#rescuemiriam

"I'm a bit worried innocents might be hurt in the rioting."

"I know, yes, Miriam, but.. but there's... there's so many in there..."

"We're after just one right now, nu?"

"Can't count on the rest doing what we want them to."

*August* No. All of them. *Firmly*

"One right now."

"Oh christ," He mutters.

"Worry about the rest AFTER."

*August, Firm* All.

"August, " He looks over, " Do you have some Liam commandos on speed dial around here? I'm only asking because if you have a way to make this happen that's less suicidal, I am all ears."

And then August seems conflicted.* No. No, I don't.

(Out of the Dreaming, his stare to August under the streetlights is direct) "Look, we get it, you want to be fuc...to be noble and do the right thing, yadda yadda. But you know, life isn't all fairytale. Good guys don't win just because they're good guys, August. They get shot, bleed out from the liver and die."

"But why can't we try?"

"Because we will get shot, bleed out from the liver and die."

"Make them -lose-."

Out of the Dreaming, August returns the look to Ice True. And sometimes it's worth it.

"Not to me."

"Hirim, wait for 1122..."

"Look, if the old bastard wants to be killed, get us killed, try some dramatic stunt, count me the hell out."

"How about this, we get intel, learn the numbers of opposition and then make a plan for full retrieval... and Hirim what the hell are you doing now?"

*He stops and looks back, just at the edge of the streetcorner* What? How long? While.... how long?

"And here I thought getting old meant you got wise." (A snort)

"A few minutes. For the spider."

*Hirim* Look, so simple. I go in, I ask for someone like her, I keep asking, I find her, we leave. Yes? Good.

"Yeah, because old feygala like you visit crack houses for whores." (Bluntly) "Think they'll buy that?"

"Besides, you cut in line, bad idea."

Hirim His visage goes dark, and he appears to be.. building... like a stopped-up volcano....

(This time, he looks at Earl. Last time HE stopped it, he got bitched at. So he waits, leaning against the wall)

A glare at Hirim, "Yeah, and..." A pause, "Wait... you can portal passage. I can see how you'd be good at getting her out... but what's your plan, what's your DETAILED plan?""

He moves to HIrim, "I want to hear, I really do... Please. Because right now, it sounds like you want to die trying to save folks you care about forgetting they'll probably die trying to avenge or save you."

*Hirim, with great effort and probably a forward payment on a coronary event, sneers at Earl.* Boychik, you heard it. This kind of thing, no detailed plan exists, not for good. Go and do and do what you can, vershtay?

"Ratchet needs you. We will get her. I can veil, the sword can veil. Distract them...."

"I got a better plan. Two, three. At least when they fail, we won't look stupid."

"And you can't wait ten minnutes for an effective chimerical spy to report so our odds increase?" He says.

"Our odds to save Miriam."

(He stays leaning with crossed arms, watching the drama sharp-eyed, but also keeping an eye around them, because SOMEBODY has to)

Zara, Ratchet thinks I'm dead. And you, too. So dying here for me makes no difference. *Ignoring Ice, he speaks to Earl.* Ten minutes? So. Ok. *He nods and stumps away.* 10 mintues.

(His eyes flick to Earl) "Talk a minute?"

"Thank you," He says to Hirim, meaning it, and then steps back to ICE nodding

((What mortal clothes are August and Earl wearing?))

"Ghost, she's really good at getting in places, nu?"

"Dying matters to -me-, Hirim. You think... I know, I know I'm not blood, but... "

"Yeah, and I hate the fact our best plan is relying on her to do the retrieve."

"You. I don't want to lose -you-. We have here, we try when they move them again, we get bigger guns to help, need be. But we can't make you not dead, you... we can't fix that."

((Mortal clothes? Does Earl look like a country bumpkin?))

*August is wearing blue jeans and a white button-down Oxford shirt; prep school-boy without the tie.*

*Hirim, with a sigh* I know, Zara. I know.

sky blue button up shirt, and denim jeans.

And a winter coat