Hammerlocke Aluminum

PEFE!Every: I will confess that my plan at this point involved a presupposition of Sharptooth's assistance.

Ever: Mine required razor-sharp improvisational skills from the person giving directions to both Pokemon on my side.

PEFE!Every: ...

Ever: So good news, we're still in the clear. Trust me?

PEFE!Every: No.

Ever: Trust yourself?

PEFE!Every: ...Is this whole thing meant as some kind of object lesson?

Ever: Obviously. Look, I saw your battle at Ballonlea.

PEFE!Every: Uh...

Ever: It was really cool. I mean, seriously. It would have been a total shame to have missed it.

PEFE!Every:

Ever: Just. Really lame and embarrassing.

PEFE!Every:

Ever: My point is that you're better than just a preprogrammed strategy, okay? You can figure this out.

Raihan: Hey, challenger! You're gonna have to send out a new Pokemon, or—

Ever: Alright, time's up. Let's wrap this.

-they send out-

Glimmer: <...Well. Death comes for everyone, I guess.>

DURALUDON: <It does feel a bit like protracted murder.>

Ever: Aw, don't be morbid. Glue Trap.

Glimmer: <...Uh. If you think it'll work.>

-she swells slightly, and then abruptly deflates, wax spilling in every direction as she rushes DURALUDON-

Glimmer: (high-pitched squeaky voice) <It's a good day to die!>

PEFE!Every: What—

Ever: C'mon, Pef. You've got this.

Got what? What's their plan here?

Raihan: Cut her off! Earth Power!

Why Acid Armor? That's meant for physical attacks. They had to know that Earth Power was coming...

PEFE!Every: Guard her!

Rotary: <On it!>

-he whirls out onto the battlefield, spinning around Glimmer as she charges-

Maybe that's the point? To get Rotary as backup while they make it to Duraludon?

Glimmer: <Hi! Come to die too?>

Rotary: <Please stop saying die.>

Raihan: Steelspike! No more Ice Beams, Claydol!

DURALUDON: <Heh. This was fun, I guess.>

-the air crackles again-

-the ground too, as Sandaconda preps his attack-

If Rotary's too close, the attack will hit Glimmer as well, and we'll lose in a—

Oh.

I think I disagree that this couldn't have been communicated in some way.

PEFE!Every: Rotary, make some distance!

Rotary: <But—>

PEFE!Every: Now!

-Rotary zooms away from Glimmer-

Glimmer: <Eh. Coward.>

DURALUDON: <Don't think that'll help you! I'm faster than I look!>

Rotary: <It would seem almost axiomatic that you would be.>

-Duraludon stomps after Rotary-

-who zips under his legs-

DURALUDON: <Out of curiosity, how many people do you think try that? Like, daily?>

-the source of the crackle moves towards DURALUDON's leg, he lifts it-

-Sandaconda lets out a screeching hiss, the ground cracking in a thin line to cut Glimmer off from DURALUDON-

-a sigil forms under her-

-DURALUDON stomps down at Rotary-

PEFE!Every: Ally Switch.

-the ground erupts under Rotary, whose many eyes glow as it's redirected away from him-

-and Glimmer appears under DURALUDON's foot and is crushed instantly-

DURALUDON: <...Okay.>

DURALUDON: <...Ow?>

-as tendrils of wax wrap around DURALUDON's leg, holding him fast-

Edited by memyselfandI2 on Mar 8th 2021 at 7:35:28 AM

Mementos

Daze cracks her knuckles, despite the fact that she's probably not going to actually be directly touching Marie. Probably.

Mementos

-Songstress looks around.-

Songstress: <In the general vicinity, or are we taking the train?>

Natural History Museum, Salem Time

Jane: Ugh, what a pig.

A mysterious mental voice: ~I'm right here.~

Jane: Tough luck, but you're forgetting one thing.

The meowth hissed.

Jane: I have a dark type with me right now. Kiri, you might want to give this one a pass. Fred. Felicia, you know what to do.

Kiri returns to the ball.

Felicia: ~Uh, Psych. Let's get this over with, impostor. I'll tilt this battle in favor of my little otter friend here. Heeeere doggy doggy doggy doggy.~

Felicia uses taunt on the houndoom.

Something's not quite right with that Alolan meowth. It's like she's talking to Salem.

Meanwhile.

Jane, mentally so Felicia can hear: ~Fel, take it easy and focus. Kiri, Porker, and Fetch have got this.~

Felicia: ~Wherever you're ready then.~

Kiri, the now-balled girafarig: Don't worry Mr. Ian. We do psychic interference; we use it in case any villain who has ways of sensing auric spectrum energy may want to track Mr. Petersen. Usually Felicia does that but we're taking her slack since she'll be kicking this guy's ass. Yeah. We know and she knows.~

Natural History Museum, Malacostra Time

Malacostra: As my Hunter's Guild mentor Uncle Delta always told me, always be prepared.

Mal turns on the heater in her suit. Seriously, what can't it do?

Malacostra: Lads and lasses, forget the damned kabuto. It's not worth our time anyway. Get yourselves here. We've collected enough.

DiGiorno, the Parasect: <Well if you told us that earlier, Larry and I wouldn't have spent a good part of our time spritzing after a ninjask. We are getting very, very tired.>

Lawrence, the crawdaunt: <Agreed. This is a waste of our energy.>

Malacostra: I know that was back-talk, Gio. Get your mushroom ass in here. We have work to do.

Gimbal looked flattered.

Gimbal: <Ah, a more distinguished fellow. Well, if you can spare a bit of time and energy, here's the plan. She's got insulation inside her armor. This is why she's been able to no-sell literally every electric attack we've tried. But insulation can only slow down electricity. A big enough shock can burn through it and cause massive damage. But to do that, we need to go all Prism Rangers and combine our electric power. We could produce enough electricity to burn out her circuits.>

She pauses. Not that she needed to breathe, but because being a Motor Mouth loses the listener's attention in any language.

Gimbal: <All that energy will burn through the insulation and overload her circuits. That should negate the need for further physical action. She'll be hot under the collar and trapped in her clunky armor!>

The drapion manages to pierce the Crabominable, who faints. Malacostra sees this and summons Sebastian back into his ball. That's one down. The disoriented Kingler manages to reach his trainer, albeit none too worse for wear. He too returns to the ball.

Malacostra: Well, looks like you folks made a mess. I'll be taking that lileep, little lady. If you don't mind.

She looks at a tracking device in her suit.

Malacostra: Perfect. Khephry!

Khephry, a tiny dwebble, walks in and fires a rock blast at Yuki. From behind. No Honor Among Thieves, indeed.

Meanwhile, the Barbaracle arrives with a bunch of stuff, as does the Golisopod. The Golisopod seems a bit worse for wear, having been pelted a couple of times by the kabuto he had to flip over. Three bags full of fossils. More than enough. But if she could get those other two back in fighting form, she can clean this place out (or have enough hands to defend her horde and take the lileep and kabuto).

Malacostra: Yeah, enough games, kids. Only a matter of time until the bad guy wins. You'd be surprised about how frighteningly often we win. Billy, Khepry, take the frosslass out. I have no use for the Luxray. Take that other kabuto. The coppers will probably want in soon, but no matter, the chopper's arriving in ten minutes.

From Malacostra's intercom, she hears a familiar voice:

Sokar: Less than that! Mal, our rides a comin'. We should get going soon.

Malacostra: Roger that, Sokar. Tell that kid to take what he can and rendezvous with us upstairs at the roof access. Now, let me show you why you shouldn't follow me.

She takes a gun-like object and points it menacingly at the Luxray, Gimbal, Yuki, and Drake. Drake tries to make an intimidating look with his eyes, in a rather vain attempt to unnerve the supervillainness.

Malacostra: I'll show you kids why you really, really shouldn't mess with the likes of me.

Suddenly, two polymers, similar to the one released by Mothra earlier, latch onto Malacostra's glove, mere moments before she pulls the trigger. The polymer (actually two different polymers, one synthetic, the other from a spinarak) redirects the hand and the beam it fires. It hits a roast sirfetch'd served with a side of spring onions—which immediately turns into an unappetizing, petrified mess.

Malacostra and her group leers at the superhero hanging atop the ledges of the gallery. The bright form-fitting full-body outfit he wore was in the colors of a shiny ariados, which came with an almost tacticool metallic sheen. The spinarak he hung out with wore a pair of shades and strangely was also colored like a shiny ariados.

Arachna-Guy: Kid's right, Mal. You really should pay attention to your museum etiquette.

Malacostra: Arachna-Guy! Wait! Weren't you in Castelia? Why're you here in Wyndon all of a sudden?

Arachna-Guy: I'll take any chance to piss you off, Mal. Be it near the [Hudson] or the [Thames]. Now, would you excuse me, these fellas and I have a robbery to stop.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Nov 9th 2022 at 10:21:06 AM

Stow-on-Side, Market

While Star slowly ate the chocolate kiss, Sergey leaned back, looking into the sky

Sergey: "True, yeah. The landscape really is nice to wander in - but say, may I ask you the same? What brings you to Galar?"

After having asked that, Sergey fed another cube to each of his Pokémon, vanilla for Loran and rosewater for Sylvaine only for him to suddenly facepalm

Sergey: "Say, did I ever even tell you my name?"

He asked before answering his own question

Sergey: "I... don't think I did, so... hello, I'm Sergey"

Having said that, Sergey extended a hand over to Star

CW for racism and some misogyny.

Mementos, Monochromatic Path

-To Songtress, pointing ahead-

No, she's right here.

Shadow!Marie: -Noticing us- I guess you were the pack of ethnics who sent that message to my office.

-Noticing me in particular since my mask hides the least of my face-

Oh, one of you.

Well that's a great sign.

Marie Lambrakis, you will stop your racebaiting and child abuse, or we'll just skip to the violence.

Shadow!Marie: -To me, sarcastically- You talk well, you're a real credit to your race aren't you? Well, I think I'll do whatever I want and need to keep my power, and my kids are none of your business. Most of you can't even raise your kids right anyway.

Ariadne: -Angrily- <Tagg's been a better parent to us than you are to your kids!>

Ariadn-

Shadow!Marie: Tagg? The supposed J-Team leader, that's your name? Shouldn't you be whoring it up with that monkey girl those newspapers say you're in bed with?

-Is getting visibly displeased-

Shadow!Marie: -Laughing mockingly- Did I strike a nerve? Are the tabloids right and you also have some [Asian] side chick too? Guess you'll be their, what do you blacks call it, their baby daddy soon enough?

Pink: <You're saying all that stuff, but your kids aren't white, what's the big difference?>

Shadow!Marie: Please, my kids are nothing like the filthy blacks you see in Castelia and Opelucid.

Edited by rmctagg09 on Mar 9th 2021 at 7:36:21 AM

Stow-on-Side Stadium Entrance Room

Kim: "Indeed I do." (She returns Boseman.) "I've been reading up on the concept of Mega Evolution recently, and I must say it is astounding."

Floccessy Ranch

Grohl: <Oh. Okay.> (then, to Hoops) <Hope you feel better!>

(He returns to his PokeBall, and Kim gets up and smiles over at the Ampharos family.)

Kim: "Thank you so much. Both of you."

Ampharos A: <Oh, no, thank you! We got so worried about Grohl when he was blown away by that gust of wind; we thought we wouldn't see him again!>

Kim: "My pleasure." (She turns back towards the group.) "Shall we be heading back towards the Wild Area? You know me; I need to get a full picture of Grohl's personality before I can write a profile."

???

Kim: "I would assume so. Come on, Ian."

Mementos, Monochromatic Path

Daze has quietly decided maybe she will be making some direct contact today.

"Wow, you didn't even try to hide how terrible you are huh? Then again this is the world of the unconscious or whatever, I guess that's to be expected."

Mementos

-Songstress is suddenly very glad her trainer's injuries forced her to stay home for this Mementos dive.-

Songstress: <Don't waste your words on her. We're better than that, no?>

-Songstress lifts her veil.-

Songstress: <Come now, Footpad. Let us show her the consequences of her twisted worldview.>

Silas turned to the others, blinked, and then back to Rowan and Bill, <Well... if there is anything we can do to help. We'd be happy to, if not, this has been an... interesting little detour.>

The Pen manifested behind the two and grinned at Gale, Guess it coulda been worse, one of them could have been a shapeshifter bent on eating your skin.

It laughed, How's the drink by the way? Think we should grab some to market back home?

Gale's message-box would receive one new voice call, a recorded message sent by someone from her sponsors at Rocket Records.

"Gale, baby! I heard the Masterfood guys didn't care much for your stuff from that other world. Problems I get, the guys at Asimov are a little worried as they were banking on getting some more new hires with it, but this isn't the end. I may have a little something something.

See I got this big idea that hit me recently, I've been looking at some series that seem to have a semi-narrative going on and then I looked at the popularity of your streams and it hit me. Friend I want to make you an offer, your own narrative driven cooking show, I've got a writing team ready, a blank cheque if you will.

Swing by Wydon and ask for me at our local office, we can talk what we want to do, but keep in mind that this will be your production. Anything you want, any risk you want to take, whatever story you want to tell. Hit me up and I can get my teams together and we can work on marketing it, imagine, Gale among the stars!"

Gio never did anything by half measure did he?

Space Bar 13

-Gale took a slurp of her drink-

Eh, it tastes like generic off-brand cola so nothing we don't have at home. But it's been a while since I've had a sugary drink so hey.

Rowan the barman: <I think we're fine. If the fleet passes and NT still hasn't turned up we could just send a distress beacon.>

Bill the doctor: <Or ship ourselves back to Central Command on the auto-cargo.>

Rowan: <Quite the reckless suggestion Mr Bergson.>

Bill: <Mister Croft, you wound me!>

-The two laugh-

Mementos

-Oh hey guess who's here-

Anthem: <Mmmmkay. Putting aside the fact that you're probably making a lot of assumptions about how human a bunch of this group is, I really want to punch you in the face. Unfortunately that's not how we do in the Metaverse so, Eris!>

-She summons her Persona-

Anthem: <... I guess I should ask our expedition leader though. Footpad, can Eris punch this racist in the face?>

Professional Correspondance

-Gale sits there, listening over the message a few times. This was... An opportunity, expanding the ol' brand as it were. The thought left her giddy as she sent back a reply in text-

Edited by Pentigan on Mar 10th 2021 at 12:43:20 AM

Museum Brawl

VS Salem

Me: Oshawittle, Felicia will assist you against Salem's Houndoom. I'll be right back!

Oshawittle: <I won't let you down!>

Salem: Heh... You Fool! HELGA!

-One of Salem's Poké Balls open and out comes Helga, his other, female, and more powerful Houndoom.-

Salem: Bold of you to assume that I only have ONE Houndoom! Now, Helga! Use Nasty Plot!

-Helga looks Salem, then at Oshawittle and Felicia, thinking all sorts of nasty things and comes up with a plan to defeat the both of them.-

-Ian tries to run past Salem and his small pack of Houndooms.-

Salem: Oh no, you don't! You are not leaving!

-Salem fires a shot from his Petrifier at Ian, which Ian dodges by jumping over it like it was a barrel. Ian then runs off to find a bathroom.-

VS Malacostra

-The heat emanating from Malacostra's armor is starting to get to Yuki...-

Yuki: -slowly weakening- <Atsui na...>^Translation So hot...

-And then Yuki feels a sharp pain, as though someone had the idea to strike her in the back with a rock. The sucker punch knocks Yuki to the ground and it's apparent that she's not doing too well.-

Yuki: -weakened, but enraged- <Kuso...>^Translation Damn you...

Evelyn: -worried- Yuki-san!

Yuki: <I-I'll be fine... Evelyn-san... Don't worry about me... That Lileep needs protecting...>

Evelyn: I can't allow you to do that, Malacostra! Anyone who sides with Team Flarites does NOT deserve to win! NO WAY, NO HOW!!

-Evelyn uses her psychic powers to lift a chair and slaps Malacostra across the face with it in a fit of rage. She then gently picks the Lileep up from its tank and contacts it telepathically.-

Evelyn: -telepathically to Lileep- ~Lileep... Can you hear me?~

Gimbal's Plan

Piku-chan: <Prism Rangers? I like the way you think, ma'am!>

-Piku-chan discharges a couple of sparks to indicate that he's ready to go.-

Bathroom

-In the bathroom, Ian changes out of his dress and back into his Entralink Arc clothing, because shorts are comfy and easy to wear.-

Me: I sure missed this outfit... Now...

-Ian then raises the arm with his Xtransceiver on it and speaks the code phrase.-

Me: BIRD GO!!!

-Ian's Xtransceiver shines with a rainbow light, illuminating the whole of the bathroom. When the light dies down, Ian transformed into Ian the Pikipek, fledgeling superhero of the year 2019.-

-Ian the Pikipek rushes out of the bathroom, but not before washing his hands. Because he's not evil.-

Return to Battle

Ian the Pikipek: I heard from a friend that you stole his look...

Salem: Huh? Who do you think you are?

Ian the Pikipek: To an evildoer such as yourself, I'm Your Worst Nightmare... Oshawittle! Use Aqua Jet!

-Oshawittle nods to Ian the Pikipek as he surrounds himself in water and pushes forward, slamming into Kuro.-

Stow-on-Side Stadium, Lobby

Me: That sounds so cool!

Evelyn: A good number of Pokémon have a sort of evolutionary form beyond their final evolution stage... including Pokémon like Axon...

Floccessy Ranch

Me: Of course we'll go back... once Hoops deals with their motion sickness...

Evelyn: -petting Hoops on the back- There there, Hoops... It'll be okay...

????, Outside Mementos Gates

Me: Well... Let's-a go...

-Ian follows Kim as she decides to walk down the Monochromatic Path of Mementos. Who knows what they will find...-

Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 9th 2021 at 9:11:24 AM

Stow on Side

-she nods in agreement to Sergey's statement-

Star: Work, family and the Gym Challenge, not necessarily in that order but definitely trying to do it all at once. Actually just wrapped up in Ballonlea, but I decided to stop by here before heading to Circhester. -she smiles- Turned out to be a good idea.

Star: Nice to meet you, Sergey. I'm Star. -she reaches out, shaking Sergey's hand-

Mementos, Monochromatic Path

-To Anthem, with a calmness I'm not exactly feeling-

Sure, but you'll have to get in line.

-Sharply, as I summon Mokele-Mbembe-

Lambrakis, I'm gonna pound your white supremacist ass into the dirt worse than I backhanded that Kalosian Nazi.

Shadow!Marie: -Mockingly- How amusing, I guess I can play with your little menagerie for a while.

-The area starts getting a bit... chilly-

Shadow!Marie: Now, things are gonna get a little    messy!   

-Shadow!Marie's body then melts into shadow and reforms into what appears to be a horned Froslass frozen to the ground within a Turtonator-esque ice shell-

Oh, that's    much    better.

-She's joined by two demons that appear to have the bodies of Houndoom, but in place of their heads and necks is a light green flame-

Shadow!Marie Hailfire Queen: Now my pets, fetch me their    souls!   

-The two demons start rushing towards the party, as the Hailfire Queen fires a Flamethrower towards my direction in particular-

Edited by rmctagg09 on Mar 9th 2021 at 8:41:12 AM

Space Bar

Shutter: <Think they've got anything with Theobrombine? I'm in a hot choccy mood.>

Phineas: <I wouldn't recommend it. Don't ask how I know; the experiment was my coworker Liz's idea.>

Shutter: <Ugh. Mad scientists. What about caffeine?>

Phineas: <Just drink half a cup stay under a spectrum lamp afterward and you will be fine.>

Edited by MasterJayAM on Mar 9th 2021 at 10:04:41 PM

<We got chocolate back on the ship, Hacks keeps an entire hoard of chocolate products,> Stylus told Shutter.

<I think I'll be fine, could we get the stuff to go? We really must be continuing on our journey.>

Faction Offices, Orre

-Alice chuckles. It's a casual, unrestrained noise, in contrast to her somewhat beleaguered appearance.-

Alice: I can't say I would complain. That said, there is always work to be done. If you are going to be staying and are happy to help out, would you care to assist Mook and Val with their efforts? They're currently looking at a data dump that could implicate several Orren police officers of collusion with a snatcher ring... only problem being, there's a lot of files to go over.

Faction Offices

-Kai puts a finger to her chin in mock-thoughtfulness-

Kai: Hmmm... I think I might be able to manage that. At least it'll pass the time, and I've got something — someone — to look forward to afterward.

-She grins-

Stow-on-Side, Market

Sergey gave a smile, shaking Star's hand.

Sergey: "You got yourself a full plan then, Star, I do hope you manage to do it all - b-but say, if you don't mind me asking, what would be the work that drove you here?"

While the two talked, Sylvaine nuzzled into Sergey's lap and relaxed while Loran chirped happily, hopping down to run around a bit, coming to a rest close to Star's leg and lightly bumping into it.

Edited by Sergey_Smirnov on Mar 10th 2021 at 12:17:26 PM

Mementos

-Songstress, utterly nonplussed, summons Amphirite in a burst of blue flame.-

Songstress: <Show them your voice, dear.>

-Amphirite clears her throat and belts out an operatic shout, the soundwaves condensing into waves of water.-

Space Bar 13

-Rowan Croft has already put a takeout cup of hot chocolate on the bar top-

Rowan Croft: <Alright then, fare the well travelers.>

Bill Bergson: <Remember this day well, where you faced a ruthless agent of the Syndicate and lived.>

Rowan Croft: <Oh come off it. You haven't hurt a [fly analogue].>

-The two laugh-

Mementos, Punching A Racist

-Anthem rolls her eyes at the dramatic little outburst and transformation sequence-

Anthem: <Mkay Snow White. Eris, just like hecking punch her already!>

-Her Pokesona nods and charges in, brandishing the golden apple like a weapon-

Monochromatic Path

(Kim looks ahead— and suddenly sees something happening. She smirks.)

Kim: "Well. This should be really fun."

Museum Gala

Luxray looks at the smaller pokemon readying their attacks and sighs inwardly. He is getting too old for the enthusiasm of these youngsters. That doesn't mean however that he won't let it rub off on him. He raises his tail and allows an electric charge to run through his body. It gathers in his mane, crackling in his ears. He nods to the others, indicating that he is ready to unleash his Discharge whenever they are ready.

Hoops surveys the room. Malacostra's pokemon are either unconscious or retreating, which should be a victory. But she is getting away with a load of fossils, which means that once again unless they can stop her now she's getting away.

Hoops: Malacostra! You won't escape me again!

Before they can run towards her, Cof appears from the ground.

Cof: <Woah, there, boss! Not so fast, you gotta take the time to smell the roses by the way. Besides, take a look, the electric team have got it covered.>

He appears behind his trainer and begins massaging their muscles.

Cof: <Just relax, muchacho. Sit down and let all your worries fade away. Or don't, this is still a combat zone after all.>

Hoops hesitates, then raises their pokeballs and recalls everyone except for Luxray and Cof. Ninjask hands them Cof's fossil before being recalled, which they hold onto awkwardly.

Hoops: Finish it, Luxray!

Flocessy Ranch

Hoops stands up, clearly still quite sick.

Hoops: Don't wait. Just go now. I'd rather be sick all in one go rather than feel better and have to feel like that all over again. Let's go, teleport away!

They pump one fist in the air, which looks as unconvincingly optimistic as it does cheesy.

Kec: <I'd ask if you're sure, but I know you are. Thank you for the help, Miss Evelyn.>

Edited by theoncominghoop on Mar 10th 2021 at 1:10:43 PM

Stylus stepped back onto the Wing and took off his scarf, stretching a bit as he resumed human form. "Bishop, kindly dust us off and take us to the next calculated Beacon."

"Of course Captain," came the reply.

Snakeye held up the drink order, <That was... unique.>

~What was it like?~ Hacks asked.

Silas and Snakeye shot him a look, Roxy sighed, "We got a long ways to go right? Sector 5 is where we need to meet?"

Silas nodded, "I'll be in the kitchen prepping Dinner. Gale if you want help, feel free."

Natural History Museum, Malacostra Time, before the chair strike

A rope and ladder drop down from the broken skylight. Malacostra surreptitiously hangs the three fossil bags onto the rope. She meanwhile, grabs the ladder. Her remaining team gathers near her.

Malacostra: Face it, Arachna-Guy, you and these civilians are too late to stop me.

Arachna-Guy: Oh hoh hoh, hear that Aranos. Someone's been cavorting with the wingnuts. You've been very naughty.

Malacostra: I'd like to think I did the constabulary a favor by leaving them to be arrested.

Arachna-Guy: Yeah, I'd have thought you'd have standards, y'know, not work with them at all.

Malacostra: I'm not gonna be judged by some fashion victim.

Arachna-Guy: What? Yellow's complement is purple! You know nothing of art.

She slices off the polymers with her built-in cutters and proceeds to point her petrifier at Arachna-Guy.

Malacostra: Oh but I do. For starters, did you know that you'd look really good as a lawn ornament?

Arachna-Guy: Thanks, I work out.

He and his spinarak, Aranos, start hopping off as she begins firing.

Natural History Museum, Malacostra Time, after the chair strike

The chair to the face however, took her off guard. She missed. From a ledge, Arachna-Guy and Aranos give Evelyn a thumbs up.

Malacostra: I have no time for you, young lady. The superhero and I have a score to settle.—

Arachna-Guy: Uh you won those engagements.

Malacostra: I like my winning streak with you not winning. And maybe our little lady here and her friends won't be so much trouble if they were frozen in place!

She quickly points the gun at Evelyn. Before she could fire, Aranos fired a blob of web into Malacostra's mouth. Within a split second, Arachna-Guy fired another polymer thread at the petrifier and flung it to the sky.

Arachna-Guy: No you don't. And that's the end of that.

While she was distracted, it was time.

Gimbal: <Shock her now!>

Gimbal fires an electro ball and Drake an Electroweb at Malacostra. The proximity of the remaining mons mean that all but Khepry, a dwebble, are affected in the radius.

Lileep: <Take me with you. My friend and I can help.>

The kabuto next to the lileep salutes at Evelyn. The lileep jumps on the kabuto's back. They leave the aquarium.

Aranos and Arachna-Guy fire polymers at the bags to keep them from ascending. In the confusion, there remains an opportunity to cut off at least one of the low-hanging fossil bags. But they'd need to fall gently.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Mar 11th 2021 at 6:25:26 PM