She drinks it

Tristana took a sniff of the bottle's rim before giving her lips a small lick. She had been getting a little thirsty during her work. She brought it to her lips and coughed. The liquid burned the moment it hit her tongue. Not in a 'too hot' way but from a sort of spicy rough taste to it, though the aftertaste was something a bit more 'earthy'. Sort of warming on her sore muscles too.

"Good ain't it? Makes your hair stand on end huh?" Mari asked. Her own hair was frazzled up. She snapped and summoned a hair brush from seemingly no where and started to straighten her hair out.

"Yeh...yeah. Not my usual taste but.... Okay just what ARE you?" Tristana asked as her voiced raised a few pitches.

"You're kidding." Mari shot back, dead pan, "You read the book right? I'm an Imp!"

"You look like a Yordle though. I mean you look just me but in a costume. Or maybe a couple costumes. Where'd you come from? Do you have something from Heimerdinger? Did Veigar or Vex do something to you? ....These can't be real."

Tristanta walked over and took a firm grip on the other's horns, pulling hard. This didn't result in the part coming off like she expected, but rather dragged the entire woman along with it. She had to fight to keep standing as she dropped the brush and cried out in shock.

"HEYHEYHEY! No touchy!" she flailed her arms wildly if weakly.

"GAH!" she let go the horn, letting Mari fall a bit before she righted herself upright, "Those are real!" That had felt like real crystal... and bone... somehow. Reminded her a bit of Skarner's Crystals.

"Of COURSE they're real, what did you expect!" Mari said, chest puffed up and a pout on her face, "I'm ALL natural lassie...From the tip of my horns to the bottom of my feet. Tip of tail to the... well," she leaned over just a bit to give Trist a good view of her chest.

"OKAY Okay... just put those away and explain already!" she shot back, hoping the woman wouldn't notice the slight blush on her face. "God she's as big as Poppy...,"

"Alright alright boss." Mari muttered as she walked over to a crate and kicked it over. Sitting down she summoned her brush back to her hand and settled into a cycle of light brushing before taking a sip, having her hair frazzle again, and have to go back to straightening it. She seemed to be enjoying it.

Trist just wheeled her little work chair over so she didn't have to talk across the room. It was still in one piece even after the blast but if there was one thing Rumble was good at, was building things to take a beating. She took a few more sips of her drink, the taste starting to grow on her. When she worked up the.... well not courage maybe will power, to ask something else Mari held up a hand.

"Gonna stop you RIGHT there..." she quickly said, "I gotta call you boss... or mistress, or captain, or whatever you want me to. It's part of the book thing." she thumbed towards the book in question.

"See whoever holds the book first, or long enough, is the owner of the book, and I gotta obey the owner. Magically bound you see." She put her bottle to the side and rotated a hand a little, "Well maybe not 'magically bound' .... look just give me a quick order."

Tristana did so, just a simple order of 'jump'. Mari quickly did so with a smile on her face. A few jumps, a couple big ones, a few bunny hops, even a couple jumping jacks. Trist tried to ignore the added 'bounce' of the figure even though Mari was making sure to put that as a main focus. When she was done she walked back to her crate, taking a long swing from the bottle and wiping off some sweat with her hat.

"Okay so I didn't have anything that said 'You MUST jump' in my head. But I did have a feeling of 'oh it would be rude not to jump if she asked me so why not?' and I started doing it. Now, since you didn't say anything, I just did a couple different jumps and a short amount of time. You could have told me to do like 20 jumps or keep jumping for an hour. Stuff like that. If you really push it you COULD make me do something..., but I'm gonna remember that you **** me."

"Ah... got it. Or at least think I'm kinda getting it. I know a couple people that have something like that." Trist's thoughts turned to several Champions she knew of that had summons, and a few that were rather rebellious at times off the battle field. Or even on it like Keld. "So you gotta list of things you hate doing?"

"It's in the book. Think of my entry as like a dossier, or spy report... or maybe summon profile..., dunno. If you want a quick list, I hate thugs and bandits so don't ask me to help you hold up a bank or farmstead k?" she said giving a wink and a kiss.

"Oh you don't have to worry about that..., but why are you in the book?"

"I was a part of an exploration team; lost ruins, old treasures that sort of thing. And well we found this book that I kinda... fell into it." She gave a sigh as she weakly waved her hand, "Long story but a cave in was involved. Cut off and with the threat of being crushed, I made a choice. Weird though, it was supposed to have an Imp inside it and thought I heard some voices but when I came to inside; no one was around. And was looking like.... not this but close."

"So in exchange for being saved and empowered, or 'impowered', I'm at the mercy of this book and whoever holds it. It's not so bad." She leaned back against the wall, "I got my own place, got all sorts of new tricks and what not. And was able to alter a few things to my liking. Including my cannons."

"You mean your boobs?" Trist bluntly asked with a bit of a glare towards her boobs.

"I meant my guns." she quickly twirled her pistols into her hands before making 'pew' sounds and holstering them, "Though I did decide to have some fun with my own bod. Unlimited power, why not throw a few pounds on it."

"Why not make yourself big then? Like Dragon sized?" she held her hand up high above her head.

"Okay maybe not unlimited power..." She admitted with a weak sigh, "I could make some slight alterations and well, I was pretty petite and small to begin with, and not just in sizes. So being able to get a little bigger in places I was always a little unsure in, well, maybe went a little overboard but I like it. So yeah, "Mari paused for a sip, "It's not so bad. Honestly just been so bored being stuck in there more than anything."

"You can't leave?" Trist said as she moved over to her work chair and moved it closer. She was getting tried of sitting and didn't want to talk across the room.

"Nah. Kinda have, hang on…” she pulled out some rope from somewhere and tied one end around her ankle. She then tossed the other end at the book which disappeared into its open pages with a soft glow. “See. Have a leash on me”

“I can’t go very far, even if you ordered me. Sorry Lass, in the order of things it’s Book, you then me.”

“So can’t go top lane…” Trist grumbled as she looked down.

“What?”

“Nothing nothing just…. Thinking of how you can help me. And like what legal ways you can.” Trist brought a hand to her chin in thought, "I'd rather not make you break rules if you're that bound to them and you aren't a criminal...., NOT that I am one myself just..." the panicked addition made Mari snicker.

“Hehehe, Yeah you don't have that vibe about you. Maybe a little chaotic but not evil. Anyway I’m up for illegal stuff too.” Trist started to say something but was cut off, “I said I won’t help you hurt the little Err normal folk. Like farmers, herders, small merchants and churches. Breaking into a bad guys mansion and kicking his teeth in cause he’s stealing? Hell yeah sign me up.”

"Maybe later; there's a couple heads I can picture needing cracking, like a certain bird brain." Trist thought of time she tossed her sticky bomb onto Swain's beak. That look on his face, priceless. That reminded her...

"So wait you use firearms too I take it or those just for show?"

"These?" Mari motioned towards her rifle and pistols, "Yeah they're real. Heck I got a way of making bullets and powder inside the book. Gotten really good at it; dunno how long I was in the book but I practiced a lot."

"Make your powder you say?" The gears starting to turn in her head.

She moved over to her work station and started pulling stuff out of drawers, throwing them on the table one at a time. Curious, Mari got up and walked over, looking over Trist's shoulder. It was a bunch of pieces of scrap, a few wires, different bottles of powder and a couple other bits and bobs she didn't recognize. Trist turned around and had a bit of a grin on her face.

"I was working on this before you showed up. I put to much in and well..." She gestured around the room, "You can kinda see what happened. SO you good with Explosives too?"

It was clear that Trist thought she could use Mari and her possibly magic or strange powder to solve her own explosive issues. Mari for her part also started turning gears in her head. This owner seemed interesting, and she was a bit of an inventor; not that much but enough to make little knick knacks. There were a few ways she could play this out.