Boy... there's something to walk into, huh Genny? When she gets there with the notes, he takes her over to his mirror, and starts explaining both the moving magic for the message and the Scrying they're doing for Kenny. Yep. Chago has learned a little about teaching since 'watch me'.

Genny grins at the comment making a smoochy sound at both of them, and flipping her tail before she moves to settle in with her bunk equipment. She nods as he teaches Kenny, obviously pleased with how far Chago has come. He's earning his title both by taking it and proving he can lead people...even ones that aren't mated to him.

Kenny shows himself to be patient enough to learn, even if he has to ask for Chago to repeat some of what he's teaching more than once.

Chago grins at the boy's approach and when they're ready to start he says "Pay more attention to Genny than me. Scrying seems like something you ain't gonna pick up without a lot of work, but you got a good head for movement. Might be better to focus on your strengths first and then build to the rest. But remember what she’s doing is delicate. Not the place to start."

That said, he pours sand on the mirror and uses a fingertip to sketch his target in the sand, gathering what he brushes off with the other hand to sprinkle on Genny and Kenny so they can see the results as well. Once he's sure of the details, he takes a deep breath and blows all the sand off that glass and the reflection of the room 'blows' away too until they see his target.

Kenny watches with a sharp interest, his fingers twitching but he doesn't touch anything. He doesn't want a fist in the head or to get his hands bit off.

Genny moves forward slightly, a rolled piece of parchment in her hand. She sings softly as she works, and drips a few drops of dark liquid onto the sand...it looks like blood, but a good sniff proves it to be mole sauce. You work with your passions where they lie...and in the picture it's a jar of the same sauce which falls over and opens. A large troll is in the room at the time and immediately notices the jar and the knife nearby that floats into the air and dips itself into the mole sauce, like a pen into an ink well. It starts writing a message on the floor, just as Genny writes it in front of her, telling the right people to assemble and sketching out the message of what should be done and when.

Chago's lips curl into a grin as they work. One of the twins nods sharply as he reads. "On it boss." he replies for the people he knows hear him even if he can’t see them, a speech for the usually tacturn trolls. While the redcap keeps the view open, the trolls call folks in and ask where they stand, making the division pretty clear. Trolls with Chago. Fae kin, mostly with Chago but afraid of being in the Dreaming as long as setting up the keep might take. They saw Eric's favorite 'toy' and know what lingering there too long does to a mostly mortal mind. Evan is coming, no question. Jamal? He's always been happy with Kink and elects to stay along with their former satyr DJ. Lynn? She doesn't even bother to answer the call from the trolls.

As he watches, Chago tells Kenny "This is simple too. If you got a brain in that head of yours. Most folks think redcaps ain't smart enough to be seers, but they don't know what we can be if we decide to. We're more than our hunger and our attitude. Looks like the folks I expected are coming too. Hoped for one more, but... well... I ain't exactly surprised she ain't there. Not with how she turned on us over that nocker mula." he mutters. As the group makes their first arrangements and plots how long until they expect to be ready Chago explains more about how to be a smart Redcap as well as how to focus that toward arts like his. Not that he's taking Kenny under his wing a bit or anything.

Genny keeps feeding things along, her attention for the working while Kenny and Chago talk. She needs to make sure they have the list of things to bring and sends assurances that they can get the kin in and out as necessary. Don't want to break their toys...well...at least most of them. She doesn't seem surprised either by how things fall, and further gives instructions for Evan to deal with as far as transfering and closing some accounts on that side. Things they'll need to set up the other side of things in the mundane world of California.

Kenny, despite everything, is quick on the uptake. A lot of his issues seem to be tied with a lack of opportunity and bad information. He nods as he listens and starts asking questions, mostly in the way of how bunks can be crafted and being able to work on people versus other things.

With the reassurances, Benjamin offers to come long enough to secure the place initially, but wants to return after to be sure of himself. Another shooter, however short term, is always useful. With the lack of even talking to them though, Chago adds some accounts to shut down or redirect as well, ones she shared from. Then his full attention reverts to holding the scrying open until everything is done and to answering Kenny's questions. Affecting people is something Chago is -really- good at, after all. Friends. Enemies. Fae. Kin. If it can even remotely be called people, Chago can target it.

Genny finishes up, leaving the boys with a time to expect another contact and they'd better be ready by then. She draws her hand across the working, erasing the message on both side. She finally relaxes and the knife she was using as a pen on the other side drops. "It's done, darlin'. They need twelve hours give 'r take."

Kenny looks up from the lesson, frowning a little at the interruption, but he's learning not to mouth off to Genny – at least in front of Chago.

Chago nods once to Genny and drops the scrying link to focus more fully on Kenny. He finishes explaining the point he was on and describes some simple practices the younger redcap can do to help hone his ability to affect fae directly. May as well start on the thing he may need most, right? His smile shifts slightly toward a smirk too and he nods toward Genny. "And Kenny... I caught the look. Don't worry. I ain't gonna slap ya down for saying what ya think about her when she's here to hear it too. Her and me spar. If she thinks you need slapped, she can do it just fine herself. I'll only do it if ya talk behind her back."

Genny gives Chago a grin before tucking her papers and such away and looking at Kenny, arching both eyebrows. "Any time ya wanna go the rounds jus' let me know. Gotta stretch out this hip anyhow."

Kenny looks between the two of them, his brow furrowed before he nods. "Riiiight. I'll do that."

Chago grins a little wider at the looks from Kenny. "What? You think I'd be with someone couldn't watch her own ass most of the time?" he asks. "Them horns and hooves ain't just for show. I'd rather fight a troll than a pissed off satyr that knows how to use what he's got. Trolls got honor. A satyr will kick your cojones out your ass as a warm up."

There's another disbelieving look from the redcap...which lasts for about thirty seconds before Genny whips around and kicks him in the jaw. Sore hip or not she pivots easily enough and the connect is solid and sounds painful.

He's stunned for half a second before he rushes her, teeth snapping together. His problem is, as Chago saw before, he's young and a decent fighter for a street thug. Street thug versus the kind of fighters Genny and Chago have had to become? It takes her about thirty seconds to put him on the ground hard, kneeling on his neck with his arm twisted up behind him. From that position she looks up and snorts softly, "So anythin' else ya need at the moment darlin'? I was gonna see 'bout brewin' up somethin' ta help Kiersten. She' reached the point where she's vomittin', an' headed right fer dehydration."

"Whore..." Kenny manages the word from where his face is smushed against the ground, wriggling and trying to free himself, but she's deprived him of leverage where she's got him twisted.

Chago snorts at that and shakes his head. "She's a lot of things, Kenny, but she ain't no whore. Hell, for a goat, she hardly even gives it away." he points out. "And you might wanna consider where she's got your arm. I ain't gonna stop her from breaking it if you do find something that insults her." he warns before looking up to Genny. "I think we're good. We need her soon as she's able so go on ahead."

Then it's back down to Kenny. "Kid. You fight like me when I lost my eye. All guts and temper. You'll kick anything's ass you want, except someone that's a real warrior or someone that's got more piss and vinegar than you do. Right now, her and me are the best fighters here. When the trolls get here, they're as good. Any of the four of us can make you better. You want bare hands, that's me. You want normal weapons, you talk to Drake. He's one of the trolls coming. You want something exotic, Genny knows whips and I bet Drake could give at least some advice for using a scythe. I know a little about one, but I'm better with my Gauntlets. You wanna learn to shoot, Ask Evan or get over yourself and ask Benjamin. He's only kin, but I ain't never seen a better shooter overall."

As he explains this, his weight shifts subtly and he gets ready so that when Genny moves, he can go for Kenny from behind if there's a cheap shot in the kid's future.

Kenny listens, though he doesn't immediately respond, which is either a sign that he's angry or that he can't breathe all bent over as she has him.

Genny nods, watching the shift in Chago's weight. She stretches her shoulders, until something gives a pop and then comes off of Kenny in one quick move that leaves him on the floor and brings her fully to her feet. "I'll go see ta the girly then. Yer still in charge 'f settin' up a sleepin' place fer us. We'll want ta make sure folks 're rested up before we pull everyone through. Gonna be a hell 'f a lot 'f work ta do. An’ we’re nearly out ‘f the bespelled jerky, we’re gonna need rest ta recharge whatever we can get." She's not complaining in the slightest, in fact seems to look forward to it. She blows Chago a kiss and turns to leave. There's a purposeful negligence to her turn, opening an opportunity for Kenny which the kid tries to take, lunging to his feet and snapping at her arm, intending to bite it off if he can get a grip.

Poor Kenny. As soon as he's fully turned to Genny, Chago moves. Her inviting offer in the careless turn just positions the younger redcap for more pain. Chago uncoils and drives the point of his elbow into Kenny's kidney with the full force of his body coming up. This twists the older redcap a little and sets up the next strike too, turning back and catching the back of Kenny's head with the other hand to ride him to the ground and drive the kid's face into the rocks. Chago's body follows, shoving a knee into Kenny's back and pinning him again.

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"We're family, kid. Remember that rule? Family don't come at each other from behind." he explains. "She hit you from the front. You go at her from the front, I'll let you two fight it out. Ain't got issues with that. I'm Boss though. I don't let none of my Boys get jumped from behind by nobody if I'm there to stop it. If that means I gotta fight dirty... sucks to be you. If there's one thing I'm better at than punching things, it's fighting dirty."

With this explained, he finally lets up the pressure on the back of Kenny's head. "You feel me?" he asks then quietly. "Are we on the same page, or do we have one too many redcaps in this place?"

Kenny grunts and then finally goes slack, letting the tension roll off of him. It's a surrender and he mutters against the floor. "Your house, your rules...Boss." Though considering his face is smushed on the rocks it comes out a lot more muffled. "We on the same page."

Chago rolls to the side then and comes to his feet smoothly, holding one Gauntleted hand down to the younger redcap, both in offer of help and pointed reminder that he -could- have ripped the kid up instead of what he did. "You might wanna go talk to Genny. She's the best healer we got. You're gonna be pissing blood for a couple days otherwise." He warns. "Gonna hurt like hell tomorrow too." Like he doesn't already?

Kenny hesitates an instant before taking the offered hand and pulling to his feet. He rubs his back, massaging where it hurts most. "No shit." He turns his head, spitting blood from where his face got mashed into the rocks...twice. "Why you put up with all these other types as family anyway? Why not a cap corby?"

Chago nods his approval at asking questions instead of just copping attitude. "Short answer. I took a motley from a fecking ogre and ate him alive for all the shit he did to us. They earned their position, every one of them. Most of them were already family before I became Boss and it was natural to keep 'em." He explains. "If you want the long answer, it'll take some going into. You can help me set up the beds for us all while I explain it if you want to hear it." That's right. Work comes before long stories.

Kenny considers for a minute, still rubbing his sore bits. Finally he nods, falling in wherever Chago wants to lead. "Guess...well...I ain't seen much benefit in using the other kiths save for a few things. You treat them as equals. I don't get it."

Chago nods his head as he leads to where they're setting up to sleep and starts looking things over to decide what needs to be where. Then he moves some boxes around to make some privacy for different parts and directs Kenny with a few simple instructions for what he wants.

Once the work is underway, he weighs his words. "It's because all the kiths got their best things. They're all good to have. Well... pookas are kinda hard to take, but I'm sure there's one somewhere that's good for something. Maybe." he begins.

Again, he gets thoughtful for a bit as he works. "See... here's the thing, not everything can be handled by scaring it or eating it. Sometimes, you need a troll to stand firm or a creeper to sneak or a satyr to inspire. Hell, even sidhe can be decent when they get their heads out of their asses. Mortals shaped us all and we all have a place. We're stronger if we work together."

And that should make Kenny drop whatever he's moving in shock.

Fortunately, it's a box of linen type things, pillows and blankets mostly, which Kenny drops and shatters into pieces. "What in the hell? Boss, you SURE that bitty of a goat didn't kick you in the head one too many times?"

Chago snorts with amusement at that. "Actually, you're the first I ever told what I think about this. Young enough to maybe understand and smart enough to listen instead of just judging right off."

He gives the younger cap a moment to take in that he thinks the kid might actually be smart before he starts to explain. "Here's how I figure it. We're fae spirits, but part of the Dreaming too, right? We're Glamour given thought in a lot of ways, the embodiment of drives and emotion. How can we embody something that didn't exist? Something had to be scared for there to be fear to embody. Besides that, where can you get Glamour when you don’t have a bale? Humans. You stay in the Dream too long, you go daffy. You spend time with humans you get better. It all fits together if you slow down to think about it. Without the homeland, we only work right when we are both of our parts, fae and mortal, magic and imagination.”

Then he grins a little. "And besides, if we come from humans, it proves what a lot of us think. Redcaps came first and we'll survive the coming Winter. Know why? Fear had to be the first powerful thing mortals felt. What's that coming for them in the dark? What ripped Ugg and Ook apart? Where did the meat go? What was that noise outside the cave? That's what shaped us. When we crossed the Dream and landed we took shape as the fear of the thing they don't know. And humans will -always- be afraid of what they don't understand. We might change over time, whether that’s Winter or someone finding the homeland, but redcaps will always survive. Long as there's someone to be afraid."

Kenny is quiet for a long time. Long enough that one may think his brain has absolutely stopped, but looking at him it's obvious he's just processing. A kid, yes, but smart enough he's survived before Chago and is doing the right things to survive now. Finally he nods a bit. "Huh. Now ain't that a thought." He gives a little vicious grin. "I like eating Ugg and Ook."

Chago totally understands needing time to process. He's been there himself more than once. He just finished up setting up some privacy walls with crates of stuff and making sure the beds are big enough. Once Kenny's got the idea and make his comments though, Chago laughs. "Oh, hell yeah. They're real tasty. Especially if you let 'em scream a little before you finish." he agrees. Yeah, he may not always be a typical redcap, but he's got a few things that are common for them.

He's also got a sense of humor too. "So... I got space between where I'm putting me and Genny and where I'm putting the other satyr and his sidhe. You wanna bed down there?" he asks. With as much complaining about the satyr's and their legendary... tastes... yeah. Now, while he offers that spot, he's already set up a place well away with more privacy for Kenny so he won't have to worry about listening to it from both sides.

Kenny shoots him a look, trying to decide if the older Cap is pulling his leg. He snorts, giving another toothy grin, bits of blood still on his lips from the smuching he took from both Genny and Chago. "Sure...but anyone twoing it and disturbing my sleep gets eaten." Yeah right...

That brings a bellow of laughter from Chago and a nod of approval, then a jerk of his thumb over to one side. "Well, if that's what ya want, move your bed over there. Figured it'd be quieter since I don't know if you snore." Yeah. Well clear of the satyr's bed since Kiersten won't be up for joining them, and Shova won't likely leave her. Or sleep. It's also where if someone does get in, he or she will have a back to at least one redcap. "But don't worry... if we decide to do it, I'll be sure she screams enough to wake you."

Kenny snorts. "I don't know if I snore. No one has ever complained about it." Then again with teeth like most redcaps have who's really going to complain. He nods towards the other location. "I'll stick with that." Then a move makes him wince slightly and he sighs. "I need to go talk to the goat I suppose. Anything else you need, Boss?" Why yes, he's ignoring the screaming comment...why do you ask?

Chago waves the kid on. "Go ahead. I think we're good here. Get some rest when she's done. And tell her I said she needs some too or that hip ain't ever gonna heal." That's right. She kicked his butt with a bad hip. Poor kid. He takes a bit longer checking on his arrangements and then moves to check the entrance, just in case, before going to check on Shova and Kiersten. Not going to be pretty and he knows it, but better sure than not, right?

Kenny frowns at the hip information...just what he needed to know...but he does protest, heading down the corridor.

Outside the day is in full swing. It's never really bright here so close to the dark trod, but it's daytime. A few things slither out there, birds and other animals skittish but present.

Chago doesn't spend too long outside. Just enough to snarl and snap at some of the slithery things and to grab one that looks particularly venomous and chomp it's head off before the steaming drops from its jaws could do more than leave a few marrs on the ground outside. One thing to scare off the 'blacksnakes' of the trod. Another to leave a 'pissed off rattler' hanging around somewhere. So what if that's not exactly what they were? Close enough.

As for the lovebirds...well...it's quite when Chago reaches the room, but there are signs of ickiness. Vomit which hasn't been fully cleaned up and torn up blankets. Shova has Kiersten in his arms, curled against a wall. It's obvious that he fought her into that grip, long scratches showing across one cheek, and held her there until she calmed and fell asleep, her pretty face tear streaked and worn.

When he checks on Shova and Keirsten, he's very quiet, moving with a stealth his blocky build and usually loud manner would not suggest he had. He nods to Shova and makes a gesture to the marks on the satyr's face with a tip of his head in silent offer to see to them for the poor guy. As he waits for what he expects to be an equally silent answer, he does some quick help in clean up and after Shova shakes the offer off with a small shift of his head, the redcap gathers the various water buckets in the room and brings back fresh to both clean up with and to drink before leaving and making a quick round of the place to be sure he's not forgetting something.

Well, something other than needing to rest himself. Stuborn redcap.

That's about the moment Genny finds him. She chuckles as she approaches, touching his cheek with her fingertips. It's one of those little tender moments which most people never see. "Come on, you. Bedtime fer both 'f us. Kenny's back at full throttle an' gonna keep an eye on stuff fer a while, then one 'f us will swap him off, til it's time fer everyone ta get back to work." Gentle as the comment is there's the 'don't you argue with me, man' behind it.

Big surprise there, huh? Chago doesn't argue with her though. He nods and wraps an arm about her so she can lean on him a little if she needs and he can hold her whether she needs it or not. "Deal." he says as he guides her to the bed he arranged for them and takes a moment to use the highest boxes to pin corners of an extra blanket to make a door of sorts in front of their spot. Shy about someone seeing them getting frisky? Heck no. In fact, he doesn't really try anything when they do lay down. He just wants privacy to curl in with her without looking all not-redcap-y.

Truth told she doesn't try anything either besides arranging things so there's quit a bit of skin contact of the comforting sort. She's asleep quickly, though her ears twitch slightly, a sign that she may be asleep, but the path between asleep and awake would be taken in an instant. Until they get the rest of the boys here it's likely they both sleep that way.

The given hours pass with little interruption before Kenny is rapping on the boxes. "I'm crashing, Boss...nothing moving out there except a few snakes. Na bad eating, those." And then he moves off, flopping into his bed. There's about four hours before they can chat with the folks at Kink again.

Guard duty again until time to bring the others. Chago takes it because he can guard with his ears as well as most can with their eyes and it gives him time for some other work as he does. By the time it's actually time to do things, he's drawn the den at Kink in great detail and included everyone that's coming along, even Walter. Of course, the mortal looks dazed and wide eyed in the sketch and when Chago works the second bunk to open a Soothsay again, the artist does indeed match the drawing. He makes sure everyone is where they belong and then takes up the sketch to reveal the back has a sketch of the room he's working in currently and he gives a roar as he jerks the page holding those two sketches and shreds them with the sudden ripping movement. The glamor released lashes out and the air itself rips in the same way, coming back together with the group in the room instead of at Kink. Looks like he figured out the cantrip alright even if he’s almost swaying with the effort.

He quickly tells them the necessary info, like where he needs the trolls guarding, where the sniper can get a good overlook, where the sluagh will find a nice comfy rift to crawl into, and the rest of what's needed for the moment. Tommy is sent to be locked up, as far from the sick Kiersten and her 'nursemaid' as possible. Then he thumps Drake on the back. "Wake me if anything happens. I ain't had a good sleep in weeks."

Phrased that way Drake will actually buy it. He knows who sleeps in Chago's bed. He gives a nod, moving to settle in. "Know what that's like." He stretches widely, seeming pleased. "Everything will be just as you left it. Go sleep."