((OOC: *_* I hit the biggest thing of writer’s block.  I have it worked out now and am ready to continue.  Sorry for the wait.))<br/>The hyena’s laughter dies down some to chuckling.  The tentacles around Umiriko relax some again as he is forced to stop struggling.  He ignores what the dragon says and doesn’t notice the struggles by Coe.  He doesn’t even consider the mouse to be alive anymore.  There are more pulls, the latex around Coe sucking him in, and soon everything except his lower legs and feet are inside the hyena’s slimy, sticky body.  The tingling starts to spread all across his body and the nothingness starts to creep up his arms as they are liquefied.  The hyena then happens to look over at where the floor fell out and sees the Oohnorak looking back at him from behind the latex wall.  He blinks a couple times then keeps his eyes closed for a second and concentrates, before recognizing the feeling again and opening his eyes.<span style="color: darkred">“It’s the Like Other.”</span>He says to himself.<span style="color: darkred">“Why haven’t the Others done their job?”</span>He growls a little.<span style="color: darkred">“They need to hurry up or go slow, I still have some guests.”</span><br/>The Oohnorak can see through the latex wall, the dragon bound to the wall, and the poor mouse all but inside the latex hyena.  The latex that the wall is made of seems different from the stuff covering the walls and floor.  It is extremely hard and would take a great deal of effort to break.  As he is up there, a blob starts to move down the hall from the opposite direction that Arkain and Reiku went, finally learning where the Oohnorak went to.<br/>The room in front of Arkain and Reiku is large, everything covered in green latex.  It looks like a basement of some kind, unidentifiable machines about the room and vein like pipes running around. There seems to be a pulse from one of the larger machines, like it is a combination of a generator and a heart.  It is very hard to tell if the place is mechanical or biological.  It feels like the place could be living.  Bright lights come from some of the active machines. It looks like they are glowing with bioluminescence.  There is nothing in the room that is truly living, no blobs or any other creatures.  There is a grate that lays on the floor, having fallen from the ceiling.  There are also some black marks on one of the machines.  It looks like a small struggle had happened recently.