((It’s good to have you back Arkain and don’t worry about a day.  You’re back and I am happy because I get to show off a new character.  ^_^ Been saving him.))<br/>The room that they are is an operating room.  There is no latex covering the room.  Different types of medical equipment surround the room.<span style="color: olive">“Huh?  Oh I’m sorry”</span>He says as he turns to Arkain.  He is an anthro kitsune made out of latex.  He stands 6 feet tall and has a very feminine build.  The only thing that lets Arkain see it is a guy is the lack of breasts and the sheath and sac he has.  The latex is a golden yellow in color with opaque bronze latex around his hands and wrists and ankles and feet.  He has six tails, opaque gold in color.  Despite being made of latex they still look fluffy.  His eyes are a cool blue color.  He says a quick arcane word and the shackles came off of the table.  The shackles are made of green latex and are snug against his wrists and ankles.  They are attached to the table by a strand of latex but Arkain could get off of the table and get a few feet from it before his movement is stopped.<span style="color: olive">“They have to stay on for now otherwise I would be breaking my orders directly.  I have to keep you restrained but they never said how well.”</span>His voice is soft but there was still a great deal of power behind it.  Everything about the kitsune is soft but at the same time very powerful.  He then thought for a second, trying to figure out the best way to tell him.<span style="color: olive">“Reiku is fine.  She is going to be held for a while but no long term damage should happen.  Umiriko should be fine as long as he doesn’t make the hyena mad again.  That other thing that you saw will be held for a while as well.  Coe…”</span>He then pauses. His mind still didn’t know the best way to say it.<span style="color: olive">“He is dead.”</span>He finally says as he looks away from him.  He then waits to see Arkain’s reaction to everything before he continues.<br/><br/>The hyena still looks around as he answers the first question.<span style="color: darkred">“It’s him, the Another.  Why would he do that?  Ah, the attack.”</span>He then looks at Umi when he hears the second question.<span style="color: darkred">“What to do with you?”</span>he says as he rolls his head around in thought.<span style="color: darkred">“The Others are already mad at me for mousey.  Hm<span style="font-size: 92%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 84%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 75%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 67%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 59%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 42%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 34%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 25%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 17%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span><span style="font-size: 9%; line-height: 116%;">mm</span>…I’ll just have to hold you till they tell me what to do.”</span>He then reachs up with one of his hands and gently grabs Umi by the throat and begins to pull, the dragon starting to come off of the latex wall easily now.  His mouth then opens widely as the dragon’s head is moved towards it.  The latex inside his mouth glistens with wetness.<br/><br/>When he moves around inside the blob it feel like swimming through thick syrup.  There is another squeeze around his body as the Oohnorak’s waist and stomach are pulled inside the blob.  The blob starts to move along the floor as the visorak is pulled inside it.  It needs to find a good place stay while his fate is decided.  As it moves the latex inside flows and swirls around the Oohnorak giving him an unintentional massage.<br/><br/>Gravity continues to pull Reiku down.  The pillar closes its mouth and goes back to its starting position.  The only difference in the room now was the grate on the floor and Reiku inside the transparent pillar.  She keeps sliding until she is halfway down the pillar.  Her head bumps into a soft latex mass much like a pillow.  It stops her movement and the throat closes around her again holding her snugly.  The insides close around her neck and seal trapping her head in a small sac that is cut off from the rest of her body.  It then slowly starts to fill with a clear liquid.