C'Mon You Let's Dance!

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Before Lulu could ram her balance defying, scale-tipping jaw into the cupcake, Akali harshly grabbed her by her wrist and yanked the cupcake away from Lulu’s face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing there? You just created a lot of something out of not-that-much of it! Do you have any idea how this messes with the balance of the world? Have you never heard of equivalence in magic appliances?”

The fairy fluttered to the desk and flipped open a large white binder. A few moments later, the correct page was found. A series of jingling noises answered her question before the binder was shut.

“Blue? Are you sure? She doesn’t seem to know anything.”

Another bell-like sound.

“Oh. Oh, right! Twister! Hmmmm maybe I should use a different game to grade next time… Oh well.” 

Not truly needing her staff, especially for well-practiced spells, it took no effort at all to mutter a, “transmogulate,” and watch the yordle-girl turn into a wide-eyed, mute, bouncing cupcake.

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“I don’t need paint to do that! Thoooough that does sound kind of fun. Hmmm, do you think the finger kind would be best? Or brushes? Or… oh! Sponges! Should they be rainbows? Or polka dots? Argyle? Aaah! So many ideas!”

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Bingi laughed again as he scratched his head.” Well i’m sure any idea is a good idea i mean not like anything could go wrong am i right?” A small shiver went down Bingi’s spine but he ignored it as he thought about all of lulus suggestions.” Well we could do rainbow argyle polka dots? and use all the tools? i mean that sounds like the ultimate answer to the question right?”

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“If he does I’m leaving him in the Kumungu jungle to get eaten,” Teemo warned in a weary voice, only half jokingly. He threw the remains of his bowl into the trash and dropped down into a chair with a tired sigh.

Somebody screamed. It wasn’t the kind of scream a person might make when startled, or even if they were genuinely terrified. Teemo was familiar with the sound and he knew that it was the scream of someone dying.

He looked at the room around him. It was plain, with grey peeling wallpaper and big splotches of water damage on the ceiling and running down the walls. There was a round threadbare rug and an equally decrepit and threadbare chair in the room with him. Some little unpainted wooden blocks of various shapes and sizes spread across the floor. Teemo glanced at them disinterestedly and then wandered off in the direction of where the scream had come from.

It was in the bathroom that he found the source of the sound. The bathtub was full of water, which seemed to have spilled over and drenched the cracked tile floor. A broken mirror hung crookedly on the wall by the sink, its glass strewn across the floor in glittering jagged shards and accompanying the bath water’s swirls of scarlet that diluted into pink in the far reaches of the room. 

This red staining was caused, oddly enough, by a massive and slowly widening pool of blood, which bubbled from the slashed throat of a yordle woman who lay face down on the floor.

Teemo put his hands in his pockets and stepped over her leg, coming to stand next to the small child who sat by her side silently. He was completely drenched in both water and blood and held an especially large piece of the broken mirror clenched in his little hands. It was about the size of a dagger and was obviously cutting into his flesh as he gripped it, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Both Teemo and the little boy watched the woman calmly, as if they were expecting her to move. 

She didn’t. 

“She deserved it…or so I’ve been told,” said the scout with about the same level of feeling as somebody counting to 100 for the fifth or sixth time. The child turned his head slightly to look up at the older version of himself. Teemo looked back at him, but didn’t speak. There was no use speaking to a corpse, not even if it was a moving and breathing little boy.

Teemo sat up suddenly and looked around, realizing that he was in his house, and had been laying sideways on his bed still dressed in his uniform with one of his boots still on. Judging solely on the light, it had been either 4 hours or 28 hours, but he guessed the lower number based on the lack of weird-sleeping-position-induced pain.

“Boy oh boy I sure do love sleeping!” he said blandly to no one in particular. Unless he’d made a mistake in choosing the lower number to guess, it was Thursday morning. As if on cue a loud crash came from his kitchen. That’d be Lulu no doubt, probably doing something in the weirdest or otherwise most inefficient way she could possibly think of. He yawned and located his other boot before wandering out to go see what part of his house she was breaking.

“Hello there!” she greeted him cheerfully just as the animal licked her face. “Do I taste good? Wait, of course I do. I’m purple.” Lulu giggled, lifting the puppy above her head. “Where did you come from, though? I’m not even to Bandle yet. Did you get lost? You shouldn’t do that, people might be looking for you!”

Jumping to her feet in one swift motion, Lulu resumed her trek across the empty field between the forest and the city she once called home. He followed her as she skipped, perfectly content to rely on a stranger to find his way back. “I’m on my way to visit a friend,” she chirped. “Well, sort of. I mean, I’m definitely visiting him. But he still thinks we’re not friends. Which I guess maybe is true. But that doesn’t mean I’m not trying!”

The city walls were close now. Typically at this point she would turn into a squirrel, but Lulu didn’t want to risk confusing the puppy so much that he ran off. With the sun only just rising, she might be able to get away with it though… it wasn’t as if most yordles were actively looking for her anyway. She couldn’t have been that recognizable, right? “This part might get tricky,” she warned the animal. “I may have to make some squirrels to do it… that way I don’t get in trouble.”

Sure enough, two sleepy-looking guards stood at the gate, preventing strangers with mal-intent from wandering into Bandle in the dark of the night. Lulu tried the direct approach. “Hello!”

The guards blinked, processing who exactly was standing before them.

“I’m on my way to visit a friend. Sort of. Can I come in? Oh! And my puppy friend too.”

Looking at each other, one gave the other a light nod, while the other shook their head. The first, seeming confused, peered back at the purple yordle.

“Please?”

“You know very well that you were banished, Miss Lulu,” the disapproving guard spoke.

Here the other scrunched up his forehead and sighed, finally realizing who they were talking to.

“But I’m not here for trouble!” Lulu pouted. “I only want to make a cake!”

“Please turn around before we have to restrain you. It’s either banishment or pris-”

“TRANSMOGULATE!” And just as she had warned her new animal friend might happen, two very purple squirrels had been made.

The dog looked on in confusion, barking a bit at the panicked creatures that scurried away.

It didn’t take much time from there to get to Teemo’s house. Very few yordles were out, and those who recognized her fled rather than make trouble. Lulu didn’t really mind, knowing at the very least that a day of fun awaited her. “Allllmost there,” she whispered as she crept into his yard and stepped up to the living room window. A quick spell later both she and the puppy were in.

Teemo was not around. Not in the living room. Not in the kitchen. Her fingers twitched when she peaked in the office, desiring another attempt at a book bridge but thought better of it with the puppy here. “Maybe his room?” she whispered to her little friend. “Though last time I went in he thought I was a bad guy… oh! Maybe I should just start on a treat! He did say he’d get the ingrediants for me. And if he’s still not up when I’m done, then we’ll wake him, okay?”

The dog gave a little bark, which Lulu shushed. “Now sit quietly and I’ll make some food.”

Right away, Lulu got started. Bowls, cups, flour, eggs, salt and sugar. Anything and everything she could possibly need came down. The puppy ran circles around her, attempting to pull himself up to counter level to gain sight of the desert. “You know, you just need to be patient!” she chided him, giggling all the while. “I can’t make this instantly! Well… not the kind that lasts anyway. And it really should be made out of something that can really go in our tummies and-”