Heey!

oo tired to focus and look at what he had actually done, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the damage he made while being held in Rumble’s arms, the Orange-furred yordle was fairly light for his size, albeit he didn’t actually eat much.

“I... Urgh.” Rumble groaned and set Gnar down, picking up his essay, thankfully it could still be salvaged, give or take a few hours. “Sorry for that outburst, Gnar.” Rumble grumbled and tidied up the mess.

Closed RP || Rumble - Gnar

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His eyes heavy, his table littered with coffee cups and at four in the morning, Rumble sat, putting the last word on his essay. “Finally.” he grumbled and got up, the seven, or was it nine, cups of coffee later taking its effect on his bowels. He got up to use the bathroom, leaving his room unattended.

Gnar was half asleep on his side of the dorm room, once Rumble left the room he got up, rubbing his eyes. Still too tired to actually focus on what he was doing, Gnar hopped up onto the table where Rumble’s essay was carefully placed and started to stretch like a cat, pulling away at anything on the table with his claws.

#someone's mad :^)#rp #closed rp #ic #gnarlyygnar

After washing his hands, Rumble washed his face, then went to the Fridge and grabbed something to eat. He returned to his room, but when he did, the sight he saw made Shyvana’s fury look tame. “GNAR.” He screamed, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” He dropped his food and ran towards the prehistoric Yordle grabbing him and examining the damage.

Closed RP || Rumble - Gnar

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His eyes heavy, his table littered with coffee cups and at four in the morning, Rumble sat, putting the last word on his essay. “Finally.” he grumbled and got up, the seven, or was it nine, cups of coffee later taking its effect on his bowels. He got up to use the bathroom, leaving his room unattended.

#closed rp #ic

Smile.

Barely past midnight, a silence fell upon the second dormitory. Everyone inside was either asleep, falling asleep or simply not in their rooms; not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.

Faintly, the sound of muffled moans and groans of pain could be heard a few doors down from Rumble’s room. After what felt like hours of the low, drawn-out hisses of pain, they finally ended with an abrupt shriek. The sound of heavy breathing and whimpering could be heard trailing down the second dorm’s hallway, past Rumble and round the corner toward the exit.

He let go of the yordle with another little sigh. “Yes, you understand, I’m sure.” He nodded along slowly before he turned back to his makeshift kitchen. He flicked on the kettle as he made himself a little coffee, adding a drop of a blue-grey liquid. “I have nightmares sometimes, you see.. Which is why you heard me before. Memories coming back. Not good ones. Never good ones…”

#wow im so sorry #im like busy with school too lmao

“Of course I understand, Twitch.” He smiled warmly. “I still have nightmares about my experiences and past, too. They’re never going to just vanish one day.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Hardly sleep nowdays anyway. Insomniac right here.”

“If you smell it, you come see, hm?” He nodded slowly as he hoisted himself up onto the counter, coiling his tail around his leg. “It’s a little hobby, yes; been cooking for a very long time. But cooking varied from poisons to meals then. Now mostly the latter. The former depends on your definition of a poison, oh yes.” He nodded slowly, nodding toward his deep fryer. Something considered unholy by anyone trying to maintain a shape other than spherical.

“The deep fryer. I used that all the time when I made pies. I don’t any more because everything’s so weird here but whatever.” He shrugged. “But yes, I’ll poke my nose in if I smell something nice! I do like to chow after all.” He laughed to himself and cleared his throat. “Would you mind if I bought you some food and recipes from time to time, too? I have a few my grandma used to cook for me and sometimes I’ll cook something for Gnar and I. Haha.”

Twitch watched Rumble closely, his smile growing more and more. For once, it wasnt a malicious, insane grin from him sharing his filthy delights with his enemies. It was a grin of pride and a sense of accomplishment. He leaned back against the kitchen counter with a soft huff, finally taking a rest. He had been up since before sunrise to prepare all of this. You catch more yordles with honey (and bacon) than you do with vinegar, as the saying goes. If he couldnt share his filthy delights, then perhaps he could share a little side-project of his.

Rumble finished the plate and rubbed his stomach. “That was really good, Twitch. I wasn’t aware you were quite the culinary type.” He saw the rat’s grin and smiled back. “I’d be happy to, uh, help out if you need it at all.”

Smile.

Barely past midnight, a silence fell upon the second dormitory. Everyone inside was either asleep, falling asleep or simply not in their rooms; not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.

Faintly, the sound of muffled moans and groans of pain could be heard a few doors down from Rumble’s room. After what felt like hours of the low, drawn-out hisses of pain, they finally ended with an abrupt shriek. The sound of heavy breathing and whimpering could be heard trailing down the second dorm’s hallway, past Rumble and round the corner toward the exit.

“No, not at all. I was happy as a rat- I’m still happy as a rat, but.. You get what I mean.” He trailed off with a soft, hissy sigh, nervously wringing his hands by his front. He hesitated, slowly shuffling forward to give Rumble a meek little hug. “I.. Thank you?” He muttered quietly, glancing down at Rumble, his expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. It had been a very long time since someone was so touchy-feely with him.

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Rumble thought for a moment, hoping the hug was the right thing to do in that situation. He wasn’t really sure if it helped or not but he let go and sat back down. “I can somewhat relate, I think. When I was growing up in Bandle, I was always labelled as an outcast, a reject, just because I wanted to stand up for yordle-kind.” He shook his head. “Rough times. Rough times.”

"Yo, Olaf, bro! You in?" The blue one calls out to the seemingly empty party shop, two cans of 'Graggy Ice' in his hands.

Shuffling could be heard from behind the counter as the beerbarian came to a stand, looking at Rumble. “Yeah, man, can I help ya?” he asks out of habit and only notices the cans after getting a good look. “Duuuuuude.” He grins.

“Broo, so I was thinkin’” he started, tossing a can to Olaf. “We should seriously think about throwing like, the biggest babe-filled party this academy has ever seen. Surely we aren’t the only things alive here in Autumnhill, so other people have to come. Like, I can probably do a few string pulling and get some funds.” He said, popping open the can.

[Open RP] Learning English

Gnar looked over to Rumble and walked over to him. If anyone could teach Gnar english, it would most likely be another Yordle, at least they were related in some way or another. The Orange yordle looked around for a second then pointed to a student walking by, the student was holding a book that had the word “English” on it, Gnar seemed fairly eager when he looked at the book.

“Oh, I get it. You want to learn how to read and speak like us normal Yordles right? He smirked. “Kidding, kidding. Don’t throw you boomerang at me.” He chuckled. “Sure, I guess I can. We’d need to head on over to the Autumnhill Library. ‘Cuz we’re going to have to start you off small.” He set down his book and folded his arms, then stood up. “Come on then.”

[Open RP] Learning English

Gnar never took any classes at the academy, and there was one obvious reason why - he doesn’t understand English at all! - Gnar can’t be expected to learn stuff when he can’t even understand the language it’s being taught in. With that in mind, Gnar set out to learn English once and for all, but obviously, he was going to need some help.

Rumble noticed the orange one looking at him as he sat reading a book. He eyed him for a second, then went back to reading, but something nipped at his mind. What was Gnar doing? He thought to himself, he peered over his book again and back towards the Yordle. “You aight buddy?” He called over, wondering if Gnar needed help with something.

“Good.” A sly smirk crossed his face as he drew a few plates from the drawers under his kitchen, laying them along the counter to his left. He filled each plate with a combination of conventional and strange breakfast foods - eggs, bacon, toast, french toast, aromatic grilled onions, a few links of a strangely coloured sausage and a number of different sauces. Piling each plate up along his body from his hands to his shoulders, he haphazardly paced toward Rumble, setting each plate down in front of the yordle. “An experiment, oh yes. Try them, mix them, taste them. Tell me how they taste - I may need them for my class.” He nodded happily, eagerly clapping his hands together. “Oh, and I have some more little additions if you’re feeling particularly adventurous, mhm.”

#SCHOOL'S BEEN KEEPING ME BUSY #SORRY #IM BACK NOW #ic #rumbl-e #twitchysneakymousey

Rumble looked at the pile of food placed before him, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together. “I’ll give it a go.” He chuckled, grabbing the fork and stabbing a sausage, cutting it up into sections, he mixed it together with some of the onion, next he pierced an egg, letting the yolk ooze out, he swiftly put it over the top of his little mixture, allowing the yolk to seep into the onion and sausage. He swallowed, knowing how hungry he was, the Yordle not eating since lunch the previous day, he greedily shoved food into his mouth, adoring the flavors.

Zac was walking through the halls of the school, trying to learn the layout before his class started, wanting to be as helpful to his students as possible if they had any questions whatsoever. He was so distracted as he walked his bumped into something that was knee height and really furry. Zac looked down to see he had bumped into Rumble "Oh hey there little buddy I didn't see you, guess I just used to you being my height with your machine. " He said with a chuckle.

“Little?” The Yordle scowled at the goo creature. “Don’t call me little.” His eyes trailed down. “My Mach-- Tristy, was destroyed before I woke up here.” He said, looking up at Zac. “Please don’t mention her. I don’t feel comfortable talking about it right now.” Rumble frowned. “Anyway, what’s up Zaccy-boy?” His usual energetic self returned to him in an instant.

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Open RP :33

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Syndra heard the commotion, and stood up, floating over to him. She might have been talking trash about Rumble, but she thought he was a decent guy. She noticed he’d twisted his ankle, but she extends a hand down to him. “Rumble, are you okay?” She asked. “That was a pretty brutal twist of the ankle.”

“I-I’ll be fine.” He winced and tried to get up, but putting pressure on his ankle only worsened the pain. “On second thought.. Maybe not.” He grunted and took her outstretched hand, his ankle throbbing.

Smile.

Barely past midnight, a silence fell upon the second dormitory. Everyone inside was either asleep, falling asleep or simply not in their rooms; not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.

Faintly, the sound of muffled moans and groans of pain could be heard a few doors down from Rumble’s room. After what felt like hours of the low, drawn-out hisses of pain, they finally ended with an abrupt shriek. The sound of heavy breathing and whimpering could be heard trailing down the second dorm’s hallway, past Rumble and round the corner toward the exit.

“Well..” He grumbled, covering his face with his hands as he gave a hissy groan. “Okay. You could probably figure that I am not a normal rat. Normal rats are tinytinytiny. I am not.” He shook his head slowly. “Experiments. Experimentors, scientists, scientists, things they did to me in Zuan to get me from this,” He paused, holding his hands a few inches apart. “to this,” He gestured to himself. “are painfully memorable. Insomnia is not my problem; Zuan is. Zuan, and what it made me. How it made me. I am me and I am happy with me. But I am not happy with how me became me.” He continued o on. His sentences slowly lost sense as he babbled on, the shock from yet another abrupt awakening from a profoundly unsettling memory starting to affect him a little more. He just needed a moment to rest, and to collect himself and his thoughts.

#rumble is a bit awkies at times #sorry lmao

“That sounds rough.” He folded his arms and nodded as twitch babbled, still listening closely to what he had to say. “So you’re hating the way you were created but not happy with HOW you were created, that’s completely reasonable.” Rumble nodded more and stood up, then walking to Twitches side. “Not entirely sure if this is the appropriate time or not, but I heard ‘hugging it out’ sometimes helps.” He outstretched his arms and offered an embrace to the rat in hopes to comfort him somewhat.

“Well, it’s a skeleton, yes? Skeletons are spooky. Homely for the Shadow Isles, perhaps.” He laughed to himself as he stood back up, returning to his kitchen. “Hm.. Overcooked, but just by that much.. Adds character.” He muttered to himself as he stirred his sauces, glancing over some of the breakfast foods he had cooked up that morning. His tail flicked and curled at the tip before he glanced back over his shoulder to Rumble. “Hungry, mhm?”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right! Hahaha.” Rumble chuckled, his stomach growling at the aroma of the rat’s food. “A bit peckish, yes.” He said, breathing in the scent of whatever-it-was Twitch was brewing.

Oh, I can pass a message, dont you worry. It takes a sneak to find a sneak.” He snickered to himself before he pushed the door open, gesturing for Rumble to come inside. “Breakfast, practice for my class, and something to keep me from getting too bored in...

“"Spooky?” Rumble tilted his head, “I was going for more ‘homely’ or ‘inviting’ but spooky works too.” He laughed.

“"As for me, I miss Bandle City. Not really the league itself, but home yes.”

Smile.

Barely past midnight, a silence fell upon the second dormitory. Everyone inside was either asleep, falling asleep or simply not in their rooms; not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.

Faintly, the sound of muffled moans and groans of pain could be heard a few doors down from Rumble’s room. After what felt like hours of the low, drawn-out hisses of pain, they finally ended with an abrupt shriek. The sound of heavy breathing and whimpering could be heard trailing down the second dorm’s hallway, past Rumble and round the corner toward the exit.

He gave a quiet, frustrated huff as he pushed past the yordle, opening the door to his den. “Short answer, no. Long answer, come inside and waste your night listening to a rat shout about Zuan.” He muttered, his weak voice dripping with hatred for something about his homeland.

Having talked to people aboutnhismpast problems, Rumble felt it was necessary to do the same. He accepted the mouses invitation and followed him inside.

“You are a scientist by some stretch of the imagination, yes?” He glanced back over his shoulder at Rumble, tilting his head. He flicked the light switch on as he passed, taking a seat by his clutter-filled table. The light on his face showed dark bags hanging under his eyes - this cant have been the first sleepless night he’s had.