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[H1][color=39b54a]Teemo![/color][/H1]
Location: The Under - Ash Lake
Words Written: 512
XP Gained: 1
Mentions: Kamek and the Koopa Troop [@DracoLunaris], Primrose [@Yankee], Rubick [@Scarifar]

Powers Used: None
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Teemo nodded his head as alternate paths that didn't take the group through water were discussed. It wasn't really surprising they did not want to go for a swim either. While some of them did in fact have shells, he suspected they would not be able to swim like a turtle at all. Watching the antics of the Koopa-Troop Teemo simultaneously found himself both dumbfounded and also gradually realizing just what sort of a place this was both in the absolute sense and in the abstract. 

As the mechanics of the World of Light began to be demonstrated to him, he perked up somewhat. This was not too dissimilar to how itemization worked in the summoner's rift. He reckoned he'd be adapting to it all pretty darn quick. "No, they didn't show me." he replied to Primrose. "But it makes sense. Kind of." Turning his head then to Rubick who demonstrated his own take upon this, Teemo thought he had sufficient demonstration.

"Alright, alright, I got it!" he announced proudly. Like a soldier on parade he held his blowpipe in reversed arms and marched over to a pretty if noneetheless mundane piece of coral on the shore. With a kick of a tiny foot the coral was sent airborne and then caught by a gloved hand. Inspecting it Teemo then shouted a triumphant "Hyah!" as he smashed it over his knee. For a brief moment he stayed in his tableau of pride, only to open a single eye after he got a suspicion that nothing really happened. "Hmmm. Oh, I see now!" the yordle exclaimed, now running to what looked like the spine of some long dead megalodon. He stumbled a bit under the weight as he picked it up, his balance heaving him here and there a few times until he finally caught his footing. Again a proud shout emanated as he planted the spine down into the sand like a flag once more expecting some grand effect to be produced. This time he opened both eyes right away, his poncho clad shoulders sagging a little. "Oh." he mumbled with a disappointment, kicking a rock lamely in his frustration as he returned to the party. 

"Didn't want any stuff anyway." he finished, following the party silently for the moment. He simply held close to the rest of the gang, until the horned fellow was spotted. In Teemo's personal experience, the guys with horns were the bad ones, and thus he preemptively dove for cover behind the nearest wall and prepared to fire until a friendly [i]Howdy[/i] was heard. As quickly as Teemo prepared for violence he emerged from it to politely introduce himself. "Captain Teemo." he stated, before continuing with his selection of tea. "Honeysuckle, if you ain't got black. I'd love some of this ash gorse stuff, if you got spare. Even if I can't drink it, maybe it'll give some nasty a real stomach ache if you catch my drift. Oh, any snacks while you're at it? Shrooms are tastty, but can't form a diet just on them."