006 — 💥🙉 TELEPATHIC MESSAGING (text) ✦ FAST-FORWARD TO WEEK 3.

[opheliac]

[ who needs words to clarify what you want or say when you can just think up things? and that is exactly what jinx is doing here. her imagination speaks for her by throwing this into the open wide space of the murmur:]

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[didiwin]

[Woah...trippy.]

From the sounds of it, looks like you're the closest thing I've got to a medic here. You got a sense of charity, or do I have to start stockpiling goods for when I take a hit for the team?

[opheliac]

[ perplexity oozes through their murmur connection, but then all the pieces snapped into place. this individual must be a golem, or at least, something like one. and if he was from piltover, she'd probably tell him to take a hike, given her father wants the zaunties to take care of their own and piltover should take care of themselves. but he isn't so... ]

Are you missing any organ parts, Bolts? Whaddya need?

[didiwin]

Nah, not yet. [Miraculously, his head is somehow intact.] Don’t plan on it either, but you never know what can happen, right?

[opheliac]

Oh, believe me, pal, this place eats dopes for breakfast. You're gonna have to find some thicker metal to get through what you're about to face.

[didiwin]

Big talk. Good thing I’m not your average dope.

[opheliac]

Famous last words. Boy, do I love 'em! You got a name? Not that it matters, I'm going to call you "Bolts." Metals is already taken.

[didiwin]

It's Rotorstorm. Just an FYI. Which lucky guy got Metals?

[opheliac]

The great and wonderful Herald. You might run into him, we are but a itty bitty society.