Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190407021551/@comment-26892768-20190408164639

"Yeah, I get it, completely understandable..." Diend trails off as the jet also transforms into a giant robot. He is now currently debating if he should stick around to figure out what the hell the deal with these two is or if he should go invisible and get the hell out of dodge.

"I had issues transforming myself, so it seems you're not alone on that front." The robot that was previously a jet - which seems to be female, from the sound of her voice at least - remarks as she looks over her hand. "The most logical conclusion is that something interfered with our ability to transform, if only for a moment."

And, back in the Metaverse, something promptly shoots out of the water, landing just outside the Palace.

The figure is humanoid, but it certainly isn't human. Rather than skin, it appears to be covered in an orangeish-red shell, covered in gray, cone-shaped barnacles that bear a strong resemblance to spikes of some kind. However, the shell is not the only protection it has; covering its chest is a black, metal chestplate, with flecks of orange all around like someone tried to spray-paint it, and a metal dome with the same color scheme and orange spikes extending from the back is bolted onto the top of the chestplate with large, rather obvious screws, serving to cover the head of the creature, with only a window of vision like a welder's mask allowing it to see. And in addition to all that, the figure is wearing massive gauntlets, which are primarily orange in color, save for the jet-black fingers, and have holes in them to allow the barnacles on the arms and palms to poke through.

And finishing all that off is a dial on the chestplate with an orange hourglass on it.

If Ben were around to see this figure, he'd be able to identify it as the alien he dubbed Water Hazard...albeit one that's a good deal more spiky than usual.

The figure, formerly known as the Great Warlord Ben Tennyson - although, for the sake of differentiating between this Ben and the Prime Ben the main group knows, we shall call this one Mad Ben - looks over at the side entrance and chuckles.

"Well, ''hello there..." ''Mad Ben, in his Orishan form, cracks his armored knuckles before going into the palace.