#earthrunes

"Well, if it keeps the peace," The Ailil shrugs after a moment. "I do have a bikini back home ..." She seems to be seriously considering this. And for a moment, August feels a bit silly? Why would he stop this ancient tradition of feminine presentation? Surely it's better than actual sacrifice? Why argue with a reasonable request from a more progressive Dragon?

Then he blinks.. what the heck? Hell no!

Something was trying to affect his mind!

August shakes his head and scowls. "Dame. Recall yourself. Something is at work here."

"You think a bikini's too tame? Or shoudl I get the other girls?"//"More girls wouldbe welcome" Surivsepreh head leans forward

August looks around the area, up to the roofs and down along the alleys, looking for an influence, something that is causing the effect.

No, no one there on the roofs or alleys, he glances back to the dragon and realizes something. It's Shadow is all wrong! It doesn't match! is that the silhouette of some kind of truck or car? With something extending far too narrow to be any part of the dragon. This thing is fake! A chimerical s hell over something

Claires on the phone, "Yeah, Leonora? I'm going to need help with a dragon. Bring something slinky? Say, is Sparrow there? "

Having seen through it now, or guessed through it, August charges in to attack what he knows is there, not the dragon.

"ooo is she the one with the wi... acck! back up back up!" The 'dragon' says A sound not of footsteps, but wheels! But it's too late. The Liam severs a boom mic! And the illusion crumbles! There's a camera on a flat bed set up truck and a nocker, a satyr, and a redcap, all ages 14 to 16 are in panic.

"I am Sir August Truthbranch of House Liam, and I call you to mind your manners!" He plants his right foot, invoking Protocol.

And that's that, suddenly the boys stop, and take off their hats.

August is scowling, grey eyes steely, and he waits for Claire. He keeps his gaze firmly on the other wilders, though.

"It's not a dragon? Huh I..." Claire's eyes narrow " OKay, what ever it is, they need to turn it off." She points her sword to the lads, "Now."

"may I sir?" The nocker asks August, who seems to be holding 'court'

"Yes. Hand your equipment to Dame Claire for inspection."

They turn off the odd steamteck looking camera, and hand their gear over. The urges have stopped. Claire looks over the device, "We're confiscating this. And you three? You're coming with us. The Baroness or perhaps Chancellior will decide your fate. Me? I'd cut off what was clearly clouding your judgment."

"Come with us." August orders, to ensure it.

"We were kind of hoping for a 'fae gone wild' thing you know? Gotta make dross..." "Didn't hurt nobody..." "We're sorry" and they silence at the first sidhe to glare them into good behavior, and off the two knights and three 'dragon makers' go.

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