Final Submission
Main Design
Supporting Material
Positions Set
Salamence Wrestling
This design is based on the jack in the box toy and conveys the surprise element of what I believe a scout should have. The overall look also came from jesters and the wish to have a patchwork design. They'll hop about slowly in their boxes and when they want speed they can just retract and spring forward like an arrow. When relaxed their hands are folded back as if they were ears.
Below is an origin story inspired by Doug's.
~Jester's Graveyard~
A monster haunted the nearby abandoned junkyard. The local Pokemon dared not venture near it. Children playing dares would run into it and try to coax the monster out only to run screaming. Some say it was only a fairy tale, others would tell of an enormous nameless creature shifting underneath the scrap. Fantasy or not it was enough to keep most living things out.
During this fearful time a mischievous young Sneasel orphan had played pranks on and stole from the locals and was chased. He ran into the junkyard to escape believing that the monster was just a story to frighten kids. As expected the people stopped the chase at the gates and made gestures towards Sneasel who merely stuck his tongue out and walked off deeper into the scrap laughing.
Once he lost sight and sound of the humans behind him the Sneasel began to get nervous. It was awfully quiet apart from the wind that made strange whistling sounds through the twisted metal scattered around. Just as Sneasel began to think this was a bad idea something huge burst from the piles of scrap in front of him and he cried out, ducked and covered his eyes. When nothing bad happened he slowly peeked through his fingers and saw a strange sight.
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In front of him lay what could only be called a giant striped snake that looked as if it was made of fabric and metal. It was covering its head with its massive hands in a parody of what Sneasel just did and grinning. Edging closer Sneasel cautiously poked the creature and it lifted its hands and held one out towards him. Getting the point Sneasel grabbed its lowest finger and shook it in greeting and sensed the beginning of an unusual friendship.
Later on, it was found that the monster was really just a lonely spirit that called itself Jester. It had patched itself together from the junk lying around but wasn’t able to leave the confines of the scrap completely. The Sneasel had found himself a kindred spirit that was as lost and as alone as he was. They bonded quickly and played often together but Sneasel found himself wanting for more.
Jester was surprised to find one day that Sneasel brought home some more orphans and the gentle giant welcomed them with open arms. News got about of a safe haven for orphans and soon many lost children both human and Pokemon flocked to a place where no adults would tell them what to do and Jester revelled in it. The junkyard became a playground with Sneasel and Jester as leaders of the gang.
Years pass, and the children grew up leaving to be replaced by others. Only one remained always and that was Sneasel. He always was there and said he always would be however time was a terrible thing. Sneasel eventually succumbed to the curse of old age. Jester couldn’t wake him up anymore.
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The loss of Sneasel hit everyone hard but none harder than Jester. He hid himself under the rubbish and cried mournfully for days on end. When he emerged he began to make boxes out of the scrap metal then tore parts of his own body off to place in them. Each box attracted a soul and became animated with a miniature version of himself but none of the souls attracted were ever Sneasel’s. Eventually Jester tired and laid his tattered and wrecked body on the ground to rest and faded away.
With Jester’s passing the junkyard was taken over by his copies who overhauled it to become a true paradise for children as a memento to their creator. Once finished they named it Jester’s Graveyard and left a metal cross in the clearing where he once lay. To this day the few adults that are allowed access to the place are awed by the artistic metal buildings and the carefully tended gardens.
If Jester and Sneasel could see this now, no doubt, they would be happy.
~End...