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[color=8a9a5b]Location:[/color] Hall of Ancients, Strange Academy
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Barty had just finished having his morning coffee and smoke, the cigarette pressing against the cold ash tray as the trail of smoke lazily drifted up into the early air. He was going to need it if he were to deal with his Coven again. Perhaps now that their little mystery had been solved, they could actually focus on the task at hand and discuss the larger Mystery before them. He threw on his woolen coat and made his way over to where the statue was housed, Jake already present as Connie asked him questions that had no bearing on the matter. Barty grabbed the note and read it to himself, watching as the sand began to fall and the statue stood there in utter silence as before. [Color=8a9a5b]”By all means waste our precious time asking asinine questions. Why don't you braid each other's hair while you're at it, at least then you'd be practicing a form of witchcraft.”[/color] 

Barty pulled out an old worn leather notebook from his breast pocket. Flipping it back open to a page he'd written in the night before. The sigils on the statue still bothered him, they made no sense, as well as much of this statue. What did they know so far? The magic doesn't appear as a curse but it acts similar to one, the carvings below appeared broken or miss done in such a way that the magic itself shouldn't work as intended, and the being within the statue appeared to be alive. Barty squatted near the base of the statue once more, writing down the sigil before him as if it were some puzzle to solve, an anagram or something that he could make sense of if only he toyed around with it more. He'd meant to ask Connie the day before to use her magic to alter the statue some, but now he was thinking a bit better. First they should find the proper order to things, only then should they mess with the statue in full. After all, if he got something wrong, it could ruin the entire thing. Barty snapped his fingers to grab his Covens attention. [Color=8a9a5b]”Winthrop, what do you make of these markings at the base of the Statue? You're a studious one, perhaps you can ascertain their true meaning.”[/color] Or at the very least see what I do.