"Let's get in the fight!"

Indie Private Canon Divergent Rumble from League of Legends. Read rules before following!

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“It doesn’t matter if you started it or if it was in self defense, the only thing that matters is that you’re relatively in one piece.” She stated, placing the bloodied rag back into her belt pouch so she could wash it later in the barracks.

“How about you call me over the next time you get into an arguement with someone bigger than you okay?” She bops Rumble’s shoulder again, trying to cheer her buddy up a bit. “Tell you what; today is pay day so I have a little more money in my pockets then usual. How about we do something about that hmm?” Anything to get Rumble’s mind off of the fight is better than lamenting about it.

“I said I can take care of myself...” He already gave up on proving his point, knowing pretty well that there was no way to change her mind. At least he knew he could count on her... which was kinda sad remembering that he didn’t really have anyone else trustworthy. Well, he did choose to be that kind of yordle, it shouldn’t be surprising. Besides, he liked being alone.

His nose stopped bleeding too, so that’s a plus.

“... I guess I wouldn’t mind something to eat.” As casual as Rumble tried to be while saying it, it wouldn’t take much to figure out he has yet again skipped meals to keep working non-stop.

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It aint the size of the dog in the fight | closed

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son-of-noxus‌: 

Of course he was heard. Just look at those big ears.

Canus didn’t respond immediately, though his eyes remained locked on the Yordle. He had a good idea that given its size it wouldn’t pose too much a threat, though, then again, that machine it was working on… Probably not a good idea to antagonize him. From the tone of voice alone he felt unwelcomed here and, slowly, raised his hands up to show he was unarmed. Not a true fact, considering his skills, but perhaps that would put the little fellow at some sort of ease.

“Peace, friend. I was just passing through when i came upon the sight of you and your machine, and- I have to ask. I’ve never seen one before, but only heard stories. Are you a yordle?”

“Peace? Yeah, right.” He knew enough about humans to doubt that, a derisive snort his only answer to that, wrench still in his grasp; he knew it was unlikely to do any significant amount of damage with his size and strength, but he’d still rather have something he could use. Worst case he was pretty sure -at least he hoped so- that his mech was sturdy enough to handle a fight. If anything it would work as a test.

“Yeah, I’m a yordle, so what? Don’t expect me to do anything for you.” By his sharp tone it was quite clear that he refused to lower his guard anywhere near the human, no matter how much he tried to show himself as non-threatening. Even with how likely it was to get him in trouble, Rumble would still hold his pride as a mechanic and yordle above all else.

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//fear me

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It aint the size of the dog in the fight | closed

Canus had heard rumors of Yordles and their wild magics, crazy contraptions and out-of-this-world bizareness. Yet never in his life did he ever think he’d set sight upon any of it in his lifetime. 

But here he was, having stumbled into this town outskirt filled with scrap metal and junk, face to face with this lumbering, mechanized monstrosity that was easily two to three times his height and the small blue little man who was tinkering away on it.

A step was taken back, Canus feeling caution would be best exersized here what with him not knowing, well, anything about this thing or the scrap iron machine. Yet as he did, a can came into contact with the heel of his boot, clinking and clanging against a pile of old metal. Instinctively Canus froze, shifting his gaze over towards the yordle and his machine slooooooooooooowly.

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Despite the various accidents and malfunctions, working on his mech was usually pretty peaceful and uneventful. Sure, he was alone, but it wasn’t like he minded. Or had anyone that would care enough to miss him- Tristana might, but he figured she would be too busy as the city’s renowned gunner to even find out. That was fine.

... Or at least it would be, if he actually was alone.

His ears twitched, almost instantly turning towards the source of the noise, hands covered in bloody bandages tightening the grip on his wrench. If one paid attention close enough, they might’ve noticed a split second of panic on his expression before it turned into anger. Hatred.

“What do ya want?” Rumble didn’t move from his spot close to the mech, suspicion and distrust coloring his tone. It didn’t take much more to make it clear that he didn’t trust this human. Like hell he would try and get close to make him go away, though.

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Who you callin’ little?

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The mech

His biggest creation so far, Rumble doesn’t hesitate to show how proud he is of his mech at the first chance he has. 

Despite being mostly made of scrap metal and other spare parts he managed to find, he has put all his effort and skills into building her, slowly working towards making her a more functional mech, replacing old and rusty parts with newly forged metal and brainstorming new ideas to improve her- and make her more deadly. 

Whenever he’s stressed, anxious or restless, he can be found silently working on Trist, even if it’s just making adjustments and maintenance. It’s the easiest way for him to calm down and relax, and he often falls asleep in some uncomfortable position on or near his mech.

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Relationships pt. 2

-Tristana:

Rumble very much looks up to and admires Tristana, this being the reason his mech is named after her. While there might be some infatuation there with the story they share, it isn’t a crush. At least not yet. 

He could definitely develop feelings for her, but as of right now in this blog there is no crush on her; it’s not to deny the possibility of a relationship, rather to not limit this blog to that should there be chemistry with another muse that isn’t Tristana. Should there be chemistry with her, the relationship can be totally considered and developed should it go that way.

-Ziggs:

During their childhood, Rumble was on good terms with Ziggs, with him being one of the few yordles who didn’t pick on him for his size and actually liked his work. However, once Ziggs left for Pil.tover and was accepted into the Academy, Rumble felt betrayed and decided to cut ties with him, being more than bitter and hostile should he see him again.

-Heimer.dinger

Rumble absolutely loathes Heimer.dinger. Even without personally knowing him, being told how much of a disappointment compared to ‘one of the most brilliant yorldes’ he was his whole life was already enough to not like the guy, and the humans pretty much torturing him only helped feed his hate. He wouldn’t hesitate to openly show his dislike either.

-Tee.mo

He doesn’t have much of an opinion on Tee.mo, although he does respect the scout to a certain level. Though, since Tee.mo is friends with Tristana, he is more neutral towards him compared to other yordles. 

(Note: I’ve tried to leave what I could as vague as possible to not restrict interactions, I am very open to talk and plot should you not agree with something regarding your muse.

This list only includes yordles Rumble actually knows/has heard of, for obvious reasons some like Kl.ed, Ken.nen and Vei.gar couldn’t be included.)

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She chuckled from Rumble’s reaction; she had seen him like this so many times in their lifetime and yet she could not but laugh every time. Which was a good thing. If she showed dismay or sorrow Rumble might think she was babying him every time she cleaned up his battle wounds. At least that’s how she saw it.

“Yeah yeah I know, you’re a grown man! Men are tough and have to prove to those around them who is the toughest!” She flexed and growled, her own muscles showing. “Did ya show the dude that whooped your ass that you were a tough guy?” She chuckled again, lightly bopping their shoulder with their fist.

“... I hit him in the face with a wrench, does that count?” Rumble might be too small to fight, but he knew damn well how use his tools and certainly wasn’t afraid to show it should it be necessary; he was pretty sure it must have hurt like hell too, he had his fair share of bad experiences with the heavier tools to know. He made a mental note to clean the blood later.

“I-it was in self-defense though! He started it!” With how often it happened and how many times he had to repeat that, it wasn’t hard to believe that he did go looking for fights. Not like he could be blamed when someone decided to go from insults and jokes at his expense to violence- sure, his reactions and short temper might have a part in it, but he at least knew better than to pick a fight with someone he couldn’t beat. It just so happened that everyone he had to deal with could easily kick his ass.

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//anyways imma just. drop some stuff I wrote between matches and go to bed to roll in my salt

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//yikes they just got completely crushed what was that

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//BARON STEAL BARON STEAL BARON STEAL

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//THAT SAVE OH MY GOD IT WAS AMAZING 

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//can they hurry please I need the bathroom

I still don’t really get Fnatic’s picks

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//that first one was brutal wow

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//WHAT’S THAT FOCUS ON THE MID LANE......