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Patriotic has a minion!
Minion the American Bald Eagle
Minion the American Bald Eagle
Patriotic
Legacy Name: Patriotic
The
Steamwork KumosOwner:
JourneyAge: 11 years, 7 months, 2 weeks
Born: September 29th, 2012
Adopted: 11 years, 7 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: September 29th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 342
- Strength: 830
- Defense: 827
- Speed: 820
- Health: 856
- HP: 834/856
- Intelligence: 218
- Books Read: 220
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Artificially Intelligent Service Dog (AID for short).
Mark's service dog.
......TIME: 0700, March 5, 2032
......INITIATE WAKE UP PROTOCOL
AID unit Patriotic, nicknamed "Riot", powered on slowly, a mechanical imitation of a real creature waking up. A metallic tail thumped on the rug, followed by a whirring, click-filled stretch as his body moved for the first time since power down at 2300 the previous night. He yawned, hinged jaws opening wide to show a tongue and teeth - just like any dog. Climbing slowly to his feet, he stretched again, then shook, clinking and clanging as his feet slid on the floor and his ears hit the side of his head. Finally, a light flickered to life behind the glass orbs intended to be his eyes.
Completely powered on, his tongue flopped out of his smiling mouth and he trotted out of the living room and into the kitchen. He put his front legs onto the counter, and pushed his nose against the coffee maker, which jumped to life and let out a pathetic huff before it started to heat up its contents. His task done, he slipped into the hallway, a bounce in his mechanical step. He pawed at a closed door at the end of the hallway, then nudged it open the rest of the way with his nose.
The room was dark, curtains pulled shut against the morning sun. A pair legs much similar in style to Riot's own were propped up against a wall alongside a bed. The bed itself was piled high with blankets, a head of black hair peaking out where the blankets met the pillow. The nightstand was lined with various medications - most of which were still unused. With a happy, tinny-sounding bark, he sat right next to the bed.
The occupant didn't move, so Riot gave another happy yip. This time, a deep voice murmured back "Let me sleep, Riot".
Riot, however, was not deterred so easily. He tilted his head, whined, then opened his mouth wide, and...
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE--
The man in the bed groaned, pulling the blanket out from under his head and cramming it over instead. "Riot, I said-"
Riot clicked his mouth closed, tail thumping on the floor. Then, he opened his mouth again, and another song blared into the quiet morning.
HERE COMES THE SUN
Mark's service dog.
......TIME: 0700, March 5, 2032
......INITIATE WAKE UP PROTOCOL
AID unit Patriotic, nicknamed "Riot", powered on slowly, a mechanical imitation of a real creature waking up. A metallic tail thumped on the rug, followed by a whirring, click-filled stretch as his body moved for the first time since power down at 2300 the previous night. He yawned, hinged jaws opening wide to show a tongue and teeth - just like any dog. Climbing slowly to his feet, he stretched again, then shook, clinking and clanging as his feet slid on the floor and his ears hit the side of his head. Finally, a light flickered to life behind the glass orbs intended to be his eyes.
Completely powered on, his tongue flopped out of his smiling mouth and he trotted out of the living room and into the kitchen. He put his front legs onto the counter, and pushed his nose against the coffee maker, which jumped to life and let out a pathetic huff before it started to heat up its contents. His task done, he slipped into the hallway, a bounce in his mechanical step. He pawed at a closed door at the end of the hallway, then nudged it open the rest of the way with his nose.
The room was dark, curtains pulled shut against the morning sun. A pair legs much similar in style to Riot's own were propped up against a wall alongside a bed. The bed itself was piled high with blankets, a head of black hair peaking out where the blankets met the pillow. The nightstand was lined with various medications - most of which were still unused. With a happy, tinny-sounding bark, he sat right next to the bed.
The occupant didn't move, so Riot gave another happy yip. This time, a deep voice murmured back "Let me sleep, Riot".
Riot, however, was not deterred so easily. He tilted his head, whined, then opened his mouth wide, and...
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE, MY ONLY SUNSHINE--
The man in the bed groaned, pulling the blanket out from under his head and cramming it over instead. "Riot, I said-"
Riot clicked his mouth closed, tail thumping on the floor. Then, he opened his mouth again, and another song blared into the quiet morning.
HERE COMES THE SUN
Pet Treasure
Freedom Poodle
Independence Day Balloons
Liberating Lady Red Piece Banner
Liberating Lady Short Hat
Liberating Lady Blue Piece Banner
Liberating Lady Gathered Material
Huge American Flag Print Beach Towel
American Flag
Silver Star Sticker
White Star Beanbag
White Star Balloon
Cyborg Soldier Dog Tags
Jimmy Khaki Hat
Gray Buckle Polishing Kit
Veterans Medals
Red Decorative Medal
Purple Decorative Medal
White Decorative Medal
Blue Decorative Medal
Green Decorative Medal
Yellow Decorative Medal
Orange Decorative Medal