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Ben d'Tarkanan      Sharn is a city which has expanded largely on vertical axes. Its towers rise high into the air. So, too, do its depths extend deep below the surface. To get to the place where Ghostwalk Spiders tend to nest is arduous two-and-a-half hour trek.

     It is arduous, not for its duration, but for the nature of the Cogs. The uppermost tunnels are the heart of Sharn's industrial machine. The complex honeycombs which form this level are dim and hot, with dirty air that can't be good for the beings who are forced to live and work here. This is the easier part.

     The hard part is harder because no one was intended to live in the next level down--the sewers. A light source (or Ben's darkvision) is all but necessary here. If you thought the acrid chemical air of the upper Cogs was bad, this place will likely be terrible. Even hiding your nose under your shirt, or with your hand, the stench of this sprawling city's garbage and waste is strong, and just short of nauseating.

     To make matters worse, your 'destination' isn't your actual destination. Ben has led you to a small group of furtive goblins, who send one of their number to lead you to your actual location--a tunnel which leads to the Depths. This is the most difficult part. The goblin expects of you utter mimicry in his path, and the reason soon becomes clear.

     This tunnel is fraught with traps, both man-made and those simply resulting from centuries of neglect. The goblin leads you to the exit of the tunnel, but will go no further. As were his fellows, he is wordless by choice--a member of one particular clan of 'cellar dwellers' who take a vow of silence and pacifism, Ben explains.

     You're on your own, until you're ready to leave. The goblin will not venture into the Depths--he seems wary of them in that way that only a local can be.
Guzma Guzma travels along quietly, following the goblin's every path - he doesn't want to get hit by traps because he has like, one hit point.

At the end of the path, holding his noise to not have to smell things, Guzma nods to the goblin, but says nothing. Instead, he talks to Ben and Majima. "So, ghostwalk spiders, huh? This is gonna be great. Let's bring out my first and currently only spider to help."

Guzma grabs a Pokeball and sends it spinning out. Ariados comes out, the large red spider immediately skulking about in front of Guzma, as they start out of the tunnel. "Scout ahead. Chitter if you find anything." Ariados chitters, and then heads off far faster than the group can, splitting them into 'main party' and 'scouting'.

"So, Majima. You ever fight giant spiders before?"
Majima Goro     Majima is willing to follow the goblin. That said, you cannot stop him from dancing a little back and forth along the way, with the occasional quiet 'ha cha cha'. "Ahhh. ...Fuck is with this place, eh? Hive world smelled than this shit." His head shakes, and he gives Guzma an exasperated look.
"...Eh. There was some kinda bullshit I went out with Prissy and that kid from the Bastion for once. Think that was some giant-ass frog, but I figger it can't be too different."
Ben d'Tarkanan      The goblin is most confused by Majima's antics, his green features twisted into a bewildered, concerned frown--but somehow, he makes it through, ha cha chas and all.

     "Sadly, Master Majima, many in Sharn believe that in order for some to be comfortable, others must live in squalor. The smell in the upper Cogs is that of industry--forge-fires, coal coke, and other such things. I'm sure I don't need to tell you from where the stink of our sewers comes, but the Depths... this stale air is unknown to me."

     "But, forgive me. I've forgotten not everyone can see as well in darkness as I." Ben raises his left arm, pointing his fingers up and away. A multicolored swarm of lights, softly chiming, flies from his fingertips. The lights slowly drift up to the roof of the room. "Incredible, isn't it?"

     You are standing in a large cavern, the roof of which appears to have formed from centuries of cooling magma. It's gone from 'pitch darkness' to 'dim', so you can at least see where you're going now. The ground beneath you appears to have once been a busy street. It is now slanted at a slight angle, as if this part of the old city (be it old Sharn or older Shaarat) broke off and fell a ways. Around you, there are buildings--storefronts, homes, other businesses--in various states of disrepair, long-unlit lanterns at regular intervals, some fallen from their posts and shattered upon the ground. Behind you, there is, of course, the goblin--and there is also evidence that, at some point after this cataclysm, the way here was paved over. That tunnel you came in through appears to have broken through a brick wall which doesn't match the style of the streets or buildings here.

     Ariados chitters, a ways in the distance. The pokemon hasn't found spiders, but it has found a grisly sight. Skeletons, bleached white, two groups, perhaps a hundred yards or so from their current location. One group was heavily armed and armored, apparently part of some military outfit as their equipment is all of similar construction. The other group appears to have been killed defending some sort of garrison. By contrast, few of this second group is well equipped--they mainly wield farm tools and only a few of them have armor, most instead wearing the clothes of common folk, if not peasants.
Majima Goro     Majima's brow raises. "...Yeah, I was thinkin' maybe 'bout askin' the fuck I was supposed ta be doin' if I couldn't see, yeah?" He taps his head, clicking his tongue once or twice.

"...Ya know, this's kinda lookin' like ya need one of those renovation projects. ..'fore ya ask, nah, I'm not bringing Majima Construction down inta this shithole." He laughs, slapping himself on the side a little. Guzma's got the scouting dealt with, of course, so he's just mostly following along so any ambushing force, like, say, the thing spiders do---well, it'd be unfortunate if Guzma got caught unawares. Majima's his superior officer. Keeping him safe is the *job*.
Guzma "I think frogs and spiders are absolutely different! Like, holy crud!" Guzma exclaims at that, but just laughs it off. As they get a light, he nods, appreciative that he cn see and not have to rely on Ariadaos or a cellphone light.

As Ariados chitters, Guzma heads in their direction, and kneels next to skeleton. "If I was in the International Police, this is the part where I'd tell you what happened here. Sadly, this is the part where I tell you thata I think the rich jerks killed the poor jerks when they got all uppity." He waves over the clothes. "That's poor men clothes. They ain't shopping at Nordstrom. You know anything about this, Ben?"

If there isn't an immediate ambush, Ariados is pet on the heada and then sent further to do the same again, unless something else interesting comes up over here, at leaast.
Ben d'Tarkanan      Ben smiles slightly, at Majima. He points with a thumb over his shoulder at the attempt to conceal this part of the Depths. "I daresay someone else had the same idea, though I doubt their work would hold up to yours. Nevertheless, Master Majima, I am glad of both your assistance and your jibes." It's good to have someone with a sense of humor, in a decrepit, ugly reminder of history such as this.

     Upon arriving with Guzma at the skeletons, Ben nods grimly. "This part of Sharn is very, very old. It's possible that these were soldiers in the War of the Mark. Centuries ago, aberrant dragonmarks--" He lifts up the hair at the back of his neck, revealing a blood-red pattern somewhere between a tattoo and a scar. It resembles smoke trailing away from a fire. He releases his hair. "--were much more powerful than they are today."

     "The so-called Great Houses of today enjoy their current prestige, power and influence partly because they successfully convinced the rest of the world that those like me are touched by Khyber." By the way he says it, you may infer 'Khyber' to be 'hell' or 'the devil.' "Centuries before there was ever a House Tarkanan, there was Halas Tarkanan, who attempted to organize people like myself into an army to defend against attempted extermination."

     He pauses, looking around at the destruction. "In truth, all he did was forestall it, but not before using his mark to bury the city, and many of the invaders with it." His smile takes on a somewhat spiteful air.

     A ways behind you, there is a clatter, The torchlight in the tunnel is thereafter extinguished, and the only source of light in the cavern is Ben's conjuration. You can hear the skittering of something large in the shadows. It would appear, at least, that this is the place to be to find /something./

     Whether it is a spider is unclear.
Majima Goro     The tattoo gets Majima's notice, his fingers scraping over his stubbly goatee in thought. "...heh. Maybe ya should just get it inked up properly, yeah? If ya don't keep your ink maintained, what good is it?" He seems, oddly, incredibly serious about this point.

    "Arright. So, families throwin' the blame on others for power. Yeah. Alright. That's the kinda shit I'm used ta." He grabs one hand with his other, stretching out a little and limbering up.

And then the clatter. He cracks his neck one way, and then the other. "...So, eh, anythin 'sides giant spiders down here, or is that gonna be Guzzy's new pet comin' behind us?"
Guzma "Rough. Though, if his body's down here, and this is some sort of fantasy wonderland, his ghost might be down here or something." It's purely idle speculation, as Guzma calls Ariados back as soon as he hears the clatter. It skitters back over, anad he directs it to the path behind him, but he doesn't send it down there.

"Web."

It spews out a strand of webbing, step by step, down the path. The idea is to see if it gets cut, or, alternatively, Ariados senses anything through touch. It doesn't have to see in the dark, so this is the best operation for the giant red spider.

"Wish we could find some treasure, too, but, monster's good enough, y'know?"
Ben d'Tarkanan      "Very possibly," says Ben to Majima. "But let us hope the spiders are our only company, this day." In other words, more than just spiders make their home here. He turns to face the skeletons. "That is, aside from our newly hired help."

     "Rise."

     The skeletons shudder, rusted armor creaking, tattered clothes rustling as unnatural forces compel obedience. They stand, unnaturally, as puppets commanded by unseen strings, rather than living beings pushing off of the ground. "Clear a path back to the surface." He unsheathes his sword (an otherwise normal longsword, but for the extra-long tapered grip) and points in the direction of the tunnel. The skeleton platoon stares at him mutely, obeying his command and marching off in the direction they came from.

     They advance, sacrificing themselves to years of forgotten traps, plugging holes which would otherwise lead to deadly freefalls.

     Meanwhile, Ariados' webs don't appear to reveal anything within the tunnel. But there is a THUMP as the partially dessicated body of the goblin is dropped right next to the pokemon. With its head partially emerging from the wall a ways above Ariados, a pasty white spider peers curiously, apparently having offered a gift.

     Judging by the size of its head, Guzma might guess that this spider is the size of a small horse.

     Yet to have followed Ariados, Ben looks over at Majima. "You know, old chap, the saddest part of this," he says, circling a finger around, "Is that aberrant marked people don't even share a bloodline. My own House merely offers its name as a badge of honor to those who would claim its protection."

     He makes his way back to the entrance, keeping his voice low so as not to attract any other predators. "To call it a 'War' of the Mark implies that the forces were in any way equal. 'Attempted genocide' just doesn't make Houses Deneith and Cannith look as brave and gallant, though, does it?"

     When he arrives, his next question is for Guzma. "What do you suppose it wants?"
Majima Goro     "...Heh, well, ain't like Yakuza families share blood either, yeah?" He tilts his head towards the thump. "Point is, ya see shit like that everywhere ya go. Fucks in power tend ta rise up to find a common foe to keep everyone's eyes off 'em." He hears some kind of thump, but it doesn't seem like an -immediate- crisis.
"Somethin' something, victors write the history books, ya know?" There's a bit of a vague wavy hand gesture. "This some shit ya gonna want us to help with later? Maybe burn some shit down?"

The adventures of Spider and New Friend aren't really his concern. He's just here in case this gets out of hand.
Guzma As Ben talks, Guzma watches the skeletons rise with interest. "Woah! That's, uh...morbid?" And also awkwardness. That's creepy.

As the horse-sized white spider comes from above and dumps the corpse for Ariados, Ariados investigates to see if it's a trap, and then waits for Guzma's signal. Guzma speaks. "Tell it you're friendly." Ariados chitters, and then starts releasing signals and pheromones to reveal that it is, in fact, not hostile. It can't speak in language, but honestly, neither probably can the ghostwalk spider.

To answer Ben's question, Guzma actually puts on a serious voice. "Well, spiders are solitary creatures, and that's clearly not a mating ritual - I wouldn't be surprised if they're both male. If a solitary creature is giving a gift to another, then it's probably weak or feeling weak in some way, and wants to make sure we don't hurt it. Maimed, injured, disabled, runt of the brood, who knows? But this is good. Approach very carefully. Let it know that we're with Ariados, if it doesn't already."

And then, with soft, simple gestures, Guzma approaches Ariados, pats it on the head, and speaks. The speaking is at a soft tone, he doesn't think it can actually understand language. "Hey, big guy. We're not here to hurt you. You alright? If I can imagine, you're having some problems, right? Otherwise you wouldn't give up your new meal without a fight."
Ben d'Tarkanan      Ben smiles knowingly at Majima. "Doctor Egg-man and I have made plans which could be quite... deleterious, for House Cannith, if our suspicions are correct. I would be most glad of your assistance, given your... particular areas of expertise, old chap." Translation: Yes, I'd love to burn some shit down with you.

     Ben does as Guzma asks. Those few skeletons which haven't succumbed to traps or pitfalls in their efforts to clear a path are ordered to stay back, with but an outstretched hand (his left). He sheathes his sword, too--there's no telling how smart these things are.

     The spider is a little apprehensive, but Guzma speaks its language well, as does Ariados. Though it raises its forelegs slightly, the soft tones of his voice, the chittering from Ariados and the aforementioned pheromones slowly see them lowered. By the time Guzma approaches, it slowly emerges fully from the wall, crawling down and allowing itself to be pet.

     The creaking of an idle skeleton's armor appears to slightly startle it, and it is at this point that Guzma will see why the spider is willing to share. Its body flickers briefly, becoming slightly translucent, but it can't quite manage to become invisible.
Majima Goro     Majima is not entirely sure as to the blossoming ...something, between Guzma's spider and the other spider. So he just settles for not making any particular noises of import, hands behind his head. Worth making clear he's not interested in being a problem if he hasn't got to. WOULD he punch a spider? Yeah, absolutely. But this isn't about killing a spider, it's about..whatever weird process gets Guzzy a new invisible spider.

"Neheh. ...Arright. Sure. Keep me updated, eh?" He asks Ben, rocking a little on his heels.
Guzma Moving from petting Ariados to petting the Ghostwalk, Guzma is compassionate as he watches the problem. It's 'defective', as some assholes might put it. It can't really turn invisible.

"Hey. Don't worry about it. I'm broken, too." Majima can hear this, because Guzma is forgetting he's here for a second. "I've got my problems, you got yours, right? If you want to be strong, join up with me. We'll get stronger together. Show the other Ghostwalk spiders that it doesn't matter what you can do, just who you are inside, yanno?"
Ben d'Tarkanan      The bromance is blooming between Guzma and his new spider friend. Now, it is time for some random goons to show up, because Majima is here, and that is how things tend to go when he's around.

     In a gurgling, wet language, you hear an angry voice bellowing. "THEY COME TO STEAL THE EXPERIMENTS."

"THEY FIND ONLY THE FAILURE," says another.

     "YET THEY CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO ESCAPE."

     Turning to the source of the voices, you find five robed figures standing in a glowing portal which wasn't previously there. The rectangular portal closes behind them, but even in the dim light you can see that they aren't human. Each has a pair of dark, baleful beady eyes set into a fleshy head that resembles a squid more than a human. Two of them grip wickedly curved blades in their clawed hands, one a mace, one a staff, and one a wand.

     The two remaining skeletons come charging out of the tunnel, past Guzma and the spider, wielding rusted longswords and engaging the two sword-bearing Mindflayers with a clash of steel against steel. One of them bites it immediately, but Ben is ready. "On your guard, fiend!"

     Breaking into a sprint, he magically greases the ground in front of him, building up speed before sliding across the ground to shoulder-check the other sword-wielder, knocking him to the ground. "Don't let them cast a single spell, chums!"
Majima Goro     This does not remotely surprise Majima Goro, Mad Dog of Shimano. He slowly turns around. "...Eh? ...Fuck ya goin' on about?"

His knife's in one hand, his bat's in the other. "...Ah, doesn't matter. This is Concord shit. Ain't no wiggly tentacle...whatever the fuck gonna screw that up."

So, 'stop them from spellcasting'. That sounds like the guy with the staff, and the guy with the wand. Sure. So, the first thing he does is rush over to the guy with the wand. The knife is swung about in some preliminary slashes, mostly just to keep him distracted, before it's flung in the air. He delivers one last headbutt, before performing a backflip.

Halfway. A halfway backflip, because he stops upside down, handstanding as his leg kicks the falling knife, sending it spiralling towards the mind flayer with the staff.

The legs come back down, hopefully on top of his sorcerous foe.

"....yeah. 'bout how this goes, yeah."
Guzma As the bonding begins, mindflayers show up to ruin their day. Guzma breaks from being saccharine back to normal, just gesturing. "Really? Is now the time, creepy robed guys? REALLY?!"

The Ghostwalk spider can understand, sort of. 'Failure'. But Guzma encourages it on. "Come on. Go for the two with swords. Ben! Take the one with the mace!"

Both spiders lash out. Ariados moves to web up the swords of one of the mindflayers and try and rip them out of their hands, going for a capture. The Ghostwalker, meanwhile...leaps forward for a bite, trying to inject its former master with horrible venom. If the swords come down, the Ghostwalk spider briefly turns intangible, letting it slide through, though the backswing will probably hurt if it the Mindflayer is clever when it deactivates. Guzma's standing behind, cheering them on.

It's nice to have someone who believes in you.
Ben d'Tarkanan      Majima advances on the spellcaster with the wand. His wild, unpredictable slashes force the mindflayer into a retreat, something it clearly isn't used to. Though their anatomy is different, it's hard to miss the anger in those beady eyes. It turns to rage when one of those slashes catches it in the arm. The wand goes off, but the shot is flung wide, sending a multicolored ray of light uselessly off into the air. It stumbles backwards, and when Majima headbutts it, the attack serves to knock it flat on its back. That one's probably down for the count. Whatever these things are, they clearly don't like being headbutted.

     The mindflayer with the staff, meanwhile, conjures a magical ball and chain which envelops Majima's legs--but only manages to do so /after/ the Mad Dog kicks his knife through the air. The weapon is lodged into the other caster's shoulder. It clutches at the wound as black lifeblood oozes from it. Raising its staff with the other hand, it begins muttering a second incantation. Whatever this spell was, it is cut short by violent hacking and coughing, as it begins to expectorate foul-smelling slime of some sort. Locked in combat with the sword-wielding mindlfayer, Ben gives Majima a stern nod. It should buy him enough time to break free of his bonds. Or to do something completely insane.

     Hearing Guzma's request, Ben steps over the mindflayer he'd previously knocked over, just as his foe is getting up. He is struck, for the boldness of doing so, but even though the wound is clearly bleeding, he continues as if he were unfazed. The mace-wielder appears to be some sort of healer, as it begins to channel a spell which fills the room with a bright, white, light. It begins, but it doesn't finish. Ben's fist crashes into its throat hard enough that Guzma and Majima both can hear the desperate, startled wet gasp that comes after it.

     The mindflayer that Ben had previously engaged attempts to stand and follow him, to make it two-on-one, but its sword is webbed almost completely to the ground before it can be raised. Furious, the creature tugs with both arms in an effort to free the weapon, only to have it snatched away by Ariados. If there's going to be an effort to capture it, that effort should happen soon, because both Ariados and Guzma can likely tell that it's considering just booking it and leaving its buddies to get beat down.

     The Ghostwalk Spider has the benefit of assistance, in the form of Ben's sole standing skeleton soldier. The rusted, long-forgotten sentry clashes blades dramatically with the mindflayer, but the sword it uses is old and decrepit as the rest of this place. The curved sword strikes it with such force as to snap the blade loose of its grip--but just as the mindflayer is about to smash the skeleton's un-helmeted skull, the spider's fangs penetrate its calf. Enraged, it attempts to swing, missing at first, and indeed striking the spider on the upswing. It doesn't get to make another, because the skeleton is stubbornly grappling it with a bear hug.
Guzma Ben, Majima, and Guzma are somehow a great team! Guzma's a solid tactician, what with that being his only superpower, while Majima is the Mad Dog and Ben is a noble knight of sorts.

As the mindflayer with the swords starts to bail, it suddenly gets cut off - by Guzma. He moves to ram into him elbow first, while Ariados fires a web at his ankle, trying to pull him down and put him prone. From there, Guzma steps on his throat lightly, while Ariados starts to web him up. "Walker! How are you doing?"

The Ghostwalk spider doesn't answer, bleeding lightly from its large carapace, because it suddenly leaps for a tag-team with the skeleton, moving to execute the enemy. It hasn't yet learned that Guzma doesn't kill, but Guzma didn't command it to, so he doesn't feel /too/ bad. The venom is injected to fully end its life.
Majima Goro     Majima looks down at the ball and chain aroud his leg. It does, at least, distract him a moment. He tugs at it a little. Yeah. Alright. It's heavy. It's heavy.

So he takes a can from..somewhere, with 'Tauriner EMPEROR' written on the side. He tilts his head back, crushing the can and speed-drinking that entire mess, blue flames enveloping his body. Heatless ones, but nonetheless.
"...arright. Yeah. I think I got something."
HEAT ACTION: ESSENCE OF PRISON BREAK

Majima...waves his leg around. The one with the ball and chain. The ball starts to roll and spin in a circle, and he hops forward over it, like a skipping rope. He keeps the momentum going, skipping, and then finally jumping into the air. He lands on his hands, spreading his arms out to spin freely, his leg extended to swing that ball and chain around at high speeds, likely striking the mind flayer once or twice....before the chain wraps around his neck. The pull of weight rips Majima back onto his feet, and if all goes well...

He's standing on an asphyxiating mind flayer till the spell wears off.
Ben d'Tarkanan      Guzma knocks the wind out of the mindflayer with his sudden elbow strike. It doubles over, extending a hand to balance itself. It doesn't work. Ariados' web yanks him off of his feet. Guzma's foot, meanwhile, is very firmly in the right place. Namely, on its throat. Webbing is spun across his prone form to such an extent that he is all but cocooned, taking him out of the fight completely. On the other end of the room, the skeleton tosses the lifeless body of the mindflayer to the side, bending over to pick up the deceased foe's much more recently-constructed weapon.

     Majima's strategy bewilders (and probably terrifies) the spellcaster. A white light bathes over him, clearing the malady Ben inflicted. In a panic, he hurls a cluster of purple projectiles towards Majima, but only a few find their mark. They each carry the force of a punch, but Majima is likely very used to being punched. Moreover, even with those few, there isn't enough force to keep him from crashing down on top of the caster. Though his illness is cured, there is no cure for being strangled with one's own spell. After a few seconds, the enemy wizard loses consciousness, and the chains dissipate. That just leaves the cleric.

     As Ben's skeleton approaches, it is dismissed in an instant by a flash of light from the cleric's spell. He swings the mace, striking Ben in the stomach. The weapon breaks against him as if his leather armor were the finest plate in the land. Ben raises his sword...

     "I YIELD."

     Ben lowers it, nodding.

     He turns his back on the mindflayer, surveying the damage. "Well done, chums! What say we--" A curved sword promptly emerges from his stomach. There are many reactions one might take to having a kris thrust through one's abdomen. A scream, a buckling of the knees, a panicked realization. A beleagured sigh is likely not the expected reaction. He turns to face the terrified mindflayer, reaching behind his back and pulling the sword loose like a grisly rendition of an Arthurian myth. "I tire of your duplicity, sirrah," says Ben tersely. Gripping the curved sword with one hand on the pommel and the other at the very tip, he bends the weapon as easily as one would a pipe cleaner, until it forms a perfect U.

     "/Now/ do you yield?"

     "...YES."
Majima Goro Majima looks at Ben taking a sword right through the stomach, and pulling it out. He taps his chin a little. "Ya see? That's what I've been fuckin' saying! And Seifer gets on my ass about the box of firecrackers like it's the most lethal shit in the goddamn *world!*" He stomps on the mindflayer one last time, before stepping off of him.

"Ah. ...haaah. Alright. Where's that...fuckin' spider gone, anyway?" He looks around, before stopping. Right. Nearly invisible spider. This is going to be an *outright* pain in the ass, isn't it.
Guzma As the midnflayer is coconned and the other one drops, the two spiders return to Guzma's side. As the other mindflayer Ben has yields, Guzma sighs, and is about to say something...

when Ben gets stabbed.

"Ben!" Guzma says, barely knowing the guy but worried anyways, when it turns out Ben is actually super tough and just kinda scares the shit out of the mindflayer. Reassuring!

Ariados is returned to its pokeball, as Guzma leads Walker forward. "Alright. Let's lead these guys back to the surface. If they try anything, we axe em." It's meant to be menacing, even if he doesn't have the heart to actually kill them. And then, a pet to Walker.

"Don't worry. When they see you, walking in the sun, they'll be afraid. But with us there...it'll be a story worth telling."
Ben d'Tarkanan      "Not to worry, chums," says Ben, approaching to stand between both men, and place a hand on either shoulder. "I'm made of sterner stuff than most." He is bleeding, but it seems much, much slower than it ought to be--like he'd hurt himself bicycling, rather than been fatally stabbed. "A night's rest, some merry music and a fine spirit ought to see me right as rain, I should think. Now!"

     Cheerfully, Ben steps past them, casting another series of glowing orbs, this time towards the tunnel from which they came. Under the light of his spell, Majima and Guzma can see that it is littered with spent traps and scattered bones all the way from one end to the next. It's certainly one way to disarm a trap, but it works.

     "Here," says Ben, turning and offering Guzma a sealed document. "A letter of marque. I doubt a spider--especially an 'experiment' is considered a 'cultural artifact.' But, I thought it might do us well to be prepared, as a precaution." It's a notarized letter granting Guzma the right to enter the Depths in search of a 'rare magical beast.' "Before you return to your world, I've a personal question for you, but we need not discuss it in this dismal place."

     More generally, to Guzma and Majima, "Shall we?" With a nod behind him towards the tunnel, and provided there are no objections, he leads his fellow Concord members through, hefting the cocooned mindflayer over one shoulder like a duffel bag.
Majima Goro     "...Eh? Aintcha gonna, like, eat somethin'?" Majima seems legitimately confused, now. Everyone knows you solve serious injury via a hearty bowl of ramen. Come on.

"...anyway, eh. ...Guess we're takin' these motherfuckers wherever. Why not. Come on, let's go." He shrugs. Guzzy got his cocoon, and..now they got..these guys. For whatever.
Guzma Guzma gathers the cocconned mindflayer and puts him on the back of the giant spider, and then, they head off, taking the marque as well, looking it over, hehing, and then pocketing it.

"Thanks, guys. I really appreciate your help."