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ohhh my god

[enelmord]

Yes, me. I sent that days ago.

I was starting to think something had happened to you.

[In other words, he was worried. Just a little.]

[barkonthetree]

I DIDN'T HAVE THIS GLASS THING FOR SOME TIME

WHY ARE YOUR LETTERS SMALL

[not going to address That Tone. Nothing happened!]

[enelmord]

This is what normal writing looks like.

Why are you writing like that? It looks like you’re shouting everything.

[barkonthetree]

WHY ARE THERE DIFFERENT SIZES FOR WRITING

[Hold on.]

[enelmord]

They’re not different sizes, one is upper case and one is lower case. You only need upper case at the start of a sentence. Or for names.

Who taught you how to write?

[barkonthetree]

THAT'S DUMB

[a short time later, there's a picture attached. You can thank Tony Stark for jerry-rigging his cuff to super middle ages bitch baby mode so that he knows how to do literally anything.

Anyway! It's a photo of a cocktail napkin from the casino, which is where he's writing to you from. And now there's scribbles running horizontal down the right of it, pen donated by some generous passerby.]

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IT'S THE SAME FUCKING SIZE WHY COMPLICATE SHIT

[enelmord]

[The letters Inuyasha writes are not like any he has seen, but he at least knows better than to retort with Those aren’t letters. Ravka uses a different alphabet too, the letters like distant cousins to those he knows.]

I see, you’re using a completely different alphabet from me.

What does it say?

[barkonthetree]

is this bettter

[Fat chance he's going through the bother of switching from big to small and back again.]

its my name

so what is this like your alphabet

[enelmord]

Better.

[The abysmal lack of punctuation makes his question hard to parse, but—]

Yeah, it looks like this.

[A few moments later, Inuyasha gets his own photo of a cocktail napkin, marked in stubby pencil with a straightforward script: Matthias Benedik Helvar.]

That’s my name.

[barkonthetree]

[teach him about question marks then! god!]

yeah its really close to this prismal stuff

kind of annoying to go reading backwards though

whats benedik helvar

[enelmord]

[Maybe he will!]

My full name obviously.

[barkonthetree]

oh they're your family names okay kagome has a name like that

higurashi kagome

you're supposed to put the family one first

[enelmord]

Well that’s how we do it in Fjerda. First, middle, last. Everything in proper order.

Kagome? Is she your sweetheart?

[He never did get a name. And he cannot help the small twist of guilt that ensnares him then.]

[barkonthetree]

[aaaaaaah

aaaaaaaah]

we weren't sweethearts

[But if wishes were horses...]

[enelmord]

[Djel help him.]

Oh. I’m sorry.

[barkonthetree]

its better that way

[enelmord]

[It’s a simple statement beneath which groans all manner of hidden depths. He wants to leave him with some bit of encouragement or consolation, but everything he could write seems tawdry.]

That’s often not for us to decide.

[And ultimately, they’re in the middle of a mission. They need to refocus.]

Don’t leave that napkin lying around with your name on it. These are dangerous people.

[barkonthetree]

[Thank the stars for the subject change. It's best not to delve there.]

they can't even read it yours is more obvious

somebody asked me to draw her some more

[enelmord]

Take it with you anyway. Cover all tracks.

[He has some sense of what Kaz Brekker can do with just a person’s name, and the people running this show must be just as connected.]

Are you planning on fighting in the tournament?

[barkonthetree]

fine ill take it

and no it said that theyll purify your powers away and im not getting caught in a strange place like that

What about you

[enelmord]

I’m hoping to get closer to the participants and see what they know.

And I don’t have any powers to lose.

[barkonthetree]

some of them fight to the death

[Don't be stupid, Matthias...]

[enelmord]

I know. If it starts to looks bad, I can always step out of the ring and disqualify myself. At least mercy is an option here.

[It hadn’t been a choice at Hellgate: you fought, or you died.]

[barkonthetree]

good

if you died needlessly that would really piss me off

[enelmord]

[Was it needless? he can’t help but think. Remembering those hateful cold blue eyes, the gunshot, the bloom of pain. Sinking into Nina, bleeding on her beautiful hands.]

Well I wouldn’t want that.

You know I can take care of myself in a fight.