CD-TLD03 (Mar 22, 2020)
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Puzzle
DEEP KNOWLEDGE
14 CHARACTERS 2 WORDS
“What she has”
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: You might want to read back the message when they rescued her.
Clue 2: What did Zulu inject into her?
Clue 3: During the talk with the Mysterious Benefactor, what do they say she has?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Asmodian Blood
Explanation: In CD-AWNO02, the mysterious benefactor says that 512 has the blood of Asmodeus.
Summary of Receipt
The CaD has no clue where Leviathan is, but they’re searching. In the meantime, Employee 17 has been tasked to experiment with 512 and her blood powers. They do some tests. (look just read CD-TLD03, writing all the important information would need me to copy practically the entire receipt)
Transcript
DATE: 3/22/2020
EMPLOYEE NO. 17
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Still no sign of Shamu. He’s here, we just don’t know where. Manager 0 has put me in charge of a rather interesting project. It would seem young 512’s Asmodian powers are more complex than we originally thought. Without the need explicitly for brains, this opens up a few exciting possibilities. Especially considering it would seem she does not require fresh blood either. I’ve run some tests and here are the results:
CAD BLOOD SAMPLE 1
A quiet room overcast with overwhelming darkness. A sickly sweet scent fills the air, something herbal. A table in the center with a large dusty book opened mid-way. The exposed pages are covered in dust, wax, blood, and ink. There is a drawing of a figure, although its features are obscured by inkblots. A radio somewhere in the dark plays static, occasionally shifting to a station where a few words at a time can be heard. When I go to touch the book, it isn’t there. All that’s left is the void. If I turn around, I can see an overcast field, but when I look up in the sky, there’s just one massive blue eye looking back at me. It won’t blink, but I still expect it to. I’m back in the room when I look down, although now it is lit dimly by lavender candles. Soft music plays from the radio, but every few beats, a pulse of static is heard. Then slowly, the static seeps from the radio and fills the room. Then all I see is white, which fades into a ringing noise. And slowly, the lights fade back into darkness. I’m afraid I’ll lose her again, but I haven’t lost her yet.
CAD BLOOD SAMPLE 2
There are bright warm lights and loud celebrations echoing through the streets. The smell of warm fresh pastries wafting from nearby cafes mixing with the smell of firecrackers and dangerous darkness. Outside the streets' safety lurks dark and horrible things that try to claw their way past the brightness. But then I reach out and shake their hands. Their grasp is warm and welcoming then… nothing. Complete emptiness. Silence. Until the smell of pastries and coffee slowly wafts back in and the sounds of parades and festivals are replaced by a jukebox that plays songs in a language that doesn't exist. It sings softly, and with each new record, the lights flicker brighter. When I looked down at my hands, they were the same ones that pulled me in. The same hands that claw away at the light. I'm scared that one day my hands will snuff out all the light that's left.
CAD BLOOD SAMPLE 3
The music is loud, and the room is blanketed in cheap perfume. Stray light wanders in from beneath my blinds. It’s hot, hotter than any other room in the house. Fairy lights are tacked to the drywall, and makeup is scattered around in the air and on my desk. Everything is lace, latex, and fishnets. Slowly the temperature rises one degree at a time until it’s too hot for comfort. Then the window shatters, and a rush of cold air sweeps in. A hand invites me outside. I pull the hand in. The temperature is now pleasant, but it soon becomes too pleasant. I can’t feel the air anymore. I can’t feel anything anymore. It’s all just empty. Then I see a window and in my hand is a rock. I know that I need to break the window to let in the air, but I see myself when I look inside. The rock gets heavy in my hand, and soon I can’t lift it. Then I watch as the window on the other side of my room is broken. And two hands invite me out. The rock I was holding becomes too heavy, and it drags me down. Far down. Farther down than anything has ever gone. Perhaps, this is where I belong? The outside is too cold for me.
MRS. OGERON BLOOD SAMPLE
The dark thrashing waves of the Black Tide swirl and hiss, screaming for release from their eternal prison. Darkness. A wave crashes against the rocks, and it is free. But, if the sun were to reach the freed wave, it would surely evaporate. Cursed to return to the cold ocean. So the freed wave hides deep below the surface where the sun can never see them. The sun doesn’t want the waves to be free. The moon knows this, and the moon takes care of the wave. The moon keeps the wave safe so long as it promises to stay out of the sun’s sight. But then, another comes along—a fire. The fire hates the sun and beckons the wave to the surface. The fire will protect the wave from the sun. What choice does the wave have? Be scorched by the sun? Or burnt by the flame? The moon says it will protect the wave, but the wave can’t trust what it can no longer see. The wave can see the moon from the surface. The surface is calling.
Interesting results. For privacy reasons I won’t disclose who’s blood was whose, but all three have said that what 512 has written is shockingly close to feelings they have, had, or can’t explain. My guess would be if we could ethically give her a piece of their brain as well it could link those feelings to memories, but, for obvious reasons that is out of the realm of possibilities. Well… we could get a Finfolk brain. But, after our last visit I’m sure they won’t want to see us again. Much less to lop off one of their heads. In any case, there is a “wave,” a “sun,” a “moon,” and a “fire.” The wave must be the Finfolk. The sun could be the Bird. Yes, in fact, I believe it must be. The moon… now that is tricky. Could be Shamu. Could be Pelagic. Could be Carleton. Although… I think Carleton is the fire. That or Padre. I will continue to think about this, and I’ll let you know if I, or 512, make any new breakthroughs.