Asura blinked when M.S. pulled away after a few seconds. He kept forgetting her mind wasn't as advanced as his and she couldn't handle so much information so quickly. Still there was some progress on her next attempts to speak since it wasn't just verbal farts. His parents must have felt like this when he had first tried making any sound other than a wail. Relief, pride, and some excitement. While she continued to learn/play and the others played with Jason's new telepathy he started to think of what he wanted to try.

He already had respectable defenses, he had a power attack, he could change his look a little better, and he could go longer than other people. With his shapeshifting came numerous possibilities of dodging and escaping. So maybe he should think of a better escape or possibly ambush? He was a slime...so he should be able to find 'handholds' no other species could find. So with that he started to try and climb up the cliff he had dropped down from. He was doing his best to adhere to the outcropping with his body but who knew if it would work.

Of course while he was ding this Jason decided everyone was supposed to follow him. A minor annoyance considering he and M.S. had been doing fine on their own, they all didn't need to be butt buddies. Grumbling to himself he followed along, but made sure not to roll along like he normally did. No point facechecking the bonfire. Dead goblins, bonfire out, huge stash of mana crystals of...varieties? Interesting but still useless to the magicless slime.

Jason set about giving orders. While he spoke Asura was right back at trying to climb walls until his own name was spoken. [i][color=red]Who uses the word aggregate?[/color][/i] He thought, just call it dirt or gravel or whatever is actually dug up. Shaking his head he relayed the message to M.S. She'd do a better job considering she was so much larger than him. But he could do it in a smart way. Either way he didn't have anything to do until they actually started to dig. He wouldn't have the time to learn how to wall cling....but maybe he could do something else?

Gathering up loose gravel inside of himself he went over to a roundish rock a little smaller than himself. Spreading himself over it he started grinding the smaller rocks against it. Numerous rough rocks were rubbing, tapping, and spiraling against the larger rounded stone. He was trying to mimic how an industrial tunneling machine worked to hollow out the stone.