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[H1][color=39b54a]Teemo![/color][/H1]
Location: The Under - Ash Lake || The Soul Sanctum
Words Written: 1100
XP Gained: 2
Current XP: 7/10
Mentions: Kamek and the Koopa Troop [@DracoLunaris], The Octopath Travellers [@Yankee], Rubick [@Scarifar]

Powers Used: Guerilla Warfare
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As the group collected itself, Teemo looked at the green pipe with some suspicion. "After you." He'd mumble to nobody in particular. The intent with it was clear to him, but its not like he was going to trust it right off the bat. He'd gone through similar things on the summoner's rift, but similar wasn't the same. Still, one by the party descended down it and eventually with an exasperated sigh he stood on the precipice over the tube's black abyss that seemed to be so much closer than that of any other bottomless pit. Still standing on the green edge, he turned and with a salute announced: "Bombs away!" before with a slight twist of his heels fell backwards and head first into the hole. Much to his personal annoyance, the physics defying nature ensured that rather than a graceful downwards glide his bulbous form simply spun through the void until he came out the other end.

When coming out the other end, the plunge into water was certainly unpleasant. While he could stomach getting his fur so thoroughly soaked, Teemo wasn't lying when he commented on his nautical skills before. Briefly bobbing up and down out of the water in a vain effort to keep his head above it and not drown, he knew cries for help would probably take a while to materialize any support. Thus it was that he took a little yordlish magic to blow into his pipe so that his breath coming out of it would propel him through the water like a jet stream. He wasn't anything resembling a caster, but all yorldes could do a little bit of magic and he could muster enough to not die here like a toddler left alone in a pool. 

He did eventually make his way out, and in this new city he did find some solace. It was civilization experienced for the first time since Teemo had been forced into this world. Unfortunately, he had little in the way of money to spend herein. Still, he passed the time until the party once more rendezvous'd by going aroudn any shops with books and going through them as stealthily as he could to read the contents of whatever histories he could find without a shopkeep shooing him out at broom-point; a serious threat for any bookish yordle. Snacks were found in small bits of vermin that to Teemo were just delectable morsels, particularly when contrasted with stuff like dead worms he might have had to eat in the wilds on missions. Though the nature of his new life still confused the ancient furball, the many books his eyes touched at least gave him a better idea of what to be confused about. Progress! His ignorance was given direction, rather than being outright ignorance. Topped with Browser's impromptu if quite painful lesson, he felt eventually he'd really get the hang of it all and be a great hero of this place. Maybe, just maybe, he could even make his way home after all this. His cold heart was loathe to admit it, but he was feeling home sick. It was one thing to be hundreds of kilometres from bandle city. It was another in entirety to be not just in another universe, but in this place that was both a jail and a crossroads of universes. Truth be told, the fact this place broke a fourth wall didn't make Teemo feel any better as he slowly came to understand it. He wondered if somehow he would manage to make it back home, if things could in any way return to normalcy with all his knowledge and experiences received in the world of light. Probably not he reckoned. But a bunch of old guys (at least, for humans) with really big beards that did a lot of meditation told him change could be good. Besides, normal was always changing. He'd be alright the Captain told himself, even if a feeling gnawed at the back of his mind that he was just assuring himself now that he felt uncertain for the first time in his existence.

At last reunited with his new friends, their assembly as a party lead Teemo to encounter a lady that having petted him on the head crossed what was taboo for many yordles. Still, not exactly being in a position of privilege Teemo decided not rage like Kled or one of his other hyper-violent cousins might have. Instead he simply frowned deeply, and then even deeper when he was disappointed in his furry face failing to provide a truly negative expression. "Captain Teemo." he grumbled, introducing himself as curtly as he could. 

With Nadia taking the lead, Teemo found that this place couldn't stop fascinating. While the personalities were all modulations on some sort of multiversal archetype he had already encountered in his home-setting, the vistas were truly something new. Even when crusty, musty and dusty they were still quite interesting (admittedly thanks in no small part to their visual styles being completely different to anything he had experienced before). 

As Nadia lead them inside of the building, Teemo remarked "Fuck, I think that's bad guy music!" the first word bleeping itself out just like any other swear from the yordle before the syllable was finished. As they went inside, Teemo wasn't exactly happy with the first wave of enemies they got. They were small and ethereal making them difficult targets for marksmanship while Teemo's darts were not infinite. Or were they? Well, it didn't matter. These things weren't threatening enough to shoot and while a quite poor combatant in melee, he was confident enough in his companions that he simply bonked the little wisps on the face with his blowpipe when they got too close. 

As they engage the patients, Teemo started to find himself getting annoyed at the puns. But, it also wasn't the time to start sorting out relations. Anyway, these new enemies were at last worthy of shooting. Thus he loaded of his blowpipe and aiming at their malformed heads let loose the projectiles. Much like Nadia he ran when he couldn't kill them on time. Unlike her however, he had the luxury that if his kiting brought him to a dead end where he couldn't escape them he could simply stand still and turn invisible to get rid of the aggro. It was in one such stealthy moment he witnessed the interaction with the horrible dog-like think to his astoundment, and in his invisibility he turned to watch the proceedings with fascination wondering what would come of it.