You are the night-time fear
It swirls around him: ice barricades, passwords, Azrael, weapons. He licks his teeth behind his lips, nodding to the animated Nate again. "A phrase and a response, do you think that'd do the trick?" he muses. Working out the teams roster itself can be done afterwards."If we can set up a safehouse the monsters would shy away from perhaps Azrael and Isla could remain there, with Bastien and guards, of course. We need to remember there'll come a dawn, and we'd all like to see it."
It's not just about winning in the darkness—but surviving to see the light, too. They need to remember that. But, if Bastien were to outright refuse the involvement of his child, Aamu won't argue. Be annoyed, yes, but he thinks he'll accept it. Had it been the war against The Order, though...
What they're doing here doesn't strike him as necessity so much as mercy. A favor, paying back for what they've been given.
"What breath does the dragon have?" Please say fire. "I think it'd be a useful shift regardless, if they're drawn to regular light we can carry lanterns and try to lure them were we need them. Are we going for one big monster pen, and then hitting them there with all we've got?" He'd prefer that. Not spread themselves so thin.
"Oh, and anyone got an Accepted on hand, for that channeling ability?"
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
