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''Humans will do anything for money, you know.''

"Oh, yes. I am mercenary kind of... But did the people know you were kitsune?" he asked as Keera tried to lick Morlia's cheek and gave a startled yelp as she fell through him.

He shuddered lightly, shivering as Keera fell through him. ''They saw that I could use fire,talk, and had two tails. They buried me in this house, but the spot has been forgotten. Likely someone stole it for science.''

"So is your body here or not?" Doc asked as Keera stood, a very confused look on her face and she whimpered.

''If it is, it's too decayed and is all bones.''

"Yes... Thirty years does things to ones body. Guess what though? I am dead as vell... Or, I look it," he laughed and pulled off his gas mask to reveal sickeningly grey skin hanging loosely to a face. The skin around his cheeks was decayed and only sinew was holding his chin to his cheek bones. His eyes were sunken but a vivid green which would make him seem deceivingly lucid. "Radiation does things..."

Mori gulps, shuddering. ''At least your breathing still.''

"Barely," Doc put the gas mask back on, "You my friend have some very serious issues, and vun of them is you being dead."

''Hey, whats wrong with being dead? I can't live in my old body because it is all bones and no flesh and the like.'' He sneered, armor rattling.

"Oh, nothing is wrong with it, but zat doesn't mean it isn't an issue," Doc shrugged and picked Keera up again as she approached him.

''What makes it an issue?''

"Let's see," he started counting on his fingers, "First off, being dead isn't a particularly good thing in general, second, you have issues with grasping physical objects, do you not?" he thought for a moment, "I'm sure there are more but zat is all I can think of right now..."

''If I possessed something I could hold an object but I do not have the nerve to resort to a foolish action like that.''

"I see... And why vould possessing somesing be foolish?"

''The mind of a living being would panic upon me entering their body. They'd go mad, and start blabbering on how their possessed and how they'll kill everyone who goes to tell their friends. Bleh. Troublesome. Too foolish to do it.''

"But it seems that you kill all who enter here anyways so vhat does it matter?"

''Those who die here die by my minions.''

"I have seen no minions yet."

As he spoke, a large bat lurches out from the rafters with a loud scree.

"I shall call him vladimir," Doc said without missing a beat, looking up at the bat.