The Doors are Locked and We're all Screwed

Avi followed behind HP, though he wasn't really too intent to say anything at this point. He'd rather just watch.

Another Angel came from the window, grasping the frame and propelling himself over. Upon landing, he'd stab his scissors into the ground, and he leaned back with a big shake of a rather sizeable blue mop of hair, pulling it back out of his eyes once more for good measure. And then trying to fix his part so his bangs were going the right way. And getting his ponytail over his shoulder just as he was generally used to having it...alright, better.
He ripped the scissors out and rushed over to Caplet, leaning his rather slender frame onto the other angel almost totally. Didn't anyone ever tell you to not run with scissors, Armsocks. "Thank you, I wasn't going to try busting it with my bare hands once I'd smashed glass everywhere!!" He lurched back, leaning on his weapon now. He'd stay there for a moment, assessing the demons...and..humans.
Ah, yes.
He noticed the audience he had. He realized how naked his hands were, and suddenly he grew more aware of the goosebumps on his skin from the cold. Well it was clear who he was now. He stared at Fedora, shifting rather uncomfortably on his weapon.

Chaleco stepped forward to the Angels after Cheery, throwing his arms up, "Bienvenidos al infierno, enemigos! "

Pencil kicked Chaleco in the back of the head from where she sat on Cheery's shoulders.

Mous, of course, remained silent, even among all these introductions. Really she was doing an awfully good job of showing restraint and civility, but were one of the angels to catch her eye, they'd practically see the words "Just give me a reason" glowing from her pupils. Her fists were clenching rather hard too, along with her jaw. There was the typical western hostility, sure, but this seemed like something much more. Like the mere thought of having to rely on these angels for help was a deep personal insult. Nonetheless, she held her tongue, following shortly behind as the "treasured guests" were led through to the problem area.

Waist skirt had seated herself so that she could get a good view of the door if this went bad, She was snacking on the chips she received from Mous not too long ago and her eyes were light up with anticipation for what might happen if they screw this up. She decided to stand herself up on the chair, she was filled to the brim hoping for something exciting to happen and she couldn't sit still, all though she wasn't the most balanced demon, and at this rate would probably end up breaking something important.

Caplet followed in suit a well as Hairpin. Jokki was pretty much pushing Fedora along, making sure the Hellbent Leader stayed withing his field of supervision.
"I'm Caplet Casio, my friend here is Armsocks. I do not recall a surname. But goodness, I can only imagine how a meeting with your sister would have gone. Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Cheery." 

Caplet then turned to Avi. "A Ghost Craftsman, incredible. Your manner of speech is familiar...I'm suspecting you're also a Northerner?" Caplet, that was not important right now. "I do know that there will be instances where we will have conflict against each other, but believe me, I will stay neutral in the affairs of Westerners. I am prohibited to partake in strife regardless, it is the way of the Sages." 

As they arrived to the doors, Fedora arched a brow. Oh, this demon was doubting him already. Nice. "Oye, this guy's the only Angel I managed to get a number off of. Let's just say he owes me a favor from some time ago. I will not disclose any information as it is my company's policy, so unless you're an executive of mine, you don't get this sensitive information." He would be lying if he didn't say that to save both their hides. He just wanted this damn ghost gone, but like hell was he going to disclose everything he worked for over 5 or so years.

"Yes, sire. He figured his credibility would get questioned so he brought me along as well. Mostly because he could not locate any other ranked Angel on the premise as they tend to be...sparse..for some strange reason." Caplet will admit they have had trouble trying to locate them a couple of times. Mostly because the Abbey seems to have confusing interior designs.
Hairpin caught everybody else's attention and pointed at the two key ghosts stuck on the door. "If it isn't too much trouble, your radiance, we would like for these two ghosts protruding out of the door to come out unscathed if that is possible. They're not dangerous or anything, they just had the misfortune of being stuck due to our little door problem." 
Caplet nodded and approached the door, paying really close attention to where the two key ghosts were stuck. "Alright, let's see if this will work. Stand back in case there is a violent reaction." They grabbed the hilt of one of the key ghosts and suddenly their hair sprang to life, moving to the part of the ghost was attached to the door. It wrapped around that area and successfully severed the ghost from the door. 
"Ah! There we go. This little one doesn't seem to be damaged at all. At most, it is just spooked beyond belief. Poor soul." Caplet stroke the ghost before handing it off to Hairpin and did the same to the other one stuck on the door. There, now those two ghosts can rest easy.

Avi watched the ghosts get retrieved from the door, sighing with relief. "Thank you, kindly. As for your previous question, I was a transfer from an English district, yes."

Armsocks blinked a few solid times, his mouth held slack. Oh, what wonderful hair! He started getting close, trepidly looking at it. "Er, Can I possibly touch it?" He said, his eyes were wide and there was a slight grin on his face. He looked like an archaeologist who dug up a particularly important fossil. "I'm sorry for being so brash, it's just--I've never seen it DO that, I've seen it cluster in that particular color formation but I've never been able to properly observe sentient locks!"

Mous stepped in behind everyone once again as they all came to the door, arms still folded before her. She quirked an eyebrow as Caplet approached the door, watching as their hair seemed to move of its own accord, stepping back a bit. Well, that was... unsettling. At least they apparently took good care of it.

Her gaze shifted then to Armsocks, as he seemed rather keenly interested in Caplet's hair. She sighed a bit and rolled her eyes, stepping forward once again. "Pardon me, but is this really the time for that?" Mous finally spoke up, displeasure clear on her face. "Some of us would like to be out of here as soon as possible," Especially so in her case, "I'm sure you'll have another opportunity to gawk at their hair, but there's a more pressing matter at hand here," She nodded her head toward the door.

Of course, as they did focus their attention on the task at hand, she nodded a bit, quieting down again and stepping back. The sooner they got this sorted out, the sooner both they and she could be out of here.