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Dakkur Doelish
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They say necessity is the mother of invention. That was probably true but if one were to ask Dakkur especially after what he had just heard, he would say ideas if they do not sound good can only sound cute. Because really what sort of a plan is that? While Dakkur was no stranger to collaboration and at times actually enjoyed it since it meant he would have plenty of opportunities to learn and improve himself, he was stupefied that "you want to make a suit. No scratch that. You want to make an undead suit. An undead suit which only makes you look like one but makes them think you are one? Have you listened to yourself or are you just telling me of some weird dream you woke up from." More like a nightmare. There was only one way to join the ranks of the undead and that was to die. An efficient and painless way to do that, maybe, if one was not keen on throwing themselves to the horde would be to dress oneself as an undead and let someone else kill them as one, although Dakkur did not put it as nicely when he told it; instead his suggestion ended with a "maybe I should just save us all the time, effort, money and trouble and just put a shell in between your eyes again. Then another one for when you reanimate." Wait did they reanimate? That was the fear fueled rumors at least. There was way too much which remained unknown of the undead which was why the project felt unfeasible.

But what if one already knew all they could about the undead. Everything they could learn after tireless days of study and tests. "Is that why you smell? Did you take a shower this week?" Dakkur asked in response to the ridiculous claim that his prospective partner had already learned everything he could about the undead. Maybe he was bitten already, was he feverish? But keeping that suspicion to himself, Dakkur simply asked "if you have the study and recorded it properly, show me. But I'm making no promises" because Dakkur already knew he was not going to join in on this fools errand. Ah an entire chapter on the rumors. What a way to begin, "didn't you say you have the results recorded somewhere? Where? And separate from the actual experiments? Why did you have to make this so hard?" Yes, that may be the lack of the other's sleep displaying itself because as far as Dakkur knew they were all small tots which meant "the government isn't trying to steal your secrets. I'm not trying to steal your secrets." In fact, Dakkur did not even care for his secrets.

Or at least until he saw the records. "Wow. That is comprehensive. How did you eve-" Yeah there was no way this study was made safely. "Strip. I said strip! All your clothes! Well fuck you, my manhood isn't in question here, your humanity is however, so strip!" The staunch refusal only served to vex Dakkur more and in one of those rare moments he actually deigned to use his Moratallen blood got closer and closer to his friend until he was able to make a grab for him. However his strength and build were the only things going for him for this attempt and Dakkur was quickly avoided. "Ok. So maybe they can't get you because you are fast. But. I. Am. Going. To. Make. Sure!" 'Grab! Grab! Grab! GRAB!'[/b] After so many tries as the two scrambled around the room Dakkur finally got the other man in his hands and now that they were close enough Dakkur could tell, "phew! You're ripe. You're going to have a bath after this, once I'm sure I don't have to smash your undead skull in'" but first, the ceremonial stripping.

Dakkur was just as uncomfortable as the other man. It felt like he wanted to gouge out his eyes but after a thorough study, "I guess you're fine, but I'm not talking shop with you until you take a bath. Take. A. Bath! If not I'm leaving." That was the only leverage Dakkur could use which happened to be enough for the other man and as he took his bath, the Moratallen took his time to preuse the records which were the fruits of the other's study. Animal testing. Dead testing. Undead testing. Dead Undead testing. Heat. Cold. Water. Skin. Hair. Dirt? Lizards?! This psycho really did try everything. But a bath. But now that that's done. "I'm in."
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