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He came close to retching at one point but seemed to be otherwise focused enough to keep slashing wildly in the hopes that one of the many attacks would actually make contact with the shitmonster and not splatter it everywhere at the same time.

HP: 25/50
DMG: 3
BOSS: 5/30

And with a final stab and a look of existential horror he had slain the beast.

The toilet beast.

Maybe the sinks still worked???

HP: 19/50
DMG: 6
BOSS: 0/30

Lucky's arms were spread-eagled out like a very awkward scarecrow, even after he had picked up his 'prize', a reeking keyring. At this point there wasn't really any reason to be hesitant to touch it - he did his best to hastily remove what had already landed on him and was therefore already contaminated.

He took a few steps back from the offending toilet and gently closed the stall door with a look of slow-dawning horror. He turned around slowly, and regarded the sinks.

After a few more moments of shell-shock he was quick to try the tap. If there was any mercy in this world, then this place had to still have some running water left in its pipes.

Lucky proceeded to soak himself and try to wash away as much grime as he could - some, but not all, given the fact he was contorted around a tiny bathroom sink and splashing himself with it..

When he was satisfied that he was at least somewhat less disgusting than before, he gave Song a quick rinse (not quick enough, she complained) and set to work scraping away the questionable residue caked on them.

Dripping wet but relatively cleaner than a few minutes prior, he tried the door again. Just in case.

Lucky sighed and tossed the handle over his shoulder, which crashed into the mirror with accidental precision.

The sound of breaking glass seemed awfully loud in the relative silence and darkness. He whirled around.

Something blinked green in the darkness. Well, that was new.

After what he'd already seen, Lucky chose not to question as to what a keypad was doing in the men's room of an abandoned lab building. He just didn't. But it spared him from skipping straight to plan B, which was to go Shawshank Redemption on a nearby wall. Stepping lightly over the shattered shards of the mirror, he moved in for a closer look at the keypad. He was pretty firm in his resolve not to die in a bathroom. He had at least a little bit of dignity.

Just a little.

Lucky waved his saw around with its faint light illuminating what little there was to see. Nestled in the shining glass was a piece of paper that he fished out, mindful of slicing his fingers open. In the rune-light he regarded it for a couple of seconds, realizing for a moment hat he did not in fact have the English alphabet memorized to the level required for this. It was... kind of like Polish.... maybe with a few less letters anyway. Er.

Quizzically he turned it over, in case anything was written on the back. Because that was just what people did with strange and confusing pieces of paper.

The good news was, his 3-dimensional maneuver was successful and someone named Nox had helpfully negated all need to puzzle out an answer and keep what remained of Clerise waiting any longer.



Huh.

His eyes darted back to the keypad again. Location?

The hell out of here, he thought to himself as he punched in a makeshift code.

UNDERGROUND LAB LEVEL 2

You could never be too specific.