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[eudaimonikos]

[Michael's voice, though he has to raise it to be heard over the ongoing sirens, is casual. Deliberately so, like someone trying to hide how not-casual they feel right now.]

Hey, is there anybody else who's not fighting some kind of war right now? I'd really like to talk to you about...non-war things.

[...]

And if you haven't been to Nastrandir since the sirens started, maybe skip that for now.

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[eudaimonikos]

Soon as possible. Maybe tonight. There can't be that many of them on whichever team is the siren team, so as long as we don't go near wherever their camp is, they can't have people on watch everywhere, all night long.

[They'll likely have to get past the other team as well, but Michael figures someone set up those sirens, and so somebody else is going to take any attack on them as some kind of personal insult.]

I'll sneak around the island a little more today, see if I can get more information. But the longer we leave it, the more likely they are to all just shoot each other to death.

[bibliophilicbells]

[There's a quiet clearing of the throat from the other end of the line, almost guilty-sounding. Somehow.]

Do be careful.

[Which is to say: Aziraphale offers no help on this plan, because he can't. His focus is narrow and distracted and Crowley-shaped.]

I can — if anything happens, I can heal. Not as well as I used to, but... keep that in mind, will you?

[eudaimonikos]

Oh. Yeah, sure. [...] I've never been able to do that.

[More useful than a lot of things he can do, really.]

[bibliophilicbells]

[A shrug, somehow audible.]

In the meantime, I’m going to find Crowley. Before things get worse.

Thank you, Michael.

[eudaimonikos]

Don't get shot.

[Last person he talked to about this totally went and got shot]

[bibliophilicbells]

I’ll do my best.