion:113}} {{champion:2}} {{champion:77}} {{champion:201}} {{champion:79}} {{champion:48}} {{champion:106}} {{champion:34}} As you stated, we may receive the Yordle update this year. However, I think there is a possibility Rumble and Corki are moved to Piltover and updated with Heimerdinger as Piltover champs. Similarly Ziggs might be updated whenever they return to Zaun. **Bandle City:** {{champion:42}} {{champion:68}} {{champion:74}} {{champion:115}} {{champion:85}} {{champion:17}} {{champion:18}} {{champion:117}} **** Void lore may come whenever Cho'gath or Kog'maw receive a rework, or they may surprise us with it this year. Noxus and Zaun will likely be returned to in the future. **Void:** {{champion:31}} {{champion:121}} {{champion:96}} {{champion:421}} I'm betting that Alistar's lore will remain focused on his enslavement in Noxus, and not with him being free just yet. **Noxus:** {{champion:69}} {{champion:119}} {{champion:14}} {{champion:91}} {{champion:12}} **Zaun:** {{champion:29}} {{champion:27}} **** These are the ones you need to worry about, see all the others can be placed into a category and potentially updated, these few we're not sure when they will be updated. If I had to say, Bard being a celestial may see an update whenever we return to Targon, and Jax and Zilean, may be updated as Icathian's whenever they do the Void lore. **Runeterra:** {{champion:54}} {{champion:35}} {{champion:9}} {{champion:26}} {{champion:24}} {{champion:432}}
> [{quoted}](name=Wrathof300,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=jRLmPaqi,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2019-01-26T19:06:42.405+0000) > As you stated, we may receive the Yordle update this year. However, I think there is a possibility Rumble and Corki are moved to Piltover and updated with Heimerdinger as Piltover champs. Similarly Ziggs might be updated whenever they return to Zaun. > **Bandle City:** > {{champion:42}} {{champion:68}} {{champion:74}} {{champion:115}} {{champion:85}} {{champion:17}} {{champion:18}} {{champion:117}} I'd rather die than move to Piltover and live among the humans. It would go against **everything** I stand for! No, no, no! Don't do this to me!
: The junkyard workshop (Ask Rumble)
_((Interlude))_ --- _Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick… tock. The clock on the wall above the door seemed to hesitate the more the young yordle looked at it. Sitting at his desk, a palm dug into his cheek, he absently flicked around his pen in the other. The teacher's words were faded out half an hour ago and turned into a mere background noise. While the other students were scribbling down notes, the blue one didn’t bother. He didn’t need to, he was way ahead of them. Maths was easy for him, logical, calculable, reliable._ _Tick. Tock. Another quick check on the clock. It was only a matter of moments now. He was seated on the far left, pretty close to the door. Even if he was sitting in one of the last rows, this would give him a welcome advantage._ _’C’mon… c’mon!’ he internally cheered on the clock like it was a track and field athlete who only needed to jump over a few more hurdles on the race towards the finish line. He hadn’t noticed how quiet everything around him had become in the meantime. Only the teacher seemed to repeat a word over and over again._ “Rumble!” _The stern male voice cut through the room and interrupted the young boy’s distraction as it was considerably raised above normal volume. His head jerked up in faked attentiveness,_ “Yes, Mr. Farthsworn?” “Could you repeat the homework I just gave you?” _Of course he couldn’t. His wide eyes met the middle aged yordle’s in front of the class. A moment of silence passed, and the brows of the light tan, almost yellowish Mr. Farthsworn twitched, seemingly indecisive if they wanted to rise to emphasize his question, or lower to a scolding frown. Rumble’s mouth opened slightly in preparation of giving an answer. Anything. Some muffled snickers could be heard from somewhere behind him._ _Suddenly, the shrill ring of the school bell filled the room. The corners of Rumble’s mouth turned into a brief smirk as he jumped up and grabbed his bag in one fluid motion. Before any of the others could even finish packing up, Rumble already headed for the door._ “Bye, Mr. Farthsworn!” _he said triumphantly as he passed the teacher who was now pinching the bridge of his nose._ _When the door fell shut behind him, at last, school was over for today. The boy wasted no time waiting. As quickly as he could without starting to run, he left the school grounds. It was still quite early, and if he was lucky, he wouldn’t encounter any of the bullies he had to endure all too regularly. Instead, he could look forward to another afternoon rummaging, playing, and tinkering in the junkyard. His only place of solitude, his hideout, his sanctuary._
Kalofinx (EUW)
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: The junkyard workshop (Ask Rumble)
_((Interlude))_ --- _Rumble was alone again in his workshop, tinkering as usual on one of the many inventions he had built by now. Although he was used to being alone, today the solitude got the better of him. Nothing disturbed the absolute silence in the room and the blue Yordle began to turn the same screw over and over again while his mind drifted somewhere else._ _Suddenly he turned his head to his mech which stood motionless on the side of the room, facing him as if it was watching._ “What do yah mean, I’m feelin’ down? Nah, ev’rythin’s alright,” _he began to speak with the inanimate machine, then fell in silence again as if he was receiving an answer._ “It’s… it’s nothin’, just another day workin’. Just like any other day…” _he replied again to a statement only he could hear, albeit his voice became quiet and filled with sadness._ _Rumble sighed and put the small device aside that had kept him busy until now. He couldn’t focus anymore anyway. He cupped his cheeks in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, and looked down to the ground._ “Yea, but… what should I do? It’s not like I’ve got anywhere t’go.” _The mechanic slowly got up from his seat and trotted to the small space which served as both his bedroom and living room, both only used infrequently. He opened a drawer on the only cupboard in the room and pulled out a small metal box, holding it in his hands for a couple of seconds before he carried it to his worn-out couch. He sat down and placed the container on his lap._ _The little yordle carefully opened the lid as if the slightly rusted and dented metal was so brittle it could turn to dust by any sudden movement. He reached inside and grabbed a small stack of old, creased photos. Rumble’s expression changed into a mix of affection and sadness as he looked at them, flicking through one after another. He didn’t recognize a tear rolling down his cheek as he went further through the pictures of a couple of long gone, happier moments._
Moska Nax (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Rumble,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000c000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-10T16:38:34.904+0000) > Thank you for all of the RP that we've had. Crazy that it's already been 2 years since we first met! _They weren't yordles. So it must have been humans. There was no other way to explain Rumble's hatred towards them. To think that the problems of the past still find a way to harm yordles of this generation..._ "Yes... we're finished. Sorry about the shirt." _Moska replied meekly, dropping herself down from the clunky mech._ _The pale alchemist took one final look at the angsty yordle. May as well get these words out in case they don't see each other again._ "Think about what will become of Runeterra if ye start a war with the humans; what may happen to the reputation and existence of yordles as a whole, all because of what a few humans may have done to ye long ago. Just think about it. Goodbye fer now, an' take care." _Moska would walk away in the direction of the city. She felt more nervous for Rumble than she did for herself, an exile returning to Bandle City after all these years. She had the worst case scenarios already in her mind, and was prepared for them._ _Wait... where is Klara? Moska looked around, seeing that the horse was gone. It must have ran away during her drama with Rumble. Moska whistled, but heard no response. Eventually a couple of yordle scouts were seen approaching Moska from the gate._ "Your name, please?" _asked the younger scout._ _Is this about the horse? Should Moska use an alias? No... she'll stick to her real name._ "Moska. Here fer work, an' a place to live." _The scout nodded with a smile._ "Very well. We'll take you in for just a few more questions, then everything should be fine." _Both scouts accompanied her through the gates, and she would see the rest of the city in all its glory. She even spotted the old city hall amongst the new buildings, and a few other structures that had survived all of these years. It felt so surreal, but it was great to be back amongst other yordles once again. Moska would find herself smiling for the entire journey, like a child in a theme park._
> [{quoted}](name=Moska Nax,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qkiOw1EK,comment-id=000c0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-12T17:35:48.334+0000) > It's crazy... the first RP I had here, also the longest, is ending now. It was a great time, and I enjoyed every bit of it. Thank you for the RP, the story, your dedication and time. I hope someday we will meet again! _Rumble scowled at Moska, following her with his eyes as she descended from his battle suit. Moska's brazen inquiry was bad, but how she relented like that now, somehow made him feel even worse. The burn in his side would refuse to lessen for another while now._ _As if their parting wasn’t already unfortunate enough, the old yordle of course couldn’t leave without giving the marked engineer yet another piece of advice. However, her words didn’t leave him unfazed, which was shown by a distinct twitch of his brows._ _Start a war with the humans? That idea has been part of some of Rumble’s darkest dreams ever since he created Tristy. They filled him with a mixture of glee and horror, both sides fighting for dominance as he watched cities burn and crumble, Piltover most of all._ _But apart from those dreams, he was smart enough to know that he would have no chance against the sheer number of humans that existed. Trained armies of thousands, and thousands more who would pick up a weapon to protect themselves. No, the humans still held an iron grip on their supremacy, and as long as he clung to the last bits of sanity, he wouldn’t go on a suicide mission like that._ _However, the fact that Moska seemed to believe he **could** start a war on his own, filled him with pride. Rumble leaned forward and showed Moska one last smile, even if it was a somewhat ironic one._ “There’s not much I’d want more than those longlegs showin' us some respect. But it’s not given to us. We have to take it by bein’ stronger and mightier than they are. I do this for all of us, not because somethin’ happened to me _not so_ long ago.” _With that, Rumble grabbed Tristy’s levers and let the engine roar up as she turned around to face a barely visible path leading along the forest until, after a short distance, would turn into it._ “Bye! If yah need somethin’ built or repaired, yah know where to find me!” _he shouted over the mech's noise._ _The blue yordle revved up his machine and stomped onward, further away from the city and the yordles who mostly deemed him a loner. After a short while, he would disappear between the trees, which would also eventually swallow the noise._ _Rumble was lucky. No one crossed his path on the way to see the shape he, his shirt, and his mech were in. No questions asked, no rumors springing up. When he finally entered the great clearing and saw the iron fence and gates of his junkyard, he let out a silent sigh of relief._ _Home. Stinky, rusty home._ _Rumble quickly unlocked the gates and continued on the path between mountains of junk and scrap towards the building in the middle of the premises. Tristy’s garage, his workshop, and his home, all in one. After parking the battle suit in its designated spot, he slid down to the ground, and without further ado, went through the door to the living space and the small bathroom._ _Half an hour later the yordle lay on his couch, knocked out and asleep, a half-empty bottle of pills standing on the narrow table next to it. He'd take care of repairs and ammunition replenishment later. And making new plans to fight the dangers to his beloved Bandle City that still and relentlessly lurked out there._ _For now however, if he dreamt at all, he would dream of a heroic rescue, and the return of a lost soul to the place where they belong._
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