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Intro
Fissiparous: describes an organism that reproduces by dividing into two equal parts, each of which grows into a complete organism.
Sora opened his eyes and rubbed his head groggily. He felt like he had been hit with a semi. He was in the middle of a dungeon that he did not remember accessing, but knowing him and his tendency to blank out he wasn't too alarmed. Today had been a tiring day for him.
He perked his ears up and leaped onto a fold in the wall, definitely a dungeon found in one of the darker worlds judging from the colour of the intestines that gnarled like roots and the pulsating lump of flesh he stood on. The twin-blade narrowed his eyes to peer into the darkness to see a small figure walking slowly under him.
He smile coyly, "Mhmm...hmmhmm" He chuckled to himself and smiled broadly.
It was extremely rare to see a wavemaster by themself. They were slow and had almost no physical defense. Their only skill was that they were well versed in magic and most could paralyze a PlayerKiller with Rip Suvi, waddle away, and gate out.
"He seems so weak..." Sora observed him further, stalking him to the lower levels of the dungeon. The PKer had to stifle a laugh when the wavemaster was startled by an Invisible Egg's chanting.
Pathetic.
The wavemaster stopped and lowered his staff, looking around and turning over a skeleton nervously. He withdrew quickly with it crumbled apart and the skull rolled over to his feet and stared up at him.
Sora lay on his stomach on the blobs of flesh on the walls and cocked his head to the side curiously. He had to greatly strain his ears, as the wavemaster was so soft-spoken.
"Oh... but Mia said there was Aromatic Grass here... did I go to the wrong field...?" He said to himself as he turned away from the still loaded treasure chest.
"Why isn't…" He made a noise as the blue and slate colored blades closed around his throat. If he were to move just an inch, the blades would easily slice into his skin. He couldn't move; he was to afraid.
"So what's a little wavemaster like you doing wondering around a dungeon like this, hmm?" Sora raised his eyebrows and smirked from behind him.
"I...I'll give you whatever you want... please don't k-kill m-me... I have... a lot of rare items, you... you could sell them..." He had been adventuring to several areas before coming here... he had collected so much Aromatic Grass for Mia and a few rare items for Kite, and he hadn't bothered to save...
Six hours... gone to waste.
"Oh?" Sora allowed his blades to slack off a bit. The boy dashed away and held his staff up protectively in front of him. He made as much space between he and his pursuer. It was so dark in here... He really wished he could see the man's face, so as to know who to avoid in Root Towns.
"What did you have in-" Sora's sentence was ended abruptly as the wavemaster used a Sprite Ocarina and gated out to the field. He blew some air through his nose. Now that kid was on the field, he would leave immediately. That was unlike him, letting his prey go. But, he was supposed to be a good boy now.
"Old habits die hard." He smiled and hopped back onto his flesh lumps as he heard the echoing laughter of another party coming through the area.
Maybe a little fun wouldn't hurt…