Astrea had already taken a few glances at Mercury’s and Sol’s wrists, (although she probably could have guessed their numbers based off of their codenames; Mercury was the first planet from the sun (unless she had been basing her codename off of the chemical element?), so having a bracelet number of 1 was sensible enough. Sol, however….did souls have any correlation to the number five?) was able to quickly do the math and calculate their digital root. One plus five, plus six.
3. And they only needed three people to pass through the door, correct? She crosses her arms once more, as if it were her default pose.
Her calculations are interrupted by a familiar voice, and a familiar face to accompany it. If she remembered correctly, his number was eight. It hadn’t been that long ago.
Ignoring his jab about being out of place, Astrea shrugs her shoulders and turns slightly so that Felix is included in their little circle of conversation.
“You are not,” she says, tilting her head slightly at his naming of the other two figures standing closer to Door 3 itself. Cat, Hex….? Were they codenames? Hex seemed obvious enough; the prefix for six. But what could ‘Cat’ have meant? A cat’s nine lives? Or it could have been a nickname, a shortening of a longer name? Maybe ‘Kat’ was the female one?
It was a dead end train of thought, and Felix was already asking about their bracelet numbers. (Adding in an eight and a six…?)
“We have a digital root of three,” Astrea replied, although the second half of her reply is cut off by the arrival of one of the two who had originally been standing by the door. Astrea’s about to raise her voice and say something, but reminds herself that now is neither the time nor place for that and so she holds her tongue, shrugging her shoulders once more.
“The three of us,” she repeats, pointing to Mercury and Sol, “have a digital root of three. But, adding in an eight and….a six?” She pauses, looking at the woman, but not only is one of her eyes concealed, she’s keeping her left hand in her pocket. Was this woman ‘Cat’ or ‘Hex?’ Nonetheless, “…That would give us a digital root of eight. So in other words, this fancy “corpse party” of yours would need a digital root of four.”
Corpse party. She just wants to know how they died. Felix had shown some sort of vague competency with medical terms and concepts, so maybe he was a doctor? All the better.
Sol manages to stay silent throughout their conversation, feeling out of place due to his lack of knowledge on the other three who Dinah had been conversing with. He had figured that he’d leave Dinah to the talking, a surprising course of action to take considering how boisterous and talkative he had a tendency to be. However, in a situation such as this, opening his mouth constantly was most likely not a very good idea.
He listens to them all converse, the tall, aggressive woman, the boyish looking one with unkempt hair, and the older looking, moreso…promiscuous man respond to Astrea. One of them was Hex, one was Cat, and apparently the promiscuous man was Felix. Although, that didn’t exactly sound like an alias or a codename to him, honestly speaking.
"Well, if we’ve got a working digital root, shouldn’t we head off now? It probably isn’t a good idea to wait here." His statement had been directed towards all of them, and his tone had been a slightly impatient, but also a bit more assertive if anything. He had felt himself becoming more anxious, letting his mind wander to many gruesome possibilities as they all spoke, and had enough of their chit chat.
"Name’s Sol, but now isn’t the time for fancy introductions now is it?" He flashes a a diminutive, jocular grin, a complete contradiction to the behavior displayed not long ago, but it had been an attempt to lighten his previous qualm. This "Corpse Party" wasn’t something he was too thrilled about.