Today I spent some time refining the legs of the puppet. I’m not really sure what makes legs good, so most of the changes I tried actually made it worse. That isn’t to say I didn’t make progress, it’s just that I found a ton of things that don’t work, and a handful of things that do.

This reminds me a lot of making tools with Tiddol a bit ago, only a more complicated and having an actual way to field test the results. Too bad Tiddol isn’t a plant manipulator, this would be fun to do together.

Now that I think about it that’s a great idea. Not so much with Tiddol as she doesn’t really have a way to make a puppet like I do, but Azrezel does. I’ll try tomorrow to convince him to try this with me, it’s exactly the type of stuff he is trying to improve at. Plus it would be fun to go up against someone that is improving as quickly as you are. Most people only really improve their skills on a daily basis, what I’m doing is akin to evolving every day. Not only do my skills get better, but so does the body I’m fighting with.

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Par is definitely going to be in town tomorrow, so I need to get started designing the puppet I’m going to use to challenge him with. I’ll probably stick with the whole idea of unstoppable assault that I have been going with, only using as much mana as I could possibly fit into it. I’ll think more on that later.

Other than that I spent my downtime with Tiddol in her lab. While I was there someone organized a competition to see who could make something explode the fastest. Exactly one second after the starting whistle, someone had a stopwatch, there was a small explosion coming from a dragonewt girl close to me. It wasn’t even powerful enough to break the glass it was in, but it would still an explosion. I don’t think they realized I was there until I offered to make the victor a gift, something the dragonewt girl nervously accepted.

I’m lead to believe this is a fairly regular thing for the apprentice alchemists to do. Makes sense, it seems like something fun to do. It was fun watching the competition, I know just enough for the whole thing to be interesting but nowhere near enough to actually compete.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.