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Ratchet Ng has a minion!
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Ratchet Ng
Legacy Name: Ratchet Ng
The
Steamwork PherretOwner: ChrispyCreme
Age: 13 years, 2 weeks, 6 days
Born: February 26th, 2013
Adopted: 13 years, 2 weeks, 6 days ago
Adopted: February 26th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 5
- Books Read: 5
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
In Ziara City, there existed a small antique shop tucked away in a narrow alley. Gold lettering flaking from the creaking sign above the rickety door simply read "Curios". Inside was cramped with perilously-stacked shelves of all manner of trinkets and antiques: leather-bound books in nonexistent languages; monstrous bugs and spiders preserved in amber and crystal; strange tools, instruments, and gadgets from lands unknown; all crammed together in haphazard order and covered in a healthy layer of dust.
The most impressive part of this collection, though, was a young man built of brass and gears and cogs on display in the farthest corner of the shop. He cut a sharp image in the old-timey shirt, slacks, and boots he'd been dressed in, with wide red suspenders and a top hat perched atop his head at a jaunty angle. Up on a pedestal and behind velvet ropes, he looked out over this kingdom of clutter with glassy mismatched eyes. A viola was tucked under his chin, bow poised over the strings.
A flash of lightning blazed through the cloudy window nearby, casting sharp shadows across his face.
A boom of thunder followed close on the lightning's heels, rattling the walls and windows. Several things clattered to the floor or shattered with the sharp sound of broken china. Another flash and boom - and the entire shop went dark. It took a moment for the generators to kick in and bathe the shop in subdued red light. The storm raged overhead; rain beat against the shop in a tumultuous percussion. Slowly...so slowly...a faint blue glow started up under the robot man's shirt. It came from the chunk of crustal installed in the cavity in his chest, secured behind thick plate glass.
The most impressive part of this collection, though, was a young man built of brass and gears and cogs on display in the farthest corner of the shop. He cut a sharp image in the old-timey shirt, slacks, and boots he'd been dressed in, with wide red suspenders and a top hat perched atop his head at a jaunty angle. Up on a pedestal and behind velvet ropes, he looked out over this kingdom of clutter with glassy mismatched eyes. A viola was tucked under his chin, bow poised over the strings.
A flash of lightning blazed through the cloudy window nearby, casting sharp shadows across his face.
A boom of thunder followed close on the lightning's heels, rattling the walls and windows. Several things clattered to the floor or shattered with the sharp sound of broken china. Another flash and boom - and the entire shop went dark. It took a moment for the generators to kick in and bathe the shop in subdued red light. The storm raged overhead; rain beat against the shop in a tumultuous percussion. Slowly...so slowly...a faint blue glow started up under the robot man's shirt. It came from the chunk of crustal installed in the cavity in his chest, secured behind thick plate glass.
Pet Treasure
DAbramo Brand Viola A String
DAbramo Brand Viola D String
DAbramo Brand Viola G String
DAbramo Brand Viola C String
Brava Viola
Top Hat Plushie
Red Suspenders
Broken Dusk Light Bulb
A Few Loose Screws
Teach Yourself to Dance