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there she was, throwing around that word. the tone of her voice, accompanied with another word he did not recognize, &&. the fact she was speaking so B A D L Y of mayor goodway... well that just didn’t sit very well with the dalmation. ryder never schooled him on how to react properly to someone with such H O R R I B L E manners. but the need to defend the mayor bit at him until he finally spoke up. “mayor goodway is a G R E AT person! a-and... her parents love her! it’s not very nice to say such mean things about someone you D O N ‘ T know! ryder told me that i-if you’ve got nothing nice to say, then you shouldn’t say anything at all!”

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                                                         where are you trying to go? marshall immediately glanced down to the side as his thoughts wandered back to ryder &&. the other pups. he had no idea W H E R E he was, how far away from home it was, or even H O W to get back to the others. all he knew was that everything around him was much brighter, &&. there was a talking H O R S E with a horn &&. wings, &&. a flowy, sparkly mane. suddenly his cheery attitude evaporated. “i... well you see...” the pup trailed off, uncertain of how to go about telling this majestic creature about his home. “i-i don’t know how i got here, but i’m from a place called adventure bay.” marshall glanced up towards the alicorn, realizing that moping around wasn’t going to get him anywhere. a semi-forced smile appeared as the pup A T T E M P T E D to get excited. he was in a whole new place! he could tell ryder &&. the other pups all about his adventure here! “i’m marshall, by the way. fire &&. medic pup for the PAW Patrol!”

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"wow! good catch!” yes marshall, just play the whole rumble n’ tumble like you meant for it to happen! instinctively, the dalmation leaned in to lick the strangers face, as he O F T E N did whenever someone caught him back in adventure bay. though realizing that he didn’t know this young boy, there was sudden hesitation. what if this kid didn’t L I K E dogs? oh well! tongue collided with cheek, marshall giving a happy bark. besides, it wasn’t like just A N Y B O D Y could successfully catch him after one of his little mishaps. tail wagging, paw throbbing (likely from accidentally spraining it), another bark escaped him. “i’m marshall! what’s your name?”

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“—You’re a TALKING DOG…Of course I am confused! —This CAN’T be true! Alright Leo, this is all a DREAM…..Just….You have to WAKE up…yeah…That’s it”

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"a-and you’re uh...”         the other animal was given a once over from the pup as          he tried to determine what he was exactly. “a talking T U R T L E?? if this is a dream, we must be having the same one!”

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"Are you in charge of this shit hole?"

youjustgotatasteofbitchpudding

shit… hole? what in adventure bay was T H A T?? a confused, &&. slightly disgusted look crossed marshall’s features as he stared at the one in front of him. he only understood the word ‘hole’ that tumbled from her mouth, but the other? it was not something he had E V E R heard before. maybe later he would ask ryder what it meant… “i–?” marshall fell silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. the pup attempted a smile, though it appeared more awkward than anything. “d-do you mean adventure bay? because that would be mayor goodway. she is the mayor of this city!”

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callitawomansintuition  heisyouth  pxrsistence  oxtlawed  explcding  xprettydemonx  sxnnseine

thanks so much for the follow-backs, and follows! i’ll likely message you guys later after work to chit chat and possibly discuss rp! yay! i’m excited to play with everyone! i hope you’re all having a fabutastic day!

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"you're so cute!"

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cute? someone not a citizen of adventure bay called H I M cute?! cerulean hues widened as a happy smile appeared on his face. instantaneously, the pup’s tail began to wag at a high speed. an E X C I T E D bark rumbled from his throat, rolling off his tongue in a slightly high-pitched timbre. remember your manners, marshall.“arf! you think i’m cute?” hah! wait until chase hears this! that silly shepherd wasn’t the only one who could be called cute! “thank you! you’re really pretty too! your hair is like the sun!” marshall’s entire body started to wiggle in rhythm with his tail. another bark escaped him. “my name is marshall! are you visiting adventure bay?”

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            their scent was U N F A M I L I A R to the pup; &&. he was proud to say he knew just about everyone who lived in adventure bay. natural curiosity nibbled its way into his system as foreign presence accosted his senses. despite this, it was all E X C I T E M E N T that nuzzled in next to curiosity. of course! they were probably here to see raimundos famed circus!                 or perhaps they were here for some of the O T H E R festivities! it was a new, nearly week-long festival that adventure bay was T R Y I N G out. people from all over came &&. went, &&. the paw patrol even had a few of their own rescue missions here &&. there. whatever their reasons for visiting adventure bay, it was the pups D U T Y to make sure they stayed safe &&. happy.             with T H A T in mind, marshall abandoned cali to herself as he hopped over to the strangers. a wide smile crossed his face, tail wagging excitedly. “welcome to adventure bay! my name is marshall, arf! do you need help finding anything?”

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                                              ❝do my B E S T,                                                                        forget about the rest.❞

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    dark eyes bore through the boy before him with      an unmatched vacancy, mouth pulled into a hard line.      he’s not as worried about the cranks as he is the      immunes. the cranks have a solid fate — they live a      mundane existence of insanity. the immunes, though,      have proven to have no said fate. wicked turns them      into lab rats, and it rips him apart with every turn over      of an immune. but, he has to keep up the face, or he      wont have inside connections anymore. how is he      supposed to smuggle out survivors without them?

                         “you seem to be doing just fine.”                          gabe remarks, brow perking.

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  there was a bit of strained silence that passed as Wyck sized up the other male. He didn't appreciate being called out as a Munie, especially in such a dangerous place as they were currently in. Wyck had done well picking his place among the Cranks, living as one of them, despite the fact he was quite the opposite. "yeah? 'n what makes ya so sure ah'm a Munie? why'd a Munie come live with all the Cranks? 's practically suicide, man."             yes Wyck, why did you hide among the Cranks?

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          “Don’t you buggin’ start about the            food. Stomaching it’s hard enough            as is without thinkin’ about what            the hell goes into it.”

He really didn’t want to think about it,  whatever Frypan’s secret recipes were, he could bloody well keep them to himself. Especially if it involved griever goo—what was that saying? Ignorance is bliss? Yeah, that was the motto when it came to the food in the Glade.

          “Intricate storytellin’ my ass. Now             you gonna get on with it or not?”

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          “Ah'll let Fry know watcha think 'bout his cookin'.”

Wyck couldn't blame the other for the thoughts they seemed to be taking in regards to the food. With the look on Newts face, well, it wasn't the blonde's prettiest reaction to date. The Builder leaned back and glasped his hands together, throwing on a very serious look as he contemplated which story to tell this time.

          "There once wuzzah mighty huntah, aight? Best in all the lands.             He hunted everythin' from wild beasts to even men; then again,             beasts and men are one in the same, no?"

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          ”They can be entertained later. Both           you and them have work to do. I don’t           personally feel like being scolded by           Alby, today.”

He scoffed, lifting his eyes upward for a moment. Dinner was only a couple of hours away. The littler boys could wait. It’d be much more fulfilling if they could experience it after a long, hard day anyway.

He clapped Wyck on the back with a heavy hand and a light sigh, but his tone was far too sarcastic for him to mean what he said next.

          ”You’re gonna get me into so           much buggin’ trouble, one day.           I might just have to get rid of           you.”

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          ”Oh no! Don't get rid of me, my favouritest Keeper!”

Wyck mocked an aghast look, pretending he was oh-so hurt in the feelings that Gally suggested such a thing. He placed a hand over his heart, making a face of pain.

He knew Gally sometimes appreciated his ability to dramatize their conversations, and other times he did not. Though Wyck always did he best to try and keep his Keeper somewhat smiling. He always believed, after all, that being too serious lead to a shorter life.

          ”Ah'll make ya so proud'o me. Jus' ya wait, ol' Gally Wally.             Alby'll praise ya fer havin' the best of workers.”

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         ”Psst... oi... Mistah Fancy-Pants with the gun. Yanno this is Crank              territory, right? Munies like ya ain't welcome so kindly 'round here!”

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          "I’m not here to listen to           a shuckin’ story, Wyck,           I’m here as your Keeper           to tell you to get back to           work.”

Gally crossed his arms over his chest, brows furrowing into a horrid look that was nothing but disapproval. Of course he enjoyed the boy’s stories, but there was a time for work and a time for play, and now was the time for work. He could jabber on all he wanted come dinner.

          "Alby’s gonna come after           me if he sees any of mine           lazing around. Up, up.”

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          "...”

                         Shoulders sagged with a bit of sheepishness, the Builder pushing                          back stray strands of black hair from his face. His gaze fluttered to                          the ground, slightly ashamed that he disappointed his Keeper.                          Wyck jumped up from his seat and waved off the gaggle of younger                          Gladers that had surrounded him for his stories. He moved closer                          to Gally, trying to smile and play his break off. Alby scared Wyck                          more than the Keeper of the Builder's did.

        "Fine fine, Gal.             Just wanted to entertain             the youngin's fer a while.             Ok ok, back to work then.             Lead the way, o great Keeper of mine!”

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                                                                “…”                         || The klunk from Newts mouth fell out and landed back in                         the plate, he immediately shot daggers at the other with                            his eyes, he slapped his spoon down and only stopped                               to listen to him, this only made his gut tightened.                                  Sometimes he didn’t know why he put up                                       with this idiot. Newt leaned in on the                                            table and raised his brows.      "Ya’ can tell yer’self that, Wyck. But you’ll only be Dreamin’, I’m afraid" 

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       “And what is our life, but a dream created by a coupl'a shanks, huh?”                         || A dream for the Creators, of course. Not exactly the most meaningful                            life to be currently had. The Builder spooned some more soup in to his                             mouth as he pretended to savour the taste that was severely lacking.                              He came to the understanding that perhaps, just perhaps, he was                               starting to irritate Newt. Something which he didn't want to do to                                the extreme. He fell silent for a moment, before speaking again.                                   "If ya don't wanna at least try 'n get some enjoyment outta yer meals, then that's fine by me. This life ain't just 'bout takin' a stick up yer bum. Yer gonna kill yerself with all this serious work before ya get outta this place. It don't hurt none to try 'n relax 'n have a lil' fun, yunno. Yer still young, after all."

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            "Other way around, actually. He’s been updatin’ me with the Maze"                || Newt saw his sarcastic face and shook his head and only digged                 in for more. It wasn’t actually half bad, I guess its because Newt                     spent most of his time with Frypan and was slowly gettin’                         use to his garbage. Newt looked over at the other                             again, This kid and his story telling. Sometimes                                He enjoyed them, sometimes he wouldn’t                                       Listen. But today, I guess Newt                                              would make an effort to                                                          Listen.           “Go ahead then. Entertain us with your Stories that most of us                                       would already know, Wyck”   Don’t be mean Newt…

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            "Oh yeah? 's that so? Updatin' on his maze, or yours?"                                   || There was a sly, cunning, tone in his voice, in which he                                       quickly changed the subject back to story-telling, so he                                       wouldn't have to get smacked by this wiry boy for his                                        little joke, which probably flew past Newt's head anyway.           “As if ya ever paid any attention to my stories, anyway, Newty Boy. I don't think anyone's heard this one yet! It's about a lonely huntsman who saves a beautiful maiden, and is invited to a fanciful feast beyond his wildest imagination. Of course, if ya don't wanna hear about real food, that's all fine with me. Ya can enjoy this glop with yer own tastebuds, while I sit here and taste the succulent roasted chicken with them cranberry sauce drizzled on top."