Half a Bell Later...
Switch had found the bits of wood needed and piled them gently in the teapot, using his flint and steel the pycon struck the two pieces together for what seemed like an eternity before a spark caught the wood and he was able to fan and breathe a small fire to life within the metal confines. Stepping out of the teapot, with flint and steel in hand, the pycon watched and waited... It was going to take a while for the fire to reach a temperature needed.
A Chime Later...
As the fire grew Switch kept throwing bits of wood into it, fueling the heat source until he saw the metal glow red faintly on the outside and a bright red-orange on the inside. Nodding he turned his attention away from the fire and went in search of something metal, strong, and pointed. It wasn't hard to locate something that fit his requirements: discard in the far corner of the workbench sat a nail, bent near the head it but the point was still straight and useful. Grabbing and returning to the inside of the teapot Switch had to gasp at the heat that built up inside the thing but gritted his teeth and pushed the hot coals aside and stood in their place... The pain that coursed his lower limbs was intense and Switch made it his current mission to finish at least two holes before he had to step away.
So away he pounded at the redhot teapot with the nail, it took a few ticks to make a real dent, but once he did he was able to force his whole being behind the nail and the tip punctured the metal. Pulling and twisting at the nail Switch fell backwards, scorched his arse in the process before he stood and tackled the second hold, lining it up as much as possible with the first hole, but across from it and repeated the process. First a dimple in the metal, a forceful puncturing, twisting and pulling. Once the second whole was made Switch stepped out of the teapot and took a breather, checked over his body and took note that even though he was burning himself, he was still pretty much okay.
Once he was able to prep himself to go back in Switch repeated the process to create two more holes in the teapot, a bit lower then the first two before stepping back out again. The gadgeteer kept this going until the task was completed.
Two Chimes Later...
The pycon had just finished the last hole and removed the nail just as the final bit of redness was leaving the teapot. Finally there were eight holes, nearly parallel to their pairing hole. Four holes on two sides. Leaning against the chest he was breathing heavily and tossing the nail to the side he grimaced and waited for a bit, it was quite a task he completed, grunting and roaring as he forcefully made eight holes in metal. But time, and life, waited for no one and Switch knew he would need to keep working if he was to make the legs before he forgot and time swept his plans aside. Grabbing the straight pins the pycon went to work, stepping back into the teapot and looking at the holes.
Picking up pair of the pins he held them up to the first hole and fed them through as a pair. It was a snug fit for them and when the two needles fed all the way through the pycon went out and around, checking them for straightness. They weren't entirely straight and narrow by each other, but he was sure that was fixable once he had all the pins in place.
Going back inside Switch fed two pins into each hole until their rounded ends stopped them. With all the pins in place Switch left the teapot's inside for the time being and stared at the eight pairs of sewing pins. They were all going different directions and each pair needed to go in one... Clay! I can use some of my rations to make the pins stay in place out here until I get the sewing needles into place and then I can figure out some way to keep them together enough to allow for flexible legs and support for when the coal is inside. Hurrying back to his living quarters he found his small stash of clay and returned with a small bit of it. With deft hands the pycon took small bits of clay from the wad he brought with him and stuck each straight pin to it's buddy in their respective pairings, taking special care in leaving a bit at a bit of the pin free of clay near the points.
With the legs started Switch took a moment to consume the last bit of clay he had leftover before turning his attention to the sewing needles and with some caution in his actions the gadgeteer took one straight pin point and fed it into the eye of one of the sewing needles until he felt he had enough fed through to be able to let go of the needle. Switch knew he was going to need both hands and all his weight to bend each pin's point back onto itself.
Once ready the pycon grabbed a hold of the threaded pin's tip and pulled down, using his body's weight to force the once straight sewing implement to bend, once bent Switch had to shift his body and the movement he was doing from a weighted pull to using all his weight behind him to push and bend the point back and then up. Roaring through the necessary action the Pycon was able to bend the tip back. Breathing heavily the Pycon turned to a second needle and repeated the process, finishing up the first leg. It took him a chime and a half to bend a full leg's pair of points back onto themselves forming a crude hinge.
Taking a hold of the sewing needles attached he lifted and pulled on them testing the hinge and his handiwork, the bent points stayed in place and the needles did what he wanted. Nodding he let the needles down gently so they rested within the hinge and went to work on the other seven legs.
Four and a Half Chime Later
Bending the point back on the last of the pair needed for the final leg Switch groaned with relief as he flopped down between the 'web' of menacing legs. Gasping for breathe he rolled to his back and stared up at his crude masterpiece's legs. They were going to need some additional leg support at the joints so they wouldn't spray out when it walked, Switch had an idea of what he could so, using the current globs of clay he could stretch it out over the outside of each joint and mold it around the lower leg thus giving the whole leg additional support.
Once he had rested enough he sat up and started on the clay manipulation process having used two globs on the upper legs he removed the ones closest to the body and stuck them in place on the lower half of each leg below the joint. The upper leg globs he had to remove and bring closer to the joint on each leg and the process was simple enough.
Yet he noticed he would need more clay... “If I use more clay I will not have any food... There had to be something...” Looking about the room his eyes paused on the shavings that curled up near the opening of the teapot, he hadn't used them all when feeding the fire earlier and he found it was pretty easy to break into pieces with his two hands. It's natural curve would produce the resistance needed for his legs to keep from bowing outward. Taking a hold of a shaving he proceeded to crack and tug at it until he could get as many pieces that would fit between the two clay globs on each leg.
After three shavings and nearly a chime later Switch had enough wood pieces to affix to the legs and with a bit of pressure and shaping of clay around the short ends of the wood pieces the pycon was satisfied he made sturdy enough legs for his golem.
Now all he had to to do was test them. Leaning down he gripped the lower curved lip of the teapot and pulled it up until it was at the point his arms could no longer pull up and he shifted his arms around so he could push the whole thing up into a standing position. As the weight of the teapot flexed the legs Switch watched.
The legs flexed a bit in their straight lengths but the wood took most of the force and flexed with it. All eight legs spread out some as the needle points dug into the table top. Yet Switch called the whole thing a success. Climbing up on top of the structure he could feel the wood and legs flex but it still stood and the legs didn't buckle. Slipping inside of the teapot he took a look at the leg's connection points, the balls bounces some but they didn't break. That was going to cause some problems and the Pycon knew he was going to need to go get more clay from his rations anyway to keep the legs in place so they didn't slide up into the body.
Climbing back out of the teapot Switch ran back to his quarters as fast as his little legs could get him there and he grabbed more clay and returned. This was a large wad of his rations, but creating something took over his rational thinking and the pycon found himself jumping and practically diving back into the teapot with his food source. Pressing and molding the entire mass of clay he brought with him over and around the sewing pins rounded heads the gadgeteer made sure that the clay sealed them all entirely, there was to be no giving in the legs at all.
Once satisfied he pulled himself out of the teapot and stood to admire the whole thing. It stood at a towering six inches, double his height and it was all his creation. Switch sighed and smiled at himself, “The construction bit is complete.” Turning his whole being around he grabbed a bit of the wood he used early to feed the fire. It wasn't entirely burnt up and only a portion of it was burnt charcoal.
It was time to draw out the Animation circles and start the magical process of the task.
