"I... d-don't want to fuel you... I won't be fine... I'll... miss everything..." Ludash trys to stretch out and give himself as much space as possible. "T-Tell me how I'll be fine then!"

The Naga's stomach lightly squeezes and kneeds the mog's form in a mixture of excess drool and a lightly tingling gunk, likely digestive enzymes, though they don't sting at all "Mmmmph...I have...technology"

Ludash squeaks and thrashes about as violently as he could in such a confined space. "That won't work! I'm not normal! Technology, medicines and magic don't work on me! L-Let me out!"

Mike blinks, a slight worry crossing his face "N....not normal?" He says back, swallowing a little in panic as he slithers over to a tool crib, grabbing and jabs himself with a hypospray, instantly looking rather...sick "Ommph....urk..." and the muscles around you start to violently propelling the moogle upwards, a bit faster than he went down thats for certain. There's a violent retching noise, and Lu' spills out onto a metallic, yet warm surface, covered in naga-slime "Uuughh....that'll...learn me...not to scan...prey before hand" he mutters as the moogle gasps, trying to regain his breath.



This was probably the most fun RP I've had in a while, besides the one I'm having right now.

Ludash ©
MiniMike Naga ©