DD-MURA05 (Sep 25, 2017)

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DD-MURA05

Puzzle

“VIII x II.”
Research | 4 Words

Clue

Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: 8 times 2.
Clue 2: What could use Roman numerals at least up to 16?
Clue 3: I'd take a look at C-MURA04. Maybe not the receipt, but the puzzle.
Clue 4: Another name.

Answer and Explanation

Answer: The House Of God
Explanation: In the Marseilles tarot card deck, the Tower - number 16 - is called the House of God.



⚠️BEWARE: THIS IS DECLASSIFIED INFORMATION. WARY EYES ONLY. ENTER AT OWN RISK.⚠️


Summary of Receipt

Summary

Transcript

NUMBER: MURA05
PRIORITY: AND
DATE: 25-9-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: OFF THE RECORD
SERVER: PAYROLL

S.O.T.

Payroll: I knew it! I knew it. You! You’re—

8: Sorry for the mess. I didn’t… Well, it was bad timing, wasn’t it?

Payroll: It wasn’t my glamor that attracted the Tulpa. It was you. It had to be you. That’s why that thing was still alive… because you’re—

8: —Still alive. It’s strange, to be certain. Cheating death.

Payroll: Why did you let us all think you had died?

8: I was meant to be dead, so I played the part. I am playing the part. It gives me a certain advantage over Fate.

Payroll: Does Lucifer know?

8: Not yet.

Payroll: Does… anyone know?

8: I have been coming out of the shadows… slowly but surely. Those who know, who have known, were only the most crucial to know. Mon vieil ami, he knows.

Payroll: He told you, didn’t he?

8: You were never there—but you can’t fault him for telling the dead, can you?

Payroll: Eugh. You haven’t changed a bit, you know that?

8: Well, you have, at least. You’ve taken up a Cafe of your own. Very impressive. Though… you’re leaving yourself a bit vulnerable you know.

Payroll: In what way?

8: Typically, a Cafe has an 8. A figurehead. “Payroll,” it doesn’t quite strike the same sense of… gravitas.

Payroll: Well, we aren’t a typical Cafe. And I don’t want to… I mean… we don’t even really have an “8.” We have three… and they’re—

[8 held up his hand.]

8: Play the part. You’re meant to play the part. It’ll give you an advantage over the Dark.

Payroll: Seriously?

8: Write a few receipts as 8. That’s all. I’m not asking you to be me. Just let others think that there is an 8 there. It’ll throw your friends off course.

Payroll: I’ll think about it.

8: Well, it’s your Cafe, after all.

Payroll: Hey, what about the Tulpa you made. Is it actually gone?

8: No. It’s a thought I doubt I could ever shake. A dream of a different life. A figment of light I will never fully grasp. That being said, it’s been weakened again—in part due to your efforts… and in a larger part due to the Blight Flame which consumed it.

Payroll: Damn. So it’s mostly gone? Like… out of our hair gone and out of the Dark’s grasp gone?

8: I believe so. Yes. If it isn’t, just kill me next time.

Payroll: If only. You know how many problems that’d solve?

8: Oh, too many to count. I’m proud of you, Nikki. I am.

Payroll: Thanks, Jean. I…

8: You’ll serve the best coffee you can. I know it. Here, a way to get in touch. Only in times of absolute crisis.

Payroll: Alright.

E.O.T.