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Carthusia stood, blankly staring at the jacket she was drawn to on the desk. Nothing else seemed so familiar to her. She went to lift it up, to maybe smell it, or feel it and regain some memories, but before she could, an image flickered up from the clothing, speaking her to. Who was this man? As he spoke, Pride remained silent. What took her so long? She was back? That much she knew from what the reapers upstairs and all throughout the island were saying, but she had no memory of the island. Nothing. They had to hurry through the portals, they needed an army... Jack, an army? For what? Many barely survived long enough to make it down the stairs! And now? She turned to find Israfel and Calder fiddling with a keypad. The portal was locked and they could not get through without a password. Or a code of some kind. Picking up a piece of paper on the desk, Carry found it was covered in numbers and symbols, none of which made any sense.

Carry looked it over and shook her head, turning the paper over and over in her hands. She was numb and while Tset's being safe did not go unnoticed, she simply didn't have the energy or the will to do anything aside from give the poor girl a weakened smile. She was still suffering from seeing so many dissipate upstairs despite her best efforts. Walking to the front of the portal, her heels clicked against the ground. It was getting quieter now, but how could they move on from here? Carry waited for Calder to finish and walked up to the keypad when it was free. She was exhausted, angry, bitter... that jacket brought up so many other emotions, the context of which were all so unfamiliar. She sighed heavily and lifted her fingers to punch in the best ideas she had.

A-m-n-e-s-i-a and t-a-k-e-m-e-h-o-m-e.

She shook her head and returned to the center of the room.

Slowly Sammy raised her mace placing the tip just at Calders nose, it was much more dramatic then pointing really. "Riley has more brains then most students, lets face it, and Malodore earn the nickname Doc, for a reason." Slowly she slid off the table she was on walking past Calder to the door raising her mace to tap on it. "I don't have a clue, or a guess, my only thought is smash the frak out of it till it opens. Now that comes with the whole I might break it draw back. So I won't do that obviously."

Not yet at least.

Christof was panting as he gathered himself up to his feet, trembling as he waited with baited breath as.... good! GOOD! Somehow, miraculously, Barth and Calder had both made it as well. He hurried over to them, giving each a relieved pat to the shoulder before Calder made good use of the passkey... they were guessing? A riddle?

He shifted, feeling dumb and useless, and even more as the zombie-ghoul mentioned his missing Mistress and Master... his stomach churned. He prayed to Fear itself they were still alright. No... no, he was clever, he knew he was clever, he could do this without his Mistress. He'd make her proud.

Once it seemed "Ponies" and anything else the other students had tried had failed, he shifted forward with a trembling finger, mind reeling over what it could possibly mean. It was a code. Hidden, cryptic parts that needed to be assembled into a whole...

After some internal debate, what he managed only... somewhat made sense...

AND THITH A TIME TIES ONCE

It seemed solid enough to him. He glanced to the others to see what they thought of what he had typed. Was he even close?

Christof glanced over his hunch to the demon, still fidgeting with his hands anxiously. It didn't seem like his code had done anything, but in the pit of his stomach he felt he was on the right track. When Barth's compliment sank in, his brows raised, mouth twitching into an anxious smile before motioning out the code in a quiet mime to at least try to get the Sloth's opinion of the rhythms. It was breakable, he KNEW it was breakable, he just couldn't see all of the parts clearly... at least where they were hidden.

He motioned to Calder, digging for Barth's pen from his own pocket before finally scribbling out his theories as close as he could manage on the floor itself, clearing a spot to write with a sweep of his hand.

52, 60, 92, 0, 38, 76, 0, 38, 52, 0, 76, 30, 22, 0, 76, 22, 6, 14, 60, 84, 22, 0

That much he knew for certain. Counting theoretically on his fingers, he worked out his other thoughts on the subject, scribbling out:
ZDT SL SZ LOK LKCGDPK
before glancing up at the others for any theories that might have that might fit better than his attempt.

The zeroes were significant, that much he knew for certain, and he gave a whine in his throat as he pointed to them.

His nostrils suddenly flared as a faint smell flowed past him. Hrnnn.... definitely had not been the right combination, whatever they had tried.

"Where?" Vaith asked, tying the knotted make-shift bandage on his shoulder with his teeth. So it came out as a rather muffled, "fuhere?"

The reaper, sadly, wasn't looking in the best of condition. But he'd do-- at the very least, he wasn't going to be deadweight. Red eyes glanced at the button mashed password on the computer.

Bewildered, he stared at the mess of numbers.

"How did you expect that to work?"

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The hunchback huddled over his scribbled notes on the floor, stitched brows creased as he tried to think it over... he tried countless combinations to decode the note, using the hints left on the paper, Mister (Misses?) Israfel's offered help, but nothing seemed to work. He scratched at the floor, calculating and adding and subtracting and counting letters, but just gibberish over and over and over. He tried it backwards and forwards and inside out until his brain was throbbing and he was left rocking back and forth with his fingers threaded through his hair, a long, frustrated whine escaping his throat...

Until the Harpy spoke again. He glanced up, eyes narrowing as he desperately wobbled to his feet and snatched the new clue from the Harpy's hand, eyes narrowing as he read. A.... location? He glowered at the paper as though it was mocking him. Was... was it really that simple?

Feeling incredibly stupid, he followed the Harpy back to the portal again, this time reaching to very simply try to type out "The Cove".

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