The Doors are Locked and We're all Screwed

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Taking the cat off his face, Jokki sat himself up to address Mantle, "Would you like for questioning to be in order? Maybe some lie detecting tests? Earth Magic has proven to be very effective in reading out liars, you know." He hoped his words would intimidate those that are listening in to fess up. And if they don't. Well. "If no one confesses withing the hour, guess we'll go ahead and take people in for questioning."

HP brightened up at the mention of keyblades. No way! He gets to be video game trash? He's in. "Trying to figure out Keyblade mechanics more like I hope you're ready for computer coding hell." 

Avi rubbed his hands and let out a big nod. "I'm ready as I'll ever be."
He got himself up, dusted off his coat, and looked down. "Anything final arrangements before we're off? Otherwise let's make haste back to the labs."

Mous glanced up for merely a moment before returning her gaze to the screen. Her opinion of the Hellbent humans was only marginally higher than that of most others. Still, they were technically working together, insofar as the demons and humans actually worked together. She might as well at least play nice with some of them, and not make her disdain overly obvious. After all, she was human once herself.

"Les Diaboliques," Mous replied, not bothering to remove her buds. "An old favorite of mine. A wife and her husband's mistress conspire to kill the man for his abuse towards them both, but his body mysteriously vanishes, and things progress from there." She glanced back up to Cocktail hat, finally electing to remove one of the earbuds. "Have you seen it?"

"Nah. I grew up in a barrio. All we had were local channels and they had Mexican stuff playing. Never had the luxury of seeing a movie like this. But he sounds like a puto." She never went to see a movie come to think of it. Her life was pretty busy. "But, maybe we could watch it together? If that's okay with ya. I got nothing better to do and these pendejos can't even get the doors open." 

"At this point, any idea is a good idea if the goal is to get those doors open. This is a rather creative way of assessing the situation, but if we actually fail. Perhaps we should sample the doors. Such as check their composition and find out what the hell they're made of for making them impossible to open. There could be one of those Evagelion Angels manipulating the door." HP gave Avi a cheeky look after saying his dumb reference. As if an alien Angel would be real, but it was something for the sake of being humored. "If it were Angels, I doubt they would have access to the main doors which are situated in Hell. I wouldn't doubt their abilities to seal shut the Surface doors, though. Nevertheless, we have quite a good number of ghosts to throw at Angels. Hopefully we don't fuck up and have a repeat of those Gorgon Eyes running rampant throughout the institution...Except with more dangerous ghosts.."
As they neared the labs, HP started prepping himself up. He tied his loose hair into a tight bun and took off his caplet and uniform coat to replace it with a lab coat. After that was done, he put on a surgical mask. There, now these two were matching! What a couple. 

"Well, then expect me to talk in nothing but binary code." He paused for a moment, hoping to get a reaction out of Avi before proceeding, "I jest, but there's a high percentage of you probably not following along after a few lines of coding. But I'll teach you! Essentially this coding will help the ghost stay behaved and under control since we're not making an AI meant to behave a certain way like video game enemies. Now because this is a ghost based off the keyblade, we're gonna be unlocking stuff, so I'm guessing you want this ghost to somehow be able to interact with its environment to 'unlock' anything, correct?"

Chaleco hardly ever gets embarrassed, especially since the boy is typically shameless so the laughter from Pencil and Tux didn't faze him. Though he did go a ting red on the cheeks getting yelled at by the boss. He rolled his sleeves back down and scooted his pretty little red back with the other hellbents, priority number one right now was to chill Fedora the fuck down. “Anything I can do to help ease your nerves, Boss? Ya know… besides the obvious,” he chuckled, nervously poking his fingers together. He then remembered he did have one more "magic" trick up his sleeve. Literally. "Perhaps some..." he then quickly pulled a small bouquet of flowers from his sleeve and handed it to Fedora, "Flores?"

Cocktail Hat shrugged, "Eh, that's fine. You already gave me the gist of it so lo que se a. I haven't watched any other movie before so it's not like I can ask for something else."

Fedora raised a brow. He was amused at Challeco's little stunt there but he wasn't going to actively praise te kid. People would think he's soft! Which is an accusation he receives from Tuxedo Mask often. "Well...I'll keep these in the office then." Hell care for them, there's that. "I just want this to be over with. There's a game today and I would of liked seeing it with my fiancé." The thought of missing the game and having his man see it by himself burned him.

Hairpin looked at the storage tubes for a while.
"Why not Greed instead? I'm sure there are a couple of souls in there that have picked locks during their lifetime. That seems more effective than Envy souls."

"Why don't we do multiple tests? Two pure keyblades and one mixed to see which one has the better result?"Hairpin suggests. There was time to be men of science. Time to apply te scientific method