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[fateality]

Well now. This is all hell of a thing -- ALASTAIR, savin' worlds, temporal bugs full of acid an' whatnot -- but I've got a bit of a conundrum.

I'm a man of many skills, but a cobbler? Oh, far from it. And I've a pair of boots that are a bit in need of a rescue. Suppose I could take what I've been generously given by your very fine organization, but these are a bit near an' dear to my heart.

I don't suppose any of you wondrously talented individuals could help me out? I'd be very much obliged.

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[fateality]

[How curious. Twisted Fate chuckles and scratches an ear.] I'm from Runeterra. Making me Runterrean. [From his tone, he's definitely not serious.]

So, a Cybertronian doc, huh? Must be real specialized here. You're one of a kind 'round these parts.

[paintjobs]

[ He is one of a kind, isn't he? It's almost a nice thought. Things sound easier without a load of Cybertronians all tripping over and warring on each other. A smile draws across his face. ]

That's right. [ A little like it's just occurred to him. ] Looks like I won't be having many patients, will I? A nice little vacation.

[fateality]

[Flattery is something he can dispense, when appropriate.

And right now, it certainly seems appropriate.]

So what's on the table for you now? Bein' that you have a specific skillset an' all.

[paintjobs]

[ Well, he'll never say no to a little flattery. ]

Just between you and me, not much. [ He was serious about that nice little vacation, okay. ]