@ TaciturnTiger (Jori):  “Makes sense.” He started to grind his door open slowly against the static gradient that shut and opened it for people automatically.  “Not worried, just frustrated...” He pants slipping through and crouching over the body, searching his fingers over the crumpled heap until he gets a hold of the sort-of-gun.  “Well we've got some questions to work through now, don't we?” He asks, taking a deep breath.  “Are yeh coming along or waiting here?  I'm rather disturbed that someone got down here already...”<br/><br/><br/>@ Ome (Stella):  “The following match is a one fall no-bar event.  Making his way to the ring is the current middleweight champion, the famous Luchado-style Lupin!”  A toned and handsome wolf-anthro, an up and comer in the league, gray and well-trimmed with an adorable fanged grin, made his way to the ring and remained oddly humble for a sports entertainer.  “And the challenger, a new arrival from the underground leagues, Jazz!” The bunnybishie leapt into the ring, no hands to aid his ascent over the ropes from the ground below.  The fight was on in a moment.<br/><br/>Lupin circled calmly, Jazz consistently darting out of his view... too fast for him it seemed.  Throwing punches to the back of his head.  Off one rope and the other.  Clotheslining the champion – Lupin couldn't get a single blow in!  He merely spent the time he had trying to keep up with the fast rabbit boy, licking his fangs and keeping his head low... Jazz gave him one final snap the the mat, and laughing, took the top rope to leap a solid ten feet into the air and land on the dazed Lupin.<br/><br/>It was in the midair arc that the wolf anthro threw his legs up and foward and snapped to a perfect crouching position, looking up with his jaws wide, standing suddenly... and Jazz was gone. The furred gray tummy was already thrashing with Lupin's mostly human opponent.  “One... two... three... a legal pin!  The champion remains!”<br/><br/>And in moments, the handsome wolf was in the locker room again, a full, twitching stomach, and sitting down to grab his shower gear and change into a black vinyl sweatsuit.<br/><br/><br/>@ KavenBach (Santi):  *Thump...*<br/>*Thump...*<br/>*THUMP!*<br/>Tim's heart was beating gently, no more than forty healthy beats a minute.  Amidst the squeezing motion of his stomach, there was another thump, and then another... and a crunch.  Bones snapping?  But Santi wouldn't feel a thing.  No, not bones, wood.  A loud pop.  Three loud pops.  Shari's infuriated voice.  Three loud pops.  “TIM!”<br/>Tim's innards shuffled around you, squeezing and loosening in spots.  Wetting you in tingling juices.  And just as you're about to give in, your climax ending finally and left to be replaced only with the fear of being digested alive and whole, you're slipping up again, reaching fresh air once more.<br/><br/><br/>@ Chiro (Onyx):  “Why does it fascinate you so?” The professor pauses as the trail opens up to an alley that, beyond, leads to a mist-shrouded town.  “Because some people are apparently just twisted.” He looks to you with what is clearly apprehension.  Everyone else is clearly and without reserve, nervous or worse.  Caleena is clutching a crossbow armed already.  “This place is dead, Chiro.” He steps out into the open where through a thick silver veil the silhouettes of buildings, ranging from two to four stories line a series of intersecting streets.  “It's quiet...”  The professor chews gently on his tongue.  “If you want to go underground, I haven't explored the sewers yet, though it's a viable option.  We stay in one group!” He scans the streets as you move along, finally pulling free a crowbar and prying a very large manhole cover off the center of an intersection.  “Well, Onyx.” He smiles again, this time with a bit more of his daring and less concern.  “You wanted to go underground.”