[Only once does Ariados look at Ren, clicking her pincers together with a close-eyed smile and a wriggle of the stingers on her back, almost like a mock wave of her own. She truly is a spoiled princess, and a glutton for attention and praise - the most affectionate and friendly of Guzma's team, hilariously enough. And were Ren to voice her desires for a silken thread of her own, the massive spider would see no issue in weaving her some. Hell, Ariados silk is used for beautifully designed and durable clothing in other regions. It's very high quality stuff.
But that's neither here nor there at the moment. The moment the words reach the pokemon still inside the ball, it shakes somewhat, but only when he's properly released does the much larger insect shake himself off and begin to groom his antennae with like long, more noodly arms. It gets cramped in there sometimes, and he's happy to be free to stretch and take care of himself and his shell. He looks around, sees the rope, sees everyone else holding it, and nods. Yes, yes, he knows this game. Picking up one end of the silken rope, he readies himself to begin pulling on the mark.
But. Then his eyes lock onto his trainer. And for a moment, the air around the pokemon tenses, and his eyes narrow into thin, dark slits. There's a deep rumble in his throat, claws gripping the braided silk rope tightly before he gives it a very swift, very hard yank. Neither Ariados or Guzma were ready, so they jerk forward a bit before digging in their heels and grunting loudly to stay on their feet.]
What the heck--?! Jeez, give us some warning!! [Thankfully, the two on the opposing side redouble their efforts, and their combined strength starts to tug the other two forward. Even Golisopod himself has to strengthen his steely grip, so as not to get pulled forward...thought he is growling and losing a few inches in the sand.]
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But that's neither here nor there at the moment. The moment the words reach the pokemon still inside the ball, it shakes somewhat, but only when he's properly released does the much larger insect shake himself off and begin to groom his antennae with like long, more noodly arms. It gets cramped in there sometimes, and he's happy to be free to stretch and take care of himself and his shell. He looks around, sees the rope, sees everyone else holding it, and nods. Yes, yes, he knows this game. Picking up one end of the silken rope, he readies himself to begin pulling on the mark.
But. Then his eyes lock onto his trainer. And for a moment, the air around the pokemon tenses, and his eyes narrow into thin, dark slits. There's a deep rumble in his throat, claws gripping the braided silk rope tightly before he gives it a very swift, very hard yank. Neither Ariados or Guzma were ready, so they jerk forward a bit before digging in their heels and grunting loudly to stay on their feet.]
What the heck--?! Jeez, give us some warning!! [Thankfully, the two on the opposing side redouble their efforts, and their combined strength starts to tug the other two forward. Even Golisopod himself has to strengthen his steely grip, so as not to get pulled forward...thought he is growling and losing a few inches in the sand.]