#earthrunes

Sergei leads Vince htorugh that window, helping him up "quickly. " Muttered Russian curse, "you're heavy"

Coradel leans over to Claire. "Yeah? Which one is worst off, you think?"

Top lip rolling back from his teeth, mouth open slightly as he inhales, nose wrinkling at the smell of the dogs, the sweat - the tension, fear-rage-anger-confusion of the animals. He pulls himself through the window with upper-body strength - those muscles aren't just for flexing to the ladies - then helps Sergie through after ensuring a clear coast.

August, too, reviews and catalogs the fighting animals.

"I wonder if I am appropriately dressed. Perhaps a fur coat." He growls to the Varich.

"Well, obviously that one," She points to one miserable creature. this must be Rosh, toothless, missing one eye, it was once a handsome animal perhaps, now the poor pit lab mix is a patch work of old stiches over old wounds, fur born smooth.//The man protests "Oh now that's Rosh, Bait Dog. He wo't be fighting. "

The Varich and the Pooka have come into an office, it would appear they've bypassed a guard, because there's a large safe in here. The Varich nods, "LI will close my eyes at the time"

Coradel makes eye contact with the man. "Tell me how that works? The whole Bait Dog thing?" Her hand slips free of Nick's arm as she moves a little bit closer to the man.

Listening intently for any sound - an unhappy mrowl, breaking through the din. His gaze passes over any desks, paperwork, etc - a moments glance but he moves on - his concern more with the immediate, than any other details at the moment.

"Well, it builds confidence in the more aggressive ones," He says, "Give them a dog that can't fight back, get them a taste for fighting by giving them an easy win. Sort of like what they do to human boxers, only these guys work for kibble."

Magnus whispers to August "Behind that crate...Isis is there ."

"Ohh, that's smart," she purrs. "But he does look pretty beat up."

And a glance up at Sergei, reaching over to run a hand across the desk. "Looks rather dry in here. It's been a dry summer. Sure would light up nicely..." Fingers scratching against the wood, leaving a small trace from the nails.

August's nod is more of a head-tilt.

"Can you get her?" A murmur.

"What about this one?" Coradel moves a little past the man and indicates another dog. "What's his name?"

Almost brushing against him, but not quite.

What's this? Vince discovers a sticky on the UNDER Side of the desk. If he looks, it has a combination

These guys are not the sharpest tools in the shed

August glances, frowns.....

He blinks as he catches sight of a bright yellow note. "One.. two... three... four?" he reads off.

Magnus nods, "I'll need a dis..." then Coradel vamps it up, "nevermind"

Sergei shakes his head, "they deserve to die for how they treat these once noble beasts. they deserve to have thier corpses kicked for stupidity"

"Probably armed, but do they send in the bomb robot?" As he opens the safe.

Coradel gets told about "that's Chomper, he's not ready for fighting either, but we just got him. He's some fancy new breed, new to the states anyway.. damn pittbull regs are sure funny. We just get other types."

August notes Magnus moving out, and nods to Claire, and then drifts towards Coradel.

"Yeah? Where do you get them? Pet stores?" She dangles her fingers in one of the cages, drawing them back when the dog makes the expected lunge, overreacting at her 'near miss.' "Oh! He's vicious!"