Lucky Baron. Chago's lips curl back and he snarls, growling low and angry as he looks down at the fallen sidhe. He bends over the fellow, not even bothering to start on getting his own things, what few there are, as he does. "I should eat him." he mutters. "We could set up here instead. Let'em try and stop me." And then he continues in Spanish, growing more and more profane as he rants about what he's going to do and who he's going to do it too. He doesn't settle for what he's going to put where either. He goes into quite graphic detail of how deep it'll go and how little lube he'll apply.

By the time he's done ranting, he's dragged the Baron in and closed the door, then packed his own small supply and hidden the iron filled cylinder inside it. Last, he picks up one of the wooden chairs and slams it into the wall over the Baron's head, raining broken bits down on the fellow and moving to offer Genny a chance to lean on him as they leave.

Why break the chair? Simple. Once they're outside, he turns to the door and starts wedging fragments of the pieces he didn't drop into the door frame, until it's too tightly jammed to move. He does his best to wedge them tight too, so there's the smallest amount of wood available to pull them back out by. It's much like pennying someone in with a modern door. A quick final prank of sorts to annoy the Baron before leaving his freehold.

With the wood chips in place Genny calls on a whisper of Glamour and vibrates the door, driving the chips even deeper in place. May as well help out and it doesn't cost her much at the moment.

As they finish Shova and Kiersten come around the corner. There's a difference to the pair, something in the way their fingers are laced maybe. Both are dressed for travel and carrying heavy packs.

Kiersten stops first, looking at the door with surprise. "Umm...why?"

Chago's lips curl in amusement and he rolls his shoulders as he nods to Genny's help. Then he turns to Kiersten. "Because Baron Who'syourdaddy is gonna wake up pissed off and we want a head start."

He gestures for them to get moving and steps closer to Genny to be able to support her if necessary as they start out. "And no. I wasn't my fault. I was good. I wanted to turn him into a decent belch, but it ain't time for that."

"Yet."

Genny studies Shova and Kiersten for a moment before a smirk crosses her lovely features. She starts moving forward again, accepting a balancing hand from Chago, but steady enough that if it comes down to a fight she's not a problem. A murmur travels just as far as his ears. " 'bout time they screwed each other silly."

Kiersten looks at the door and grins before touching her lips with her fingertips. "Terrible accident...I'm sure someone will help him out soon." She pauses, squeezing Shova's hand and then leading everyone off another direction. "Just in case maybe we should go out the back."

Chago's eye flicks to the pair at Genny's soft murmur. She knows his hearing after all, then a small snort comes, clearly a sound of amusement. A cough follows and then a nod. "Yeah. Back door. Side door. Where you want a door? I ain't picky as long as we're out before he can get to us." the cap agrees, even if Genny can easily tell he's trying to cover for his little slip.

Shova nods, looking over his shoulder as he and his lady move along. There's an extra bit of spring to his step, "Fortunately we have signed papers that he's turning over the northlands. So once we're well and gone from the palace there's little that can be done." He looks smug, leaning over to kiss Kiersten's temple. "My girl is a smart one."

Chago watches the pair a moment himself, nodding to Shova's words. "So's mine." he says with a bit of a smirk on his face and a small chuckle. Then he sobers again and rubs his chin. "Okay. I'd like you two to stay with us if you ain't too worried about being up there. You stay close and we can protect you from the crap up there. I'll be putting out word to some folks we trust to get a little more force in the keep. While you're there, anything that comes from here goes past me before anyone does anything with it, clear?"

Not that he'd expect the Baron to try and slip something else drugged to Kiersten or bring her back or anything. Oh no. There’s a reason the Baron hasn’t killed his niece, and Chago wants to know that reason.

Shova pats the pack on his back. "That was the plan. We talked about it last night and it's best we stay away from here for a while." Yeah, there's the stiff upper lip Shova Chago has seen on occasion. Apparently dealing with some pent up sexual frustration is good for the goat.

Genny nods, "Should be plenty 'f room. Dangerous, bu' doable." She smirks, again eyeing the other couple. "Can prolly even find you two a private bath at some point..."

To which Kiersten turns about sixteen shades of bright red, clearing her throat and pushing open a second door. "This way."

Chago can't help it. He's been trying to be good, but when Genny teases and Kiersten blushes, the redcap's laughter breaks free and rolls up and down the hall as he follows them. See? Even 'Brute' has a sense of humor. As the humor fades, he steps up briefly and gives Shova a nice solid thump on the back. "Once things are settled, I'm gonna have more work for ya, but for now, you two just rest and recover when we get there."

Not from that! Pervert. He means Shova from the trip and Kiersten get through her withdrawal, but the smirk that grows as he drops back to Genny's side says he expects to be misunderstood. Once they're out of the Baron's easy reach, he'll explain better too, but he's not mentioning it before.

Recovering...the comment brings another little blush and Kiersten squeezes Shova's hand again. "I'm sure we will...I..." She pauses, coming up short, her nose half an inch from a wall. She puts up her hand, touching the stonework and frowning. "This should be...a portal."

Chago growls softly and looks about. "Just a door or something bigger?" he asks. "And could Shrimp Scampi have closed it." Food close a door? Well, maybe his idea of food. He's likely more eager to eat the boggan than the sidhe. "If it's just a door, I'll open us another one."

"She could have. She's good with portals and she was lingering around down here last night. I saw her when I was looking for Shova." Kiersten presses her fingers against the wall. "This should lead to the back gardens. There's a ride waiting for us there."

Chago steps up to the wall and turns his gauntlet to rake the wall with its sharp edges and spines, scratching a doorway and then shoving at the wall to open a door to the space beyond. Even if it's not where they need to be. It'll be somewhere they're not expected. "Get ready to move. I don't wanna fight our way out, but we are leaving. If I gotta kill folks, I will."

The door of space opens, showing the dawn sky outside. They've come out in the main gardens, which are quiet this time of day save for a gardener out watering plants and chasing nevers away from the roses. He blinks and looks up, but doesn't protest, much more concerned about his babies than the weirdos leaving the keep.

Kiersten takes in a breath, determining where they are. "This way." She moves quick, nearly dragging Shova for all that he's the goat.

Genny raises an eyebrow and shrugs, moving to keep up. She may pay for it later, but no time like the present to see just how much umph she's got.

Chago nods his head and follows along, keeping right beside Genny as he does. If she needs to lean, he'll be there. "Just get us there, doll. We can handle this." he assures. "And don't stop for a damn thing."

He glances at Genny now and then to be sure she's alright, but he doesn't say a word about if she can handle it or not.

She's keeping up, rotating her hip through the motions. There's a little blood, but the weeping is absorbed by her fur and she'll deal with that later.

They come around a corner and Kiersten catches her breath, pleased. There's a set of two horses and a carriage set up behind them. Left unattended for now. She rushes forward, offloading her bag to Shova who stows it all. Unwrapping a bundle there are commoner eshu robes beneath and Kiersten pulls them on, going from a bright force of presence to just another driver.

Shova jumps inside, reaching back to help pull Genny in then make space for Chago. He closes the door and shuts the curtaining tight. "Kiersty will drive us to the edge of the palace lands and we'll swap over to something...sturdier."

Chago nods and grins. "Good planning you two." he confirms before moving to settle beside Genny and bending to check on her. "How bad is it?" he asks quietly. Yeah. He doesn't like letting someone else control things, but when he has to, he doesn't get in their way. Better to focus on what he can do something about.

"Peachy, jus' working the kinks out an' all." The kinks look like they hurt, but she's not about to show it to the two newbies. She's already had enough downtime to feel like she needs to get back some of her own. "The next time we go cross world...I want to make Flan and mantecados and dulce..." She gets a wistful look, fingers twitching slightly. Jonesing bad for a kitchen... For an instant her eyes go distant, the look she gets when she's caught up, but she gives herself a hard shake. "Bah...dammit...what?"

Shova looks over, empathetic for a change. "We'll be to safer grounds by this evening." He offers. "Maybe we can figure something out there."

Genny nods, dropping one hand to Chago's leg, squeezing tight, her nails playing against his pants.

Kiersten keeps driving, and honestly...she doesn't suck.

Chago nods slowly and purses his lips as he catches Genny's look. "Shova. I need some leather, some wood and some nails." he says, hands measuring out a scale. Then he leans back and considers. "You know what kind of space the palace has for cooking?" he asks then. "Me and Genny are both good cooks. Yeah. Redcaps can cook." he adds even before getting the look he expects on the idea. "And it's been a while since we got a chance to relax and do any. You like tex mex?" he asks, relaxing a bit more as her driving relaxes him over that worry.

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Shova looks puzzled, but nods. "I can get them when we stop. There will be a way station tonight, and then we'll finish the trip." The keep was a lot further away than where Chago left them originally. Shova listens as they start talking shop. "Haven't had much tex mex unless you count Taco Time."

Which gets a derisive snort from Genny, "That ain't real food, much less tex mex!"

Chago snorts as well. "Hell... that's like sayin' having a can of Spaghetti-os is havin' Italian." he tells Shova. Then he turns to Genny. "So, I'm thinkin' you and me cook up a good spread. We can make a big pot of beans tonight at the way station and make some proper refried to go with everything." Then it's back to Shova. "Got any tequila? I don't drink that crap, but it makes good beans." Yep. Running before the Baron can make their lives hell and he's planning a menu.

Genny nods, thoughtful. "Yes...a little corn pound and proper tortillas are more than possible." She strokes his legs, thinking now. "Not enough time for a steamed tamale, but could set those up to steam overnight and have them for breakfast." Yeah, she's well and truly distracted. Who cares what they're running from? There's food to talk about.

Chago nods his head. "When we get the wood and leather I'll make a tortilla press." So that's why he wanted it. "What kind of meat do we have?" he asks then as he starts glancing about and considering. "Onion? Peppers? And herbs we can work with?" Yeah, he's almost as bad as her.

Shova stares at the pair of them, as he's done before. Strange strange little ducks. "You're asking the wrong satyr. I like to eat, I know squat about what goes into it. There's a boggan that runs the place we'll be staying. I'm sure she'll let you barter for whatever she's got. I know I ate a spicy drink there once, so she has to have something out there burn worthy."

Chago nods his approval and licks his lips before looking at Genny. "We're gonna show 'em some serious dinner tomorrow. Tonight, we get things ready. Sound good?" Not that he'd take a step to help her focus before starting the cooking since it's been a while. Then it's back to Shova. "Is the shrimp easy to get along with?"

Genny nods at that, a smile crossing her features. She doesn't say thank you, hover her hand finds his and squeezes gently. The focus helps and she can push aside the crazy for a while. "Sounds really good."

Shova arches his eyebrows, "The shr...oh, the boggan. Yeah. Nice ol' grump of a thing who likes whiskey."

Chago's fingers tighten on Genny's briefly and his eye flicks up to hers before his smile grows. Yep. She's better. Then he turns to Shova more fully again. "Sounds like she's alright then." he announces.

His tongue flicks over his lips and he goes a bit more thoughtful. "How you feel about leaving?" he asks quietly. "And her? Is she okay with this? You know until we deal with Baron Butthead, neither of you can go back right? Not after helping us get away. Not unless you can sell that you had no choice."

Yep. Time to start pumping them for info. Again.

Yet another learning moment for Shova as he realizes that at least part of the talk was just putting Genny back on an even keel. She feeds Chago's Hungers and he sates her Passion...what an odd idea. Shova blinks a couple of times, looking towards where Kiersten is driving before he nods. "She knows. The palace wasn't ever much of a home to me anyway, so I don't much care. She has friends there, but has seen too much in the last days...she won't go back until things can be different."

Teach by doing. Something Chago seems to be decent at. "Good. When we get there, wherever there ends up being, I got two main rules. If you and her can live with them, you're welcome as long as you want to be." he assures the satyr as his thumb rubs the back of Genny's hand lightly. "First rule is family takes care of family. They don't mater. We do. Second rule is we don't back down at home. The Keep we build is gonna be home. Anyone tries to mess with us once we're there, I will deal with. If they don't back off, they won't come back. Period. I'm calling my Corby and seeing how many are still mine. They'll be here as soon as we can manage it after. They know the rules. When I say you're good, they'll have your backs."

Genny looks up at that, nodding in approval. She shifts slightly closer to Chago, a warm pressure at his side, making up for some lost time in just a soft touch. "Tell the twins they won't have ta eat Italian shite. You know they'll come anyway, bu' their stomachs will appreciate the news."

Shova is quiet for a moment and then nods. "I've spent a lot of time wandering...not as bad as an Eshu, but close. I think it'd be a nice change to have someplace worth defending and people to do it with. I'll talk to Kiersty to be sure, but I'm pretty certain she'll say the same. Not like anyone there ever really treated her right."

"They will when she's baroness." Chago mutters as he shifts his arm to loop about Genny's shoulders and holds her there lightly. Then he flashes a toothy grin at Shova. "What?" he says, knowing his mutter was likely overheard. "You think I want trouble n both sides of my home? That dark trod is gonna be hard enough."

Genny leans against him, content enough for now, though her fingers run up his thigh, just the slightest bit naughty. "Better idea than Baron Buttmunch."

Shova blinks a little, shaking his head. "Sooner or later I'm going to start anticipating the things you say, right?" Well, he can hope, but prolly not. "Personally I think she'd be an excellent Baroness. I'm just not sure she actually wants the job."

Genny snorts. "She's a sidhe...if she doesn't want it now, she will."

Chago flashes Genny a look that's likely reaction to her fingers...right up until Shova speaks and the 'cap starts laughing. "Hell, Shova. My goat can barely manage that sometimes. If you even get it once in a blue freaking moon you'll be doing good." His eye flicks to Genny again with a 'What?' looks at the 'my goat' comment too. After all, he is the one wearing her jewelry, right?

Still, there are more pressing matters. "She'll want it, once she's clean. She'll start seeing what Baron Blowhard has been doing and want to fix it at the least. It's how she is, from what I've seen. How did he get in here anyway? Granted it? Took it? Something else we need to beat his ass over?"

Hah...like Genny is bothered by the 'my goat' comment? He's her Cap too and don't ya forget it. Possession is an interesting thing between them. Keeping and freeing all at once. Her fingers keep wandering, though she puts on a pretty good innocent look.

Shova notices the wandering and just grins. Satyr...and one that just bagged himself a sidhe, so what does he have to complain about? He sobers at the question though. "Ever read Hamlet?"

See? He's starting to figure it out. How many other redcaps would he ask that to? Chago shifts a little, not to avoid wandering and interesting fingers but to be more comfortable as she lets them go where she wants. He's never been all that shy. "Hamlet? The one with the forest and the war?" he asks then shakes his head. "Nah... that's MacBeth, right? Hamlet is the one with the skull and the slings and arrows crap, right? It's been a while. I'm more of a Tom Clancy reader than Shakespeare. I got a general idea though."

Shova nods a little, amused at the description of the book. "Yeah. Kiersty's father was granted the place in perpetuity to his bloodline and guarenteed that his line would breed sidhe. Someone not of his direct blood can't hold it. It's all tied up in the balefire which will go out. So his brother, the Baron, isn't even really the Baron save in name. Kiersty's dad died under odd circumstances when she was just newly chrysed and her Uncle was named regent, though she is the bloodseat. He's gonna go nuts when he realizes she's really gone."

The interesting fingers continue to be interesting, but carefully so...the woman listening as much as Chago is.

Chago's fingers move along Genny's arm lightly as well, careful and far less interesting since his Gauntlets would be an issue, as well as her hip, depending on how he tried to make it interesting. He does listen to Shova though and a grin grows at the words. "So... what is he when she's clean? A Knight?" he asks. Not like a sidhe is going to not have a title, right?

And then, even before hearing the answer to question one, the Cap's voice lifts. "Hey! Sweetcheecks! Got a question for you!" he shouts. "You recognize my right to my title with this land?"

Oh yeah, if Genny can see it, that 'I'm up to something' glint is in Chago's eye.

Genny chuckles as he shouts, her eyebrows arching and then comprehension in her pretty eyes. Oh, she has a good idea as to what he's upto, yes she does.

Shova blinks, looking towards where Kiersty is sitting, as though he can see through the wall to watch her reaction.

"Careful with the shouting...we're not out of town yet." The sidhe's voice comes back, slightly muffled, but then she does answer the question. "Of course I do. You asked for it, you fought for it, and no one here really wants it."

Chago is quite gleeful at the answer he gets and his voice lifts again briefly. "What? It ain't like I told anyone you go naked under those robes Sweetcheeks!" He's not as loud this time, but he makes sure she can hear it.

Then he sinks back where he sits, chuckling and all but dancing in his seat with pleasure. "I got him. I got his sorry ass right where I want it." he mutters quietly, leaving Shova about a half mile behind, more than likely.

The carriage bucks just a little, maybe a sign that he managed to distract her, the wheels finding rougher road. It only lasts a moment though before she's back under control.

Genny grins as he gets the answer, leaning over and kissing Chago's cheek. "That...is feckin' perfect." Yeah, she's following.

Shova...not so much. He looks between the two of him, brow furrowed. "So what? The Baron told you you could have the place. I don't get what you're all happy about."

"You gotta listen better'n that, Shova." Wow. His name twice in one conversation. Chago must be feeling good. "He gave me land. -She- recognized my title when we claim it. I'm gonna take a redcap title when I've got that home. One roughly equal to Baron, but not official unless it's recognized. She's noble. She recognizes it, then it's got weight. It's got authority." And he is technically a noble as well with those few words.

"If you ain't never felt the weight of Sovereign, you ain't got no idea how much that can mean. Especially if she claims her throne officially. I'll outrank her uncle then."

Genny grins, the look fierce and rather proud. "It's something we been hopin' fer anyway. Gives us a lot more leeway wi' settlin' ourselves an' havin' both official authority an' authority 'f presence." She's very pleased. Nothing quite like being the trueheart to the Witch King.

Shova shakes his head. "Yeah, I've never been Sovereigned...but I can see the logic. Seems like a lot of work for a title, but I'm following."

"It ain't something you'll ever want to happen again. It's like being Browbeat by one of my kind, but you can't tough it out, even if you got the equipment." His hand drops to his crotch in a rather rude gesture to show exactly what equipment he means. "And you got no leeway neither. No way to avoid it, but be better'n the guy trying it."

Chago's head shakes and he smirks a little. "I ain't never had much use for nobles, 'cept as bedwarmers, and I ain't never cared about no title but ones redcaps use. Sovereign changes that though. I gotta be more to protect what's mine."

"It also makes formal crap easier. We get hauled up befer a Duke 'r other big wig an' the title is somethin' they have ta at least acknowledge 'r risk lookin' publically petty. An' it's fine to be publically petty if ya can't be shown wrong." Genny's tones are light, still amused, there's a look in her eyes for just a moment that shows she caught Chago's fib, but she's not about to say anything about it.

Shova nods opening his mouth to speak, then closes it as the carriage jerks to a halt roughly slamming the three about.

Chago's arm tightens about Genny and he braces at the jerking stop, trying to protect her hip with keeping her landing on him instead of hard wood. Anything he was about to say is lost too and he's soon shoving his trueheart aside, still careful of her injuries and growling. "There better be a big, stupid, ugly, troll up there -holding- the horses or I'm gonna beat whatever is in the road."

As he starts forward to better hear what's going on, and to be ready to back Kiersten up if need be, he keeps muttering. "And if there is a big, stupid, ugly troll holding the horses, I'm gonna eat him."

And that's just the parts in English. The Spanish is far less nice.

Genny lands with a twist, mostly on top of him, but it still can't feel good. The gasp and swearing which follows pretty much underlines that. She shifts as he pushes, moving to back him up without even thinking about it, or the fact it's likely a bad idea for a few days more.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Kiersten's tones are high pitched and angry, followed by a scream.