Mr. Porter meets the Paw Patrol!
"We're back!" Marshall hollered as he tripped over his own feet, crashing into Zuma.
Zuma gave a quick shake, dust flying everywhere as he did so. "Marshall..."
"Oops. Sorry..."
Chase darted forward, skidding to a halt next to Ryder. "There's a small town nearby." Ryder groaned at that, not wanting anything to do with adults. "And they need someone to save the day over there! We, mainly me, think that we can turn this place into a headquarters of sorts and help protect the townspeople!"
Ryder paused at that, quickly scanning their filthy, dilapidated surroundings, before turning to look in the general direction of the town. "We're gonna need special vehicles... and a road... probably should clear off some more of these trees so that we can see the town better... I think the tower has enough old tech here for me to fix it up for that using my powers... Rocky! I need you to find the town's dump and find stuff I can use to make gear and vehicles for you guys! And maybe myself too..."
"On it! Don't loose it, reuse it!" Rocky cheered as he darted off to start looking.
Ryder laughed, clapping his hands together. "Hey! That's a good idea, we can each have a catchphrase that we say before we leave for a mission!"
"Ooh! Like Chase is on the case! Hahaha! That's funny cause I used your name Chase!" Marshall's tail wagged excitedly as he thought that over.
"This is going to be so much fun! Yip yip!" Skye did her signature flip midair, too excited to hold it in.
Ryder grinned at that, before throwing himself back into cleaning. "Come on! Let's get everything cleaned up before I start working on fixing it up!"
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Ryder wiped his sweaty brow with his sleeve, eyeing the...well anyone else will see a mess. Oh sure all the dirt, grime, dust, even cobwebs were all gone, but it still had several patches of holes in the walls, stairs, floors, even the roof had multiple holes! There was also various old, basically junk now pieces of various machinery lay scattered all over the floor, and the outside courtyard area that they had cleaned up a little bit. Enough old parts that it had taken them several months to gather everything. It had even snowed a few times already, and today the snow actually stayed for a few hours before melting.
Taking a deep breath, Ryder settled down, closing his eyes as he prepared to start mediating. Picturing the red, blue, and white lookout tower that they had discussed in his mind, he started to move the machine parts around with his mind. He could do this... it wasn't like he was going to get into major trouble if he fails since it was for his friends and not his uncle. Ryder flinched at that thought, before concentrating back on what he was doing...
~With the Pups~
Chase narrowed his eyes as he stared at the poster. He wasn't entirely sure what it was about, beyond the nice, if not terrified all the time, lady that they had learned was named Ms. Goodwill. Shaking his paw to dislodge some snow off of it, he turned to face Skye and Zuma, both of whom were digging through the trash to find scraps still good enough to eat. Marshall and Rocky were down at the garbage dump collecting more parts for Ryder to work with. Shaking his head now as what felt like a cold lump landed on it, he turned to stare across the street at the store. Mr. Porter hadn't shown up yet, something that Chase found a bit concerning, since they've been here basically since dawn looking for discarded stuff they could still use and dragging it back to the tower. "I'm gonna go see if I can't find where Mr. Porter lives..."
"Okay." Skye paused in her digging to glance over at him. "Just be careful Chase."
"I will." Chase then took off, carefully sniffing at the snow covered ground for a clue on where Mr. Porter lives.
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Chase paused, eyeing the small rundown home at the edge of the town. Mr. Porter's scent went into it, and yet there was no sign of life anywhere near here. Now really concerned for the friendly, typically sad, middle aged man, he pawed carefully at the door... it swung open without a protest, making him jump. Slipping inside, he sniffed the air some more, his fur standing on end as he picked up a smell he had never picked up before. Moving quickly, he stuck close to Mr. Porter's scent, following it to the backroom where Mr. Porter lay in a small pool of red liquid. Chase wrinkled his nose upon realizing that was what he was smelling. By the looks of things, the red liquid was coming from a gash in his head.
"Mr. Porter? Can you hear me?" Somewhere in the back of his mind it accord to him that he had not yet introduced himself to the man.
"Who's there? Did you bring any...help?" Mr. Porter struggled to regain enough strength to see Chase, before slumping against the wall once more. "My head... I need medical attention."
Chase frowned at that, before whirling around and rushing to the front door. Once there, he stuck his head out and howled loudly. A minute later an answering howl rented the air in twain. Grinning, he turned and approached the man. Now to wait...
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Mr. Porter forced his eyes open, pain dancing on the side of his head where the burglar that broke into his house had bashed him in with the handle of a gun. Wincing, he lifted a hand up to touch the spot, expecting to feel a bump or even a bloody gash with how much it hurt... shock flashed through him upon finding it stitched and bandages carefully tied around his head to keep the sight clean. Trembling, stomach grumbling in protest, he slowly sat up to find himself laying down on a pile of leaves that had an old tablecloth draped over it to form a bed of sorts. Glancing around, he frowned as he realized that he didn't recognize where he was at... at all. The walls were a plain white, the floor the brown of the wood used, a cup of water and a plate of what looked like the leftovers from his lunch the other day that he had thrown out being the only clue that someone else was here.
"Hello?" If he was being held for ransom, he probably should know what it was that they wanted. Though why anyone would hold him for ransom was something he didn't understand. He was poor after all.
"Oh good! You're awake!" A Dalmatian puppy walked into the room, only to trip over his own feet, crashing into the wall. "Ow!" He blinked rapidly, before rolling over onto his belly. "Ryder says to tell you to eat up once your up. Something about you needing your energy for later." He sat down casually, his tail moving rather quickly.
"Um... where am I?"
"Oh! This is the Lookout Tower, headquarters of the Paw Patrol! I'm your resident firepup, Marshall at your service!" Marshall jumped up, as the door slide open.
Another pup, this time a cockapoo puppy walked in. "Ryder wants to see you Marshall, something about how he's down making your firefighting gear."
"Sweet! Think you can keep our guest company Skye?" Marshall trotted over to the door, which for some reason Mr. Porter expected to see end up in him tripping over something.
Skye nodded eagerly, turning to face the shopkeeper. "Sure thing!" Smiling she sat down near him, her own tail wagging. "Now you know that whenever your in trouble, just yelp for help!"
"Hey! That rhymes! I think I'll use that!" A small boy stuck his head into the room, his eyes sparkling as he peered over at her. "I'm starting on your gear now Skye."
"Sweet!"
A/N: Trying something new where I respond to reviews at the end of the chapter. Another thing... large time skip and powers is how things are getting down so quickly.
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