#earthrunes

Dog fighting is illegal in Missouri, I'm sure. Not that it matters.

His eyes, cold amber, look to her. And a nod. “I forgot my driving gloves inside, but in times of greatest need...” he moves towards whatever car indicated.

Ludmilla's eyes are dark and furious, muttering "not again"

"Again? Warder?"

August tosses keys to Vince.

"A great failure. I should have been there for Isis. "

Coradel tells everyone the location they were given, and old pig slaughterhouse. "The password for entry is Chuckwagon."

August proceeds to open up the car he's at and wait at the driver's side. Two cars enough for everyone?"

She shakes her head. "You were where you were supposed to be. Isis did not follow the rules. This is not your failing, Warder."

She climbs into a vehicle (definitely NOT in the driver's seat).

"Adorable," Magnus says, now having joined, "Isis is still safe for now. " //Claire nods, "Let' not forget, they have guns. We may have to call on the wyrd for the armor."

Taking the keys, he draws in first close to August, and murmurs. "Shall we hunt again, old friend?" Before taking the driver's seat.

August nods to Vince, seats Coradel, and takes his own seat as the others mount up."

"Go."

VROOM ZOOOM ZAM!

"Clever ruse?" Coradel asks. "Wait and see? Or full on assault upon arrival?"

August has been thinking. "Vince, Sir Sergi, Warder Ludmilla wait outside, as a surprise. Magnus, Claire, you, and I go in as Nick and his friends, so see the show. Perhaps Vince and Sir Sergi can find a back way? We have to find her before we can rescue her."

They speed down the road, it is not far, they'll be there in fifteen minutes tops, with some time before the fight. Magnus seems to be trancing even now. Claire nods and is sharpening her blade.

OOC Did I get everyone?

Magnus speaks "She's in a small cage, too small, litle barbs. there's a fat man with a stick poking at her. "

"And I, August? You do not expect me to wait in the car, because that isn't going to happen."

A cleared throat. "I am certain that at such a sport, the fairer Michelle Vick's are common spectators..." A glance at Claire and to Coradel, his tone a touch apologetic.

((Whoops, I didn't see the "you" in the list. Yes, okay, DLP.))

Outside the location Coradel nods, and glances to Claire. "I believe we are arm- and eye-candy." And she takes "Nick's" arm.

August glances at the other car, but just a glance since they were able to share plans on the phone. A subtle nod, and he takes Coradel's arm to lead her in.

He gives Sergei a glance, waiting to see his response to the suggestion. "If they want a fight, I can offer them bigger game..." A hint of growl to his voice.

She's six foot one inch

In mortal terms

(6'6"!)

August raps on the door firmly.

Well, the door is really not that set, and even before 'Nick' walks up, he sees some bruisers in the finest flannel and camo one can... ok, they're not dressed well, but they are big. One spits on the ground, "Hey there. Help you?"

"Chuckwagon."

Meanwhile, circling back around to see if there was another entrance. Eyes peeled for trucks with dog crates, perhaps a loading area, back door to the kennels?

"Hey, just like that..." One guy leers at Nick's girl, but then pats 'nick' on the shoulder, "You and your friends get on in"

August nods with utter confidence and privilege, and leads the gang in.

Coradel gives the guy a suggestive head-to-toe-and-back-again look even as she walks in with Nick.

August is scanning the room and the crowd.

The crowd is forming, bets are being made "Five hundred on tyson" "Kimball will take it.250 on him" "Small potatoes, where are the real men here ?" Laughter and bets go up. Hot, sweaty and full of the smell of dogs, persperation, and booze. there must be at least 15 other people in the crowd, folks who came to bet.

Coradel is looking around as well, but stays near Nick.

Meanwhile, Vince starts to trip as he attempts to peek up a back window, and then gets hauled back behind and under a car by Sergei.. .a guard walks past. Only then does the knight lookat him "You can't hide?"

Vince seems tense, unable to concentrate on searching. A hand shoves through his hair, and he paces alongside Sergei, nearly trembling with contained energy.

August looks around to see where they might view the combatants.

"Hide?" His eyes flash golden, angry, though not directed at the sidhe. "Hyena hides, to be ripped to shreds... "

Sergei groans then "Follow my lead. Do not break the pattern."

A huff of breath, and he follows, intently.

the dogs are not yet in the ring proper, but one can see the handlers to the left side in a make shift kennel area. The dogs are mostly of the pit breed, but others are there

August leads Coradel (and Magnus and Claire) over.

Coradel graces each handler with that same look she gave the bouncer. It looks like prelude to a come-on, but has more to do with sizing up the opponent.

Claire says with a chilling ease, "Huh, some of these look like they didn't heal right. Hurt em in the next fight."

She says it as coldly as anyone might imagine an Ailil being. Cruel, and callous