AUD1702
NUMBER: AUD1702
PRIORITY: DINER
DATE: 12-8-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: THE DARK
SERVER: MANAGER
Well, wouldn’t you know it, seems like we’ve got ourselves a right proper shakeup in the Dark’s roster. Stronsay, that slippery eel, seems to be out of the picture. I reckon only for as long as the Locker and Levi can hold ‘im again, but I’m certain that the ol’ fish’ll swarm ‘im with ‘is unending ‘orrors and all that. Quite the turn of events, choice? I knew we were plannin’ for Levi to take care of Stronsay for us… just wasn’t really expecting it to pan out like it did. Now that ‘e’s back in the sand with ‘is bucket and pail, we can finally take a bit ov a breather.
‘Course Umbra’s anything but reelin’ over the loss of Stronsay. The bloomin’ heap o’ coke pulled out another ace from his sleeve. Enter Thyrs. Nasty, piece of work, as old or older than Stronsay was. Still not quite what I’d call a proper geezer… but he’s still questionably unservable. I mean, you’d think based on all the rumors ‘round ‘im he was served a good long nickel and dime ago. I think—though, truth be told this ain’t much for Diner talk—I think he can be served but ‘is body can’t. Same with all of ‘is kin. Figmented, was the proper term, last I read about it. This raises the question of what Umbra did to get ‘im walkin’ again.
I’ve got the New Guy on workin’ out exactly what Umbra said to get ‘im movin’. I mean, I know it was Enochian of some sort, but Enochian is far from my forte. Languages of the Ottawans? No problem. Languages of still north of that? Little out of my Amy Winehouse. Though… if I had to guess, all ‘is little fancy words were more ceremonial like. Intention-based… what’s the Diner-type term… cocktails? Hat tricks? You know what I mean. No, I think the key was whatever it was that he put in Thyrs’ mouth. Now… what the hell was that, do you reckon?