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Archmage Jeremiah
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"Emnity? That's the name the cult lady mentioned. Is Emnity involved in anything else we need to know?" Ben asks the lady.
That was when Birdie was tumbling down from the winds. Ben unleashes a pink, glowing mana-based whip from his hand to pull Birdie back on track. He was evidently struggling with the pull. "We've got to be more careful..." Ben utters as the the pink glow of mana gradually vanishes into nothingness.
Ben looks at the thick snow beneath them.
"No snow's a match for Heatblast!" Ben exclaims as he dials his Omnitrix and slams it down, allowing him to transform. What he turned into didn't seem to have anything to do with heat or blasting.
"Mole-stache," the mole-like rodentoid that took Ben's place, Mole-stache as Ben had named it, spoke very much like a stereotypical gentleman. "A dissatisfactory alien in dire times, I see? Well, I certainly am anything but amused or surprised..."
Mole-stache would then morph his moustache into the shape of a large pair of hands that would then proceed to scoop and shovel the thick snow at an extremely rapid pace. In mere seconds, a 3-metre deep hole was made.
"We must make haste, my friends, hop in," Mole-stache suggests to the group as he continues to dig towards their destination, being the mole he is.
If the snow wasn't thick enough, Mole-stache wouls dig through the very soil.
"I say, all this talk about this Emnity entity makes me ponder - do its offspring emerge into beings with an identical function to their parent? In Layman's terms - become replicas of Emnity."
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Blaze watched Ben shrink down into the form of what she could only comprehend as a Mobian mole and begin tunneling through the snow, and appeared impressed through her regal demeanour. She had already set about tailing the shape-shifting boy when Birdie butt out in front and gestured her inside.
"Thank you...?" she muttered in a bemused tone thick enough to turn the short piece of etiquette into a question.
Moving on into the passageway shortly thereafter, Blaze took naught two steps before tilting her head upwards to view the tunnel's ceiling with uncertainty. Unable to continue onward without feeding into her worry, the anxious princess rubbed her hands together to build up some heat, before pressing them both against the snow above her to pat it down and ensure it was more structurally sound in hopes of keeping the whole thing from collapsing. With each stride, Blaze patted her hands against another patch of snow, and forged onward at a speed no quicker than Ben could dig.
@york @BarrenThin @Crow @Yun Lee @MetalNova
@Afterlife
"Thank you...?" she muttered in a bemused tone thick enough to turn the short piece of etiquette into a question.
Moving on into the passageway shortly thereafter, Blaze took naught two steps before tilting her head upwards to view the tunnel's ceiling with uncertainty. Unable to continue onward without feeding into her worry, the anxious princess rubbed her hands together to build up some heat, before pressing them both against the snow above her to pat it down and ensure it was more structurally sound in hopes of keeping the whole thing from collapsing. With each stride, Blaze patted her hands against another patch of snow, and forged onward at a speed no quicker than Ben could dig.
@york @BarrenThin @Crow @Yun Lee @MetalNova
@Afterlife
