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Okonomiyaki

(#70136500)

Level 20 Undertide

Klitklet

Maren Fisher

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

17.37 m

Wingspan

18.97 m

Weight

5500.13 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Jun 16, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Adult
Undertide

Eye Type

Water
Rare

Level 20 Undertide

EXP: 3227 / 111687

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

yeah Kono and Miyaki are the same dragon

snippet 1

"This is FANTASTIC danger noodles are now a complete set! Sky, land and sea!" cheered the spiral.

"Noodles means what?" asked the undertide.

"Food, except plants," explained the serthis.

"So we're called after food. Dangerous food." The undertide thought about it, and began to grin. Row after row of fine sharp teeth were revealed. "I like that."

"YES noodles are the best and so are we and OH ALSO! What do you think of danger worms?"

"Worms means what?"

"Maggots. Like an insult."

"NO not unless you let it be! It's as funny as noodles think about it see..."

snippet 2

The gigantic sea snake did not slurp noodles like any other dragon. The gigantic sea snake lowered her snout into the aromatic rising steam, applied suction, and the entire contents of the bowl vanished in one swift motion. The vendors of the food stalls watched the process repeat over and over, mesmerized.

"I guess she does have room for one of everything we have," said the pearlcatcher to the bogsneak.

"Never mind an eating challenge. Market street mascot? Think we could pay an artist to turn her into a logo?" mused the bogsneak to the pearlcatcher.

"Done. Tasty," declared the undertide, with a final lick of her chops. "What was that one called?"

"That was okonomiyaki," said the pearlcatcher.

"That's the best noodle. I'll take that name."

"...Noodles were his dishes," said the pearlcatcher. "I make pancakes."

The undertide, possibly, shrugged. Small muscles contracted down her body in one long flowing ripple nearly as hypnotizing as her eating process. "Add noodles? They're good too."

snippet 3

"...Because you wouldn't hear my real name. In the deep we talk by smell," explained the undertide. And paused.

And paused longer.

"You don't have any problem believing that?"

"I love believing things!" exclaimed the spiral that was her rapt audience, winding loops around his perch in eagerness. "Want to tell me any more?"

The undertide slowly smiled.

"Did you know we grow from noodles. The frylet-eggs that get spilled into the ocean from pouring out cooking pots pick up a coating of salt from the waves, which makes them a little bigger and also heavier, so they sink to the next deepest layer where they pick up a coating of..."

snippet 4

"I can see it's true," the undertide said, watching a fledgling with more energy than skill slowly gain height by beating furiously with the help of an updraft, "I just can't believe it's true. Your air's too thin to hold anything."

The fledgling's younger sibling, balanced precariously atop the undertide's nose, hmmed hard in thought and then brightened so suddenly it tumbled off its perch. "Then what if you try in the Twisting Crescendo? That's the strongest wind there is!"

The undertide checked the hatchling was alright amidst ruffled feathers and splayed limbs, then reared up from the gentle laps of foam edging the beach to study the distant enormous whirlpool of air eternally sucking in and throwing out everything that came near it.

"Worth a flick," the undertide decided, and slithered toward it.

The hatchling's parent arrived just as the last unending coil emerged from the water into a tail tip and flowed past up the beach. The parent asked what was going on.

By the time the hatchling finished recounting the tale the undertide was long vanished. The parent shrieked anyway in hope it might call the dragon's attention back to receive sager advice.

(It did not.)

Some minutes later, a comparatively tiny noodle-like shape appeared in the funnel, whipping round and round at gale force speed. Sound trickled down in near-and-far spurts of intelligibility.

"...ow THIS...ore like it! WHEEeee..."

snippet 5

"It's a fish with legs." The undertide was delighted. "It's evolving! Right in front of me! I'm going to watch it happen."

The nearby fae's head tilted slowly in mimicry of the undertide's fluttering frills as they both regarded the muckbottom catfish, which continued to look and behave exactly as muckbottom catfishes always had for, the fae was fairly certain, possibly longer than dragonkind had been around.

The fae considered some of the alchemical recipes their roost had successfully brewed, and the many more projects that were in varying stages of progress toward success.

"Could help evolve faster," the fae suggested.

snippet 6

This was the hardest, most technically complex, challenging test of skill invented ever - correctly calculating every tiny muscle twitch without overcompensating for the missing pressure of water, coordinating every tiny twitch to get aim right, timing right, force and angle...

The ball arced up in a graceful curve over the net. The undertide's snout drove into the sand with a soft phumf a foot away and a second early from the ball's descent.

'Pickup volleyball' was going to take years of dedication to achieve competence.

snippet 7

"Like food?" repeated the wildclaw.

"She was very specific. Look like food, and look delicious. She said sushi is delicious so I even piled on juicy fish eggs. She now looks delectable."

The mirror was enormously smug and not bothering to hide it, not only for the superlative body paint commission he'd completed earlier in the day but also for how well he knew what would please his mate. He basked in the feeling as the wildclaw's reaction grew more and more raucous.

"Even better than wearing shiny ... bait fights by looking ... literal food," the wildclaw wheezed between belly laughs.

"She is huge, so no one's going to actually fall for it," the mirror admitted.

"Can't help... greatest sense of humor. I love her."

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"So what kind of help do you need?" the undertide asked Finnegan. "Heard through the mate of a cousin of a sibling about your village rebuilding."

The (apparently more tired than he thought) snapper stared at the giant living fossil he barely even recognized from mythology, casually present in the very same bay as him, apparently interested in carrying on pedestrian conversation, and after a long blink managed to gather himself enough to dismiss the most unexpected part.

"We're utter strangers," he said, snagging on the next most unexpected part.

The undertide shrugged, a familiar eel-like ripple disappearing down her body under the water. "Family is family. Shallows and air-physics are a lot different than I expected though, so I'm not sure how much help I can offer. Would you have any use for speedy long-distance communication?"

"Faster than bubble darts?"

The undertide's teeth gleamed. "Much."

Finnegan was managing to gather himself properly, the pedestrian conversation smoothing the way to habit. "Then very much so, but how can that work?"

"We only use sound for close-talk in the underdepths, you lot up here don't seem to have the sensory organs for far-talk. It works here still, but you all ignore everything?—and brights, the amount of nonsense noise, especially outside the water... anyway.

"It's detecting and transmitting... sort of tiny changes in pressure, but I think a better analogy might be smell? Reception will be limited to wherever others of my kind can pass messages on, but there are a lot of fries up exploring now."

"Then yes, we would be glad of the service."

The undertide's eye watched him steadily. "I'd have to stay, to work the relay. That won't be an imposition?"

The snapper huffed as he met her gaze with a wry dip of his head. "Family is family."

_____

Things are so different outside the currents Klitklet's used to. Which she knew to expect of course but... she couldn't expect how. She's coming up with a First Comer and yes she's a deep mer (well, was a deep mer—well, the depth she's from hasn't changed but since it turns out there's maren much, much deeper...) but surely it's clear they're not from the same depth...? And friendships made and definitions of kin shared and adult adoption can be perfectly expected in some cultures but she keeps waiting for someone to say...

(She really sort of likes it though, having a sibling who's so much, much bigger than anything in the water short of the greatest leviathans. Klitklet's a small maren, but with this company she can go anywhere fearlessly—and tirelessly, hitching a ride!—to work or play or even just explore. And giggling over cute flukes involves so much more giggling with the wildly different standards involved. And it's really such an indescribable confidence boost to answer cousin Mattaio with not just her own hands to offer but a giant friendly sea monster.)

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