"I dunno if it's like a CO Power," he muttered, thinking about it. Then again, he'd never used a CO Power before. If he ever develops one, Max, he'll tell you how similar they are.
"A Bulbasaur don't need nearly as much sun. Their flowers're still sleeping," he explained. Vinnie pointed to the tattoo leaf creeping up Max's neck. "When we're like this, our skin's basically how we absorb light. So you could maybe skip an hour if you're still outside. The leaves do a better job've it though, cuz that's what they're built for. I usually spend two t'three hours, but if you're planning on doing something big, like fighting, you'll need as much as you can get."
It actually surprised Vinnie that Max was taking an interesting in the growing aspect of Venusaurism. At least, when he was human, Max didn't seem to take much stock in the whole communing with nature business. But despite this newfound interest, if he wanted a demonstration then he was going to be disappointed.
"That's something I can't 'xactly show you." An grumpy look crossed his face as Vinnie reminded Max, "Doctor's orders an'shit. Besides, it's up t'you to figure out what you're feeling."
He crossed his arms, thinking hard about how to properly describe the sensation. After all, it was an awareness that humans probably had no conscious control over, so putting it in straightforward terms was going to be tricky. Max needed straightforward. He'd never understand it otherwise.
Eventually, Vinnie held his hand out in front of him. "Al'right. Imagine that energy you've got inside's this hand. You probably already know how to do basic attacks like Vine Whip, right? When you're doing that, you're using the energy to make a fist - something you're pretty fuckin' good at already." He clenched his fingers tight to illustrate the example.
"But if you want t'do anything else with it, you need t'learn to relax that energy and use it t'feel out things around you, instead of forcing it on'em." With that, Vinnie opened his hand and placed his palm gently on the grass. He combed through the blades with his fingers, careful not to crush anything.
"Source's still the same for doin' both. But you gotta be able to use that energy t'do more than punch things if you wanna sense of being a Venusaur."
Re: BEHOLD, THE MAXUSAUR
"I dunno if it's like a CO Power," he muttered, thinking about it. Then again, he'd never used a CO Power before. If he ever develops one, Max, he'll tell you how similar they are.
"A Bulbasaur don't need nearly as much sun. Their flowers're still sleeping," he explained. Vinnie pointed to the tattoo leaf creeping up Max's neck. "When we're like this, our skin's basically how we absorb light. So you could maybe skip an hour if you're still outside. The leaves do a better job've it though, cuz that's what they're built for. I usually spend two t'three hours, but if you're planning on doing something big, like fighting, you'll need as much as you can get."
It actually surprised Vinnie that Max was taking an interesting in the growing aspect of Venusaurism. At least, when he was human, Max didn't seem to take much stock in the whole communing with nature business. But despite this newfound interest, if he wanted a demonstration then he was going to be disappointed.
"That's something I can't 'xactly show you." An grumpy look crossed his face as Vinnie reminded Max, "Doctor's orders an'shit. Besides, it's up t'you to figure out what you're feeling."
He crossed his arms, thinking hard about how to properly describe the sensation. After all, it was an awareness that humans probably had no conscious control over, so putting it in straightforward terms was going to be tricky. Max needed straightforward. He'd never understand it otherwise.
Eventually, Vinnie held his hand out in front of him. "Al'right. Imagine that energy you've got inside's this hand. You probably already know how to do basic attacks like Vine Whip, right? When you're doing that, you're using the energy to make a fist - something you're pretty fuckin' good at already." He clenched his fingers tight to illustrate the example.
"But if you want t'do anything else with it, you need t'learn to relax that energy and use it t'feel out things around you, instead of forcing it on'em." With that, Vinnie opened his hand and placed his palm gently on the grass. He combed through the blades with his fingers, careful not to crush anything.
"Source's still the same for doin' both. But you gotta be able to use that energy t'do more than punch things if you wanna sense of being a Venusaur."