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Posted by kai on May 4, 2010 22:47:35 GMT -6
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His brow furrowed in deep and complete concentration. This was no light matter of frivolity and games but rather preparation for battle. His eyes were on the prize and a vision of glory that he knew could- would soon be his.
What had he seen that day in January? For a moment the sky had been filled with visions of dragons and other monsters, but one in particular had caught his attention. It was a majestic tree, the king of trees, no! The Emperor of the kings of all the trees. It moved on its own and seemed to have a mind of its own as it danced through the sky. Then as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared along with all the others, leaving Kai to wonder if he had dreamt the whole thing.
Real or not, it inspired his sense of creativity. He wanted to make this authentic and sustainable at the same time, so he made sure to preserve the roots.
“They’ll have to be in a ball in the center, protected and with a little soil held in as well.” He mumbled to himself.
He wove the vines and roots into a sculptured ball. He added a packet of seeds, some powder, and a flashlight. He wasn’t quite sure how to add thorns, but thought that maybe there should be some thorns. They weren’t natural to this particular type of vine. Unless he intertwined two separate vines- or DNA from another type… He didn’t want to make this too difficult, it would be hard enough making a true, living pokemon.
Oversized googly-eye buttons and red girl’s shoes from Good Will completed the effect. He stepped back and admired his masterpiece. It stood just above knee level. The vines were thick and strong, yet supple. His Tangela was mighty.
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Posted by kai on May 4, 2010 22:48:21 GMT -6
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Kai had never tried to animate a plant with quite as much vigor before. So it was now time for some practice. The ball hoisted itself up on its vines and took a few wobbling steps. Mostly using the vines, it propelled itself like a many-tentacled being. Walking with the shoes was a minor feat, no pun intended. He had had to make the end of those two vines larger.
“Like little wooden feet.” He laughed at himself, “Even better than wooden shoes!”
The moment that he had walking down, he made one of the vines whip out. Huh, a little slow. He tried again, this time aiming for an army action figure. He missed, but managed to knock down several others in the line, but there wasn’t much power behind the punch. One tendril reached back and set them back up in line for another try. This was going to work- precision and speed would come with time. Or practice, since he was kind of short on time.
The next vine cracked through the air, hitting the intended army man and sending him flying. Victory.
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