#🦎out on a mission // Marshall ic

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@nixthebisquickbitch-rp sent in the prompt for COMFORT

Sitting in the throne room, Marshall lowered his head, looking down at the purple boots. He glances to Sasha, eyeing the gash on her back. He felt responsible for it, even though he was being puppeted by the Core.

He straightened up when Nix sat beside him, crossing his arms and moving his knees closer together.

He wasn't sure what to say, simply looking to her to acknowledge her presence before sighing and slouching again.

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" I'd recommend reconsidering your approach. "

“ If I get possessed by a demon I’m not even fighting it. Like congrats man, this is your train wreck now. ”

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After sneaking past the Frogbot guards presumably by changing into her corvid form and simply flying above them, the shapeshifter was met with a rather large room, dimly lit and covered in strange electronics. But the room itself wasn't the focus-- the big tank labeled host at the other side was.

The young boy floated within, suspended in some sort of glowing green liquid, tubes connected to his limbs and back, breathing through some sort of device on his face. His breathing was fast, his expression pained-- he seemed to be having a nightmare.

As if he wasn't living one already.

A large, furry mass reared back, then lunged forward with sharp claws that made quick work of the strong glass. The luminous green slime flowed from the huge hole in the tube, soaking the shapeshifter as she broke through to Marshy. In the process of shattering the glass, several of the tubes connected to him were cut, and the armor was nicked in a few places, but he himself was unharmed. However, the tubes were long enough that he was able to fall forward, hitting the glass-covered ground face-first.

The fall woke him up, and pushed himself up, not able to fully support himself quite yet, and looked up at Nix, back in her human form. Still breathing through the trach tube connected to the mask on his face, he glanced around, disoriented and a bit cut up from the glass. Returning his gaze to Nix, Marshall's eyes widened, as if he didn't process that she was here until now.

He seemed to smile under the mask, reaching out to her.

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❝ did you hear about the shapeshifter roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞ ((nixthebisquickbitch-rp))

He glanced around. Although Halloween was not celebrated in Amphibia, that didn't mean any scary critters wouldn't happen to be wandering around on what would be All Hallows Eve back home. Marshall had read plenty of books about mythology and strange beasts in this world, and there was indeed talk of shapeshifters, he had yet to meet one. The closest he got was the tusked frog that lived in Wartwood.

" Why? Have you seen one? "

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After a good distance of running on wolfback, the duo arrived at Wartwood. Or near it, at least. Close enough to walk, with the assistance of a quickly crafted walking sick given to him by Nix.

He stood on the outskirts of the small town, taking a few moments to work up the nerve to return to the place he had endangered. Taking a deep breath, Marshall shuffled through the entry gate. Frogs stared, wondering if he was here to protect them as well. He moved closer to his sister, not appreciating the feeling of every frog’s gaze piercing him, gripping the walking stick tight.

Finding himself drawn to the Plantars’ home, he grabs a couple crops from the farm, biting into a raw turnip but pausing when he hears talking coming from inside the house. Peering in through the window, he dropped the vegetables, narrowing his eyes as he scanned for the intruders. He saw Grime first, relief starting to seep in. If he was alive, then...

Darting his eyes to the right of the toad, the blonde was spotted, seemingly discussing something with him. Marshall sighed, stepping away from the window, and turning his gaze to the door. Hesitantly, he limped over, clawing nervously at the bark on the stick. Another deep sigh, followed by raising a shaky hand up to knock on the door.

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“Be gay, do homework.” 

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@nixthebisquickbitch-rp : 🤕+reverse @ marshy

Although Marshall had grown into his own in Amphibia, he was still clumsy, and still tended hyperfocused on whatever task was at hand. He had taken his new friend, Nix, on a mission, to show her what kind of things she'd been helping the King with. Today's task consists of hunting down a beast that had been circling the walls of Newtopia.

They had managed to do it, but not without sustaining injury during the fight. The raptor-like creature had clawed him right below his armor, and he held a hand over the injury as he waded through the water, dragging the beast behind him by the tail. Grinning to Nix, he removed his hand from his midsection and raised it for a high five.

" We got him good, Chex-Nix! "

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He is floating in his tank, unconcious. There is a note taped to it reading:

" Please do not tap the glass. It scares the host. - King Andrias"

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@chancestander liked for a starter with Marshall! 💚

Kicking his legs, Marshall chewed his spoon as he studied the blueprints again. He wanted to be sure that the new structure being built in the city was structurally sound. The newts aren't exactly the strongest of the Amphibians, and while their medical science is advanced, he'd rather no one get hurt at all by a collapsing cafe.

" King Andrias wants me to share more of Earth's treats with Newtopia-- so we're building a cafe! One that sells bug-free coffee, tea, boba, and baked goods! He's trusted me to approve and improve the blueprints if needed. " he had told Rex when they first sat down at the picnic table together.

Now, satisfied with the layout, he moved on to more important matters: Now, which treats to include at our wonderful little sweet shop...Are there any pastries you're particularly fond of? " Marsh looked to Rex.

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He jumped a bit, holding up his hands to try to calm him down. " It's no big deal, " he dismissed the worry, " just a little stab wound. "

He glances down, making eye contact with the eye in his chest and grimacing. How long had that been there? He shook it off, looking back up at the alien. " I do feel better! Uh, my head's a little foggy, but I feel fine. Just a little chest pain, don't worry about me."

Marshall pauses, slowly glancing around the room, tugging at the tubes again for a moment. "... Though, I wouldn't mind getting out of this dusty old basement. "

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He stands, shivering from suddenly being removed from the warm tank. Looking away, he narrows his eyes in thought, forcing himself to think despite his grogginess. The last thing he could remember…

He closes his eyes and sees a flash of orange. A sharp pain stings his chest. He hears a familiar voice call to him.

He shakes his head, slinging slime. “ I, uh… it’s a little fuzzy… ” Marshy looks up at Rex, trying to step forward before being stopped by the tubes still connected to him. He tugged at one curiously, noting that it hurt a bit when he did so, following the tube to the shattered tank.

His expression darkened. The green light still emitting from it helped jog his memory a bit. “ I think…I think I died. ”

“–DIED?!”

Rex was livid. He was internally cursing himself for not being there for Marshall (A little bit of an unfair assessment, since he had been kept busy by various other responsibilities back home). But he couldn’t possibly demand more details of Marshall right now. The important thing was getting out of here without any trouble and getting Marshall somewhere safe to really heal. 

Maybe the injuries had been intense enough to warrant a strange treatment. Rex had vague memories of healing chambers from before his family left behind Earth. But the tank that Marshall was in seemed less inviting. 

“Just hang on. You need a better place to get yourself feeling better than this.”

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A very small centaur-- a newtaur-- scrambles up to the equine, looking up at her with round, curious eyes. He got very close, as if intending to climb up one of her legs.

“ I’ve never seen anything like you before! You don’t have any arms, or a torso! “ he pauses to pull a thick journal and a pen from a portal on her underbelly, not unlike Glendale’s portal tummy, though he seems to just use it as a built in pocket rather than a hoarder’s garage. As he stepped ever closer, he seemed to write things down and even sketch the much larger animal.

“ Where did you come from? “

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Strong hands made quick work of the tank. A thick, slime-like substance gushed out, shards of glass littering the basement floor. Amongst the debris laid Marshall, still in a deep sleep, twitching as he dreamt, tubes still connected to the ports embedded in his body.

Upon the removal of the breathing device, he was jolted awake, coughing as he readjusted to breathing on his own. After realizing he wasnt with his friends, he looked to the rescuer. Smiling, he got to shaky feet, reaching out to the older man.

" Rex...! What're you doing here? You weren't invited to the basement party... " yeah, he's still a little woozy.

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" Do you ever find yourself pressured to do the right thing, and you do want to, but you also don't? " he realized how confusing that wording was, and so elaborated a bit. " Like, you want to do something, but you know it's not best for everyone and you should do the thing that is, but... " he trails off, hoping Rex could fill in the blanks.

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@heronsword:

"I know you're still in there."

The room is dark. Sasha isn't allowed to be there. But she is. Marshal-- god, she hated seeing him floating in there like a horror movie. And it certainly was.

Now.... How to get him out?

The room was illuminated only by the blue-green tank that held the unconscious teenager. The liquid inside it bubbled quietly.

Marshall seemed to stir in his sleep, as if sensing that Sasha approached. His eyes didn't open, but he did move a bit, as if shifting to get more comfortable. He rested his forehead against the glass, making a small sound, muffled by the tank and the breathing apparatus hooked up to his face.

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@dynaura: “Did you just promote yourself to God?”

" I mean, with King Andrias....out of commission... Amphibia needs a new ruler! And I think I'm pretty capable of holding this place together. "

Whether or not this was true was yet to be seen. He was certainly good at making improvements to Newtopia, so surely he'd be able to do the same to the rest of the place?

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" COWER BEFORE ME, SHORTIES! "

" Please don't throw me. I will use my crossbow for self defense! "