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"Irish vampire seems like an odd mix." Dory retorted, going to scratch his chin while he thought it over. "Werewolf would be more likely. All ********' 'airy and drunk, and the likes." He figured, going to place his hands up and make claw like actions - sure there could be something pretty ******** up on the other side of the doorway, but he could't help it.

Watching the smaller British hunter join them again, he leaned back a little, taking a good gander over the doorway once again, gloved hand returning to his face. "I'm not entirely good with brute force." He admitted, "But if we all try, maybe. Mais, it doesn't seem like a very welcoming abode." A shrug. It could be worse.

Going to summon Justice to his side, he gave Gale a look that said "use me to your will."

For a second, the bloodstains seemed to form words.

E R I S E D .

Nevada left the blood to Jack and Stormy, making way with her sun guardian in tow to the locked door, opening it.

Lucky had been watching impassively from the sidelines and continued to enjoy his cup of coffee, mostly just following everyone around and not paying attention to what was in front of him. By now people probably knew better than to bring a life hunter with for fighting. He was running at 10% capacity and didn't appear to be interested in ratcheting it up even a single percent higher.

At least, not until they started discussing a riddle.

He delicately handed the still-warm coffee mug to Mimsy and sauntered over to the door everyone else had been trying to pry open. More or less ignoring every warning of grave danger, from the seals to the shifting fog, he went straight for the lock to give it a try.

The digits turned with a rusty click. 0-1-8.

Yes, he'd read Harry Potter before.

No, he'd never admit it.

"Oh," he observed aloud when he finally noticed the blood and seals and insanity. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and glanced toward the rest of the hunters. He looked more confused than anything, as no one in their right mind would really want this door open. One of the tendril hands reached too close to his shoes and he stepped back lightly, gesturing to the entire mess that was the door. "Maybe ve should not open this...?"

The lock did not move.

"Sorry, I don't listen to people who throw their swords out in the middle of the desert." Nevada said loudly, looking at the lock as Lucky tried a combination. "You know, even with only having one eye, I'm not THAT stupid Jack...a**."

She tapped the numbers on the Lock, wondering if it was entirely three different numbers or if it was all of the same.

2 - 0 - 0

Neither of the combinations worked, though perhaps in the distance Nevada heard a whisper that sort of sounded like contract. It was most likely her imagination.

The raptors were gone, much thanks to the awesome other people who came to help and fend them off. It didn't mean Milo dismissed Koume though, he kept her out and rested her against his shoulder as per usual and made his way down the lighthouse to join the others in the search of whatever it was they were looking for. He was humming a particular song, seeing raptors kind of did of got it in his head.

A majority of his comrades were seeming to be in the monastery, so that's where where Milo headed. And followed the sounds of their voices; aa, sounded like Jack and Nevada were down there...