<span style="font-style: italic">Ack... sorry about taking so long again in my reply, people. I've been keeping half-written posts in a text file and yet I STILL managed to lost most of one to an ill-timed forced windows update. I hate you Bill... ahem, anyway. Once things get to a more 'normal' place I'll probably be able to pick up the pace <img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/></span><br/><br/>The sounds surrounding the unlucky Makisa as she slid downward were actually quite humorous... for anyone with the privilege of watching them from the outside. When she was shouting and screaming about how he couldn't be devouring her because she was a human and it was wrong, he looked over and met the glances of a few of the other combatants and gave them an innocent twinkle of his eye and a shrug of his shoulders, pointing silently over to the gorgeous green female who had made a meal out of the human Johan. Of course, the taste of Makisa and the fragrant oils she had so thoughtfully bathed herself in before presenting herself to Tom as a meal stopped him from trying to mine too much irony out of the situation and she soon was visible only as a big lump in his stomach.<br/><br/>Somehow, her beauty seemed even more apparent to his stomach interior's sense of touch than when his eyes had fatefully beheld her. Under other circumstances Tom might already be sprinting away from the site of his meal, either to make sure he could get some uninterrupted intimate digestive time or to grab another prospective victim and send her in to join Makisa. But since he had gone a very, very long time (longer than his flighty memory could recall) since getting to savor such a soft, tasty morsel as herself, Tom stagged backwards under her weight, letting out a melodramatic groan as every muscle in his body sought to go limp and lull him into a wonderful nap with her resting atop him. "Oh... oh dear. I don't know if you should squirm around quite so energetically as that, my dear!" he said, reaching down to give her a firm pat, tracing one of his fingers delicately along the curve of her uncomfortably bent leg. "You don't know how hard it is you're making it to not let out the rest of your air most impolitely~"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Auto-digestion: <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/389978">digestion damage</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">2d6+2</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">11</span> </span><br/><br/>For her part, Makisa (though she'd probably never experienced it before) was finding the interior of a cu sidhe to be a profoundly mystifying experience. Instead of a typical excited hammering, his heart was beating erratically to a sort of musical rhythm, and his stomach gurgled in such a way that she could almost make out guttural words - she was pretty sure it wasn't just her imagination, since her imagination was likely more occupied trying to think of a way out of her predicament (or, alternately, what would become of her after a few hours of digestion).<br/><br/>"Ah, and speaking of impolite." he walked over in the direction of the handsome man now emerging from the she-orc's gullet, all sopping wet. "It is most fine to meet you as well. The few minutes I spent admiring you and the rest of your merry band from afar was time well-spent! So well that I'd be quite interested in spending some more time 'alongside' all of you. I felt I had to give this lovely woman my full attention at first, but well, she's just food now - fun to tease and talk about but no longer to be taken seriously." he punctuated his words with another firm, arrogant slap to his belly, this time setting Makisa's breasts to jiggling against his interior. "Ahh, but I've been all 'take' and no 'give' so far, as Miss Food here could certainly attest to. I love seeing another belly full almost as much as my own! Here, let me give your friends a 'tip'."<br/><br/>As he was speaking, Tom was casually pulling what first appeared to be an oversized spiderweb out of his pouch. "Ooops - I'm out of coin! But I do have this..." as he continued pulling the wispy thing turned out to be a large weighted net woven out of spidersilk and treated to reduce the stickiness. He started whirling it around playfully in his paws before suddenly swinging his body to the side - forcefully pressing Makisa's breasts further against his hand with centrifugal force - and tossed the net at Jutil.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Move action: draw net. Then throw net! <a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/389981">http://orokos.com/roll/389981</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">25</span><br/>Hahahaha XD Is it... possible to crit with a net? I think we can say they're entangled.</span><br/><br/>Tom gives a proud snort and raises his nose up high as he sees his net artistically unfold in mid-air and wrap all around the hapless target tighter than a lover's embrace (though not quite as tight as what Makisa was still experiencing). "Nothing but net!" he cried exultantly, doing a little half-pirouette on his tip-toes and raising up his hands, bouncing Makisa around in her bath of hot acids further. Her every attempt to gain purchase in the slimy, slippery prison was thwarted by the canine predator's random, flouncing motions, and she could feel the stomach walls constrict a little tighter around her in response to her every whine and protest...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Next action in case turn order/actions have gotten all wonky... Tom will be moving over to flank whomever is in melee, then full-defending. If anyone comes at him with a weapon, his most likely course of action will be to draw his own sword and sunder it or attempt a disarm, a maneuver he specializes in.</span>