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[omniavincit]

WHO: William and his issues
WHAT: A man starved for reading materials
WHERE: Negotiable, though probably near the wall-o-mystery
WHEN: After Ruth's tête-à-tête with the setting


Hey. It's William. [ He sounds distracted, which, oddly enough, means this is more to-the-point than usual: his words slightly clipped, fewer hesitations. ] I have a request. If you see any symbols or markings—write them down? Take a picture, carve them in a piece of wood, whatever. And make a note of where you found them.

I'm trying to put something together. [ In this place where everything's constantly falling apart. He's not being vague for the sake of it—it's hard to explain his conviction that the symbols matter. That they must mean something. It'd be harder still to explain the knot in his stomach, the feeling that if he'd only known what they meant, what Ruth had gone through could have been prevented. ]

We can meet [ here he lets out a breath that falls just short of laughter ] at your leisure. Thank you.

[ Ten seconds later: ] Let me know if you need an example.


[ ooc: HONESTLY DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH THIS, it's open for all your mystery letter needs and musings and I 1000% do not need William to be in charge. Threadjack away, say your character's already been collecting them, tell everyone to stop wasting their time, it's all good.

William-wise, you can reply here or meet up with him in person (he'll most likely be at the wall, huge shock) or both!! He's currently able to read minds and I'd love to play around with that, but if it's not your cup of tea that's totally fine too. ]

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[itselbitch]

Said like a true socialite. [ playful, but clearly sarcasm. ]

I managed to get a few photos. It might not be a bad idea to go back and grab some of those blank books from that maze of a city to use for scratch. I can try a few deciphering spells that way too, though like with a lot other things already, I'm sure there's going to be some sort of counter magic that prevents using them.

You know, since nothing is easy here for more than three seconds at a time.

[omniavincit]

[ Dryly: ] Refreshments will not be served. [ Unless you show up while he's having a snack. Then he might share.

He's unspeakably grateful that Eliot gets right down to business. Has his questions all lined up until that last statement.

He can't remember the last time something was easy. Not even for three seconds. William turns as though shielding the conversation, receiver in hand, the radio's cord coiling around his arm. ] Are—how're you doing?

[ragnarsson]

Is it just me or do these symbols kind of look like runes?

[Maybe it's just one of those things where the longer you linger on it the more it's on your mind, but Ivar can't help but see familiarity in some of the symbols.]

[omniavincit]

[ William's bowed head jerks up—there's a surprised note in his voice when he responds, warmth around the edges. ] Guess we should've gotten started on those lessons.

[ It only seems natural—he'd looked at the markings and seized on the symbols reminiscent of t and w. And judging by the slings and arrowheads littering the landscape, maybe it makes sense the alphabet would have more in common with runes than modern English. ] Which ones?

[ragnarsson]

Most of them mean nothing to me, but I've seen these symbols repeated several times in the markings.

[He draws out three of them: ᛋ, ᛏ, and ᛚ.]

Those are all runes. Sōwilō, tiewaz, and laguz are their names.