Blinx 2-2: Blinx and You'll Miss It

Chapter 3: Remind, Rewind, Unwind

Following the "interrogation" of Bellow at the heart of the Aztec shrine to the Time Goddesses, and their loyal Sweeper guardians: Team Blinx (a name Blinx reluctantly despised, but the CEO insisted was necessary for team-cohesion (whatever that means)) found themselves with a conundrum: should they retrieve any of the relics for further study at the expense of losing more time, or should they priortize just the fragment of the Time-Crystal, that Bellow had so gaciously provided the location of.

It was up for Blinx to decide...

"Remind me again how you know the "exact" right spots to tickle, Blinx?" Spencer curiously fumbled, as he vicariously attempted to free his leg from the vines that had now plagued the once bustling plaza, and we all know how the saying with cats and being curious goes...

"Well... if I told you, it wouldn't be a secret: wouldn't it?" Blinx nodded partially as he slowly gestured towards his nose, and stuck his tongue out a playful manner, which only made Spencer's twitching eye issue much worse expectedly.

"Eugh... hey, Bellow? Mind tell me how much longer we got until we reach this here, Temple of yours?" he half-heartedly responded, still trampled by the thorough thrashing that his role-model had inflicted upon his former perfectly maintained coat, to the dapper of his now Tom-Tom of all people, companion.  A small price to pay for a now survivor of a two cold, but equally warm friendships tho.

"Deemo and the team weren't very discreet handling it... should be somewhere around behind these levers though!" Bellow narrowly recollected, whilst he wiped the waterfall from his creased brow, amongst the bristling heat of the Goddesses wraith: he'd prefer not to be cooked alive, like his bacon-bit boss was all too comfortable doing.

"Are you sure your buddies got out of that just fine? I wouldn't feel comfortable knowing if I did some real damage to the people you know. And did you say... levers?" Blinx's ears piqued in interest, and his head curved in modest wonder, which the Tom-Tom admittedly found pretty adorable coming from someone with such a ornate reputation. Toto was also reminded just how freakishly large they are for a cat, nevermind a Sweeper, and the chain of events that usually follows whenever they do.

"Uh... yeah: the people who build these things really like their smarts, I guess? Can never escape these levers round these parts, it's like somebody higher-up "there" made them for us or something... and don't worry about the others! It's Benito you gotta worry about: he's one tantrum away from a heart attack!" Bellow mellowed (it rhymes) to his husky, stumbling teammates (did he just call the mother of all Sweepers his teammate... the heat must really do be getting to him) as the ground only grew more course, and the air more hollow the longer they marched through through the marvelous display of a passage before them, to a dead end.

"...Blinx, we can't waist our times with levers, and dohickies: we've already wasted enough time even getting to this place, and we haven't been picking up all the nice looking treasure they have here... you know, for research?" If it was one thing that never failed to escape Toto, it was the smell of lavish time, and the rewards that followed, but Blinx remained still in a transfixed, lucid state of wonder, as his plasma eyes lit brighter than they ever had before.

"You two inspect the surroundings, and retrieve anything you find interesting for deciphering: I'm gonna see what these levers do!" Blinx candidly pounced to the top of the ruins faster than any cat nor Tom-Tom had ever rose before, as Spencer and Toto remained in good company with the trinkets of old, and the friends of new, who speaking of which: chose to remain standing petrified at the sight of a Tiki statue skewed against the bowls of the disappearing traps before him.

"Sure-thing, Mr. B1Q64!" Spencer teased as Blinx's ears began to shrivel, and his voice become frail.

"....No problem"

"Hey, Blinx, this is the Operator!" the beeping prompted from Blinx's Sweeper peeved an unsettling, and uncharacteristic sight from the usually docile kitty, as he unloaded his PDA within, and woefully meandered...

"If this is about the puzzles round here, then with all intents and surprises: can we just skip to the chase?" The sullen tone in Blinx's voice, and the stern choice of words had taken the Operator slightly aback, as to him Blinx had demonstrated nothing but the best of patience, and passion (fairly refreshing for him after dealing with Picaro's snark) for the job he inhabitated.

"Uh... yeah, sure: we've got Duke in the ruins below searching for that resounding source of energy, we pinpointed somewhere towards the Temple of your facility. It should be close to to the Pyramid in the distance: can you see it from your current vantage point?" The Operator briefly stammered, but manged to compose himself just in time for Blinx to finish surveying his surroundings: confronting him with what was perhaps the greatest shadow he's ever lived in since he was in the Academy back in the day.

"Yeah, it's kinda hard to miss... heh!" Blinx's trembling voice, folding ears, and almost dismal expression began to worry the Tom-Tom watching far below, subsequently jealous of the more tasteful view up he had up there than he has down here, but the brief glimpses of what appears to be a scissery figure distant in the cloudy horizon contined to distract the resourceful Sweeper team (the heat must be worse than he thought).

"What are you looking at, Bellow?" Toto asked suspiciously, but Bellow continued to gaze further into the half-destroyed Moon, as if it was calling him.

"These Tom-Toms are weeeeeird..."

Blinx in the meanwhile began to prevail over whatever hesitation his expectations had given him, and his charismatic smile naturally returned to his face as he was met with the perfect sight of the galaxies swirling in the nightsky above the fabled levers of time.

"Oh, and Blinx... I know what you're like with those switches around the arena, so I want you to not do anything funny, ok?" The Operator hesitantly, but boldly reaffirmed to his life-long comrade, as Blinx began to translate the language upon the slabs before him.

"Hmmm, let's see: left for "destroy the plaza", and right for "deactivate the plaza" pfft.. as if I'm ever going to go with the left option..." Blinx thwarted as his hands instincitvely gravitated towards the lesser-option, and he found himself barraged by an incessantly angry voice on his PDA, by an even more angry Time-Sweeper just below him... as Blinx found the ground beneath him shifting, and the diabolical stares of everyone aimed solely at him (luckily for you you can't speak Time-Language, or this would be an M-rated piece, or can you?)

"Uh oh"