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<span class="mu-r">“Maybe I can use my webs as a conduit to hold the charge while you sap it from a safe distance.”</span> you suggested. <span class="mu-r">“They’ve gotten more heat resistant as of late.”</span>
And they take longer to disintegrate, but you didn’t really want to publicize that sort of information.
Ember raised an eyebrow.
<span class="mu-r">“Would that even work?”</span> she asked, looking between you and Storm.
<span class="mu-b">“If we were to use another object as a lightning rod, and these ‘webs’ of his were connected to a grounded surface, I don’t see why not.”</span> Storm explained. <span class="mu-b">“We would just need to create enough pathways for these ‘conduits’ to evenly distribute the charge.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“We’d also need a lightning rod.”</span> Ember said.
At the same time, you and a few others turned to stare at the Angel Statue.
<span class="mu-r">“That could work.”</span>
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Thanks to your web-shaping ability, it wasn’t terribly hard for you to connect multiple weblines to the statue, all of them leading to web-stakes that you’d placed at even distances from one another and stuck into the ground around the fountain.
The Morlocks, and Screwball, watched with interest as you set all this up. Storm was also watching, albeit from much higher up, and Ember was nervously waiting near one of the stakes, her hand outstretched towards it.
Glass and Callisto, on the other hand, were taking advantage of this momentary distraction to have a private chat while Screwball wasn’t paying attention to them.
<span class="mu-b">“Are you ready?”</span> Storm asked, her voice somehow booming as it reverberated from where she floated up in the sky.
Those clouds around her were forming a little too fast for your liking. You could only imagine what everyone outside of the park was feeling.
<span class="mu-r">“Not really! But I’m guessing we’re gonna do it anyway.”</span> Ember shouted back.
<span class="mu-r">“Let her rip!”</span> you agreed.
Storm nodded and raised her arms above her head. The clouds rumbled and flashed ominously, giving you very little warning before a bolt of lightning streaked down from the sky and struck the angel statue. The bronze art piece flashed brightly, and arcs of electricity ran through your weblines, making them glow bright hot with the energy that was coursing through them.
Ember took a hasty step back, but she didn’t retract her hand. Instead, she forcefully got her breathing under control, and allowed the excess energy to flow up her arm. She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her jaw, but when she next opened them, they were glowing bright yellow.
Slowly, a layer of golden pixels formed over her clothes, reshaping them into another outfit entirely. Her sweats transformed into a pink and black-striped spandex bodysuit, with a small, low cut jacket that was only barely covering the armor padding over her chest. A pink half mask and a black visor formed over her face, leaving her colorful ponytail to flop around in the breeze.
It honestly wasn’t a bad first attempt at a suit.