Molly Learned Smog!

Rebelle grunted as she shoved a partially disassembled fridge to the side of the cluttered hole in the rock which served as a store-room beneath the abandoned, run-down storefront which she had claimed as her home. She didn't know who had owned the building originally, but whoever it was had left behind piles of junk in the rusted out structure when they had left. Most of it had gotten shoved down the hatch into the hole beneath, out of sight out of mind after-all, but now that she finally had a use for the space she was starting to hate Past Rebelle for having put it off. As she dropped yet another box of random parts onto the pile she glanced over at where her partner, Molly, stood in the partially cleared circle in the middle of the room and pushed herself to keep working.

Molly was the reason why she was finally doing something with the space after living here for the past three years. Her partner was fiercely protective of her, as she had learned the hard way the last time she'd taken a job that sent her into the mountains around Brookfell, yet the tiny Pokemon lacked the ability to fight well enough to actually defend either of them. Rebelle felt her chest tighten at the memory of her poor Ferreanie's burnt and battered form following the encounter with the wild Slugma. Molly had been so confident that she could handle the Fire-type Pokemon, forgetting that she was no longer a Water-type Pokemon like she had been her entire life until she had encountered her Nera and become fused with a Ferroseed's DNA, and had defiantly ignored Rebelle's calls to retreat. Even with her new weakness to fire Molly had endured surprisingly well, but without any meaningful way to fight back it only a matter of time before the lava Pokemon had knocked her out. She had rushed the badly burnt Pokemon to the nearest Pokemon Center and while Molly had pulled through without any permanent harm Rebelle was determined to make sure that her friend and partner would be able to protect herself in the future. Catching her breath as she tossed the partial frame of a bicycle on top of the pile, she turned to Molly with a grin.

“Alright Molly, let's see what you got. I want you to take all that venom you got in there and turn it into a vapor for me.”

Rebelle knew that this was a bit of an ask for Molly; the Ferreanie had spent her entire life before she had become fused weaponizing her venom in liquid form underwater and now was being asked to instead vaporize it. Sure enough, her partner's first attempt just resulted in a spurt of liquid venom which splattered weekly onto the rock with little effect. The next few attempts took the form of different sprays of varying density and control, none of which managed a fine enough particulate to make a mist, let alone vapor. Finally, after several more fruitless attempts, Molly changed her approach. Instead of trying to spray the venom in a fine enough particulate to make a mist she instead took a deep breath and then sprayed the venom into her shut mouth. She then exhaled without opening her mouth, raising the pressure and heat of the venomous mist until finally she opened her mouth and released the pressurized contents as a ball of pale pinkish-purple vapor. With that success Rebelle let out a loud cheer.

“Hell yeah! Way to go Molly; now let's see if we can't turn that into a right weapon.”

With the hard part figured out, they began working out how to better propel the venomous vapor towards a target. After experimenting with a few different methods they settled on Molly lifting her tendrils as she inhaled and then bringing them down against her body as she exhaled to help push the vapor forward and in the direction of her target. Beaming with pride at her partner's ability to adapt and learn, Rebelle and Molly spent the rest of the day refining the accuracy of the attack and improving how fast Molly could perform it until they both felt confident that they could repeat the attack in battle.