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Ragtag has a minion!
Wind-up the Clock Tortoise
Wind-up the Clock Tortoise
Ragtag
Legacy Name: Ragtag_602
The
Steamwork JollinOwner:
HellmuttAge: 14 years, 5 months, 2 weeks
Born: September 29th, 2011
Adopted: 14 years, 5 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: September 29th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 14
- Strength: 35
- Defense: 35
- Speed: 33
- Health: 35
- HP: 35/35
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
W.I.P. Character
Currently working on: Story & Getting Art.
Ragtag is a home-made Steamwork Telenine, developed by two drunken brothers. Made out of junk and stuff they either found or stolen, she was created, whether or not the world was ready for her.
"I think we finally did it man!" The brothers high-fived boldly.
"And it only took 4 junkyard trips. Not bad for amateurs, huh?"
"I would say not, my brother. Yunium Enterprises, kiss mine." He made a gesture of lips to his bottom.
"Well, let's plug her in."
"Oh right, that'll have to do until we can get one of those damn expensive keys." He leaned over, pushing a pile of ill stacked beer bottles off the counter they were sitting on. "Damnit."
"And the cord isn't even over there. You're dumb, and drunk."
The other brother smiled widely, showing his inebriation. "Maybe just a little." He snatched the cord from his brother, sticking one end into the small hole where typically one would find a Yunium key on most steamwork pets. The other end of this cord was a simple wall plug. That end ended up in a standard wall socket, and Ragtag began to wake.
She didn't have any eyelids to open, the brothers had forgotten those. Her eyes, instead, were two mismatching watch faces. The hands on both dials started to turn, rotating in a complete circle before settling on 6:00, one hand up, the other down, similar to an eye slit. Her head began to lift.
"Oh shiz, it's happening. It's really going to work," One of the brothers was getting excited, and was having trouble containing it.
Currently working on: Story & Getting Art.
Ragtag is a home-made Steamwork Telenine, developed by two drunken brothers. Made out of junk and stuff they either found or stolen, she was created, whether or not the world was ready for her.
"I think we finally did it man!" The brothers high-fived boldly.
"And it only took 4 junkyard trips. Not bad for amateurs, huh?"
"I would say not, my brother. Yunium Enterprises, kiss mine." He made a gesture of lips to his bottom.
"Well, let's plug her in."
"Oh right, that'll have to do until we can get one of those damn expensive keys." He leaned over, pushing a pile of ill stacked beer bottles off the counter they were sitting on. "Damnit."
"And the cord isn't even over there. You're dumb, and drunk."
The other brother smiled widely, showing his inebriation. "Maybe just a little." He snatched the cord from his brother, sticking one end into the small hole where typically one would find a Yunium key on most steamwork pets. The other end of this cord was a simple wall plug. That end ended up in a standard wall socket, and Ragtag began to wake.
She didn't have any eyelids to open, the brothers had forgotten those. Her eyes, instead, were two mismatching watch faces. The hands on both dials started to turn, rotating in a complete circle before settling on 6:00, one hand up, the other down, similar to an eye slit. Her head began to lift.
"Oh shiz, it's happening. It's really going to work," One of the brothers was getting excited, and was having trouble containing it.
Pet Treasure
Yunium Key
Melting Kettle