Namazu

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Namazu Attendee #Draconic "Of the Seven Hundred Seventy-Seven Whiskers. Wasshoi!" 🔔 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐲 & 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 | 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 🔔 Squeak squeak squeak... Those are the audible yet distant faint footsteps you apprehend inside a deep tunnel, located almost buried beneath the busy streets of the Noodle Kingdom, echoing against the walls, traveling for your ears to catch. You perk your senses, heeding to the almost consistent noise, nearly following some cute, fishy rhythm... Squeak squeak squeak!... The footsteps now gradually growing louder and louder, raising your awareness to higher, sharper levels. You brace yourself for whichever was to reveal itself from the deep, dark ends. Deep breaths were taken, and you attempt to maintain your composure. You find yourself clenching your teeth, anticipating nervously for what is to come. However, as the seconds ticked by, you forunseenly lose balance from the sudden shaking floor, followed by a rapid shift in volume and loudness from the footsteps. Thud, thud, thud!

Squeak squeak squeak...

From soft squeaky noises entailing that cuteness to it, to having transformed into some rather more heavy, intimidating rowdy thuds. You strenuously get, up, trying to make sense of the situation, contemplating whether you should make a run for it. Yet, before you can even forward to a conclusion, your surroundings are abruptly replaced with thundering drums, jingle bells, glitter and confettis.

Few flashes pass before you hastily look around. But no more than a few seconds and you are met with a pair of draconic, yet odd fish-looking eyes, right at your face and startles you. They glare right into you, in which you stare back, not moving one inch, hitching your breaths in an attempt to stay silent and frozen as possible. A moment of quietness falls in, but is shortly cut, caused by the first few words spoken by the unknown encounter.

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Attendee #476, now known as Attendee #Draconic (which he himself bestowed), is a guest settled in within the walls of the Noodle Kingdom. As someone who is not from the world of Sornieth, scholars of the kingdom had to commence an investigation party for this abnormal, mysterious occurance. At this, Attendee #Draconic was temporarily transferred to one of the accommodation sanctuaries. Despite this change of plan, the Namazu did not seem bothered at all, nor very responsive to his new, altered form. That is what was told by the citizens at least, who had paid a visit to check upon the curious, unusual episode. Presumbaly, some could say the new guest was somewhat slow on the uptake, perhaps a little half-witted too, to put it simply. Whether it was meant in a snooty or in an endearing way, it would not matter of course, for a Namazu is too carefree and oblivious to even care what people spew, regardless of the circumstance.

In spite of Attendee #Draconic's aloofness to his unusual plight, he did ponder in concern of the ritual that was to take place back in his world. But he knew the Warrior of Light was in Dhoro Iloh in The Source to carry out the ritual, ensuring the safety and future of his kind. The Namazu now spends his time in the Noodle Kingdom, telling stories of his endevours shared side by side with the Warrior of Light (perhaps also in an slightly exeggerated manner). He is unsure of when he can make a return though, but makes due with what he has, teaching others of his home, the ritual, who "the Big One" is, even unneccesary details you wish you could unhear.

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