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Daylight, midnight, it was certainly hard to tell inside of Amara's room. Only the faintest of light is available, as the girl takes time to relax. After walking head first into a blazing sauna, she's more than exhausted herself. She lies on her back, on her bed of course, with one forearm drapped over her eyes. The door is unlocked, although closed tightly.
There's a couple of gentle taps on the door before it opens an innh or so, slowly. "Amara? You in here, babe?" Padraig's lilt is soft, gently querying. "Just come to check up on you, seens as though I wasn't welcome earlier."
There's no response to Padraig's questions, as Amara is out cold. Which is an odd sight, if one really thinks about it, since she seems to never sleep. A slight ruffle of her bed sheets might indicate her location, and Padraig wil know how to turn the lights on if do desired.
Padraig's not silly enough to turn the lights on in here, not without warning. He's interested enough to open the door a little more, and his head peers around the edge of it. A grimace crosses his features for a moment before he makes the decision to at least go in and spend some time with her. Softly, slowly, he steps through the door, closing it carefully behind him. He moves one hand behind his back, and the hissing sound that comes out proves the buildup of his powers, as does the fitful blue candle's-worth of light that peeps out from behind him. He takes a long moment to allow his eyes to accustom themselves, and begins to gently pace over to the bed. Too busy is he staring lovingly at the girl, as he scuffs one foot against the floor with a bitten-off quiet curse.
Calling into her room is not a way to wake Amara. Entering while she's sleeping, and making a noise that should not be... now that is a way to wake her. Her one forearm remains across her eyes, but the other one (that had been stretched out to her side) moves with stealth to retreive a weapon. Within seconds she's sitting upright, gun pointed directly towards Padraig, one arm still partially sheilding her eyes. The gun is immediately stowed, however, once she realizes her mistake. "Sorry," she apologizes as she lays back down, her eyes blinking to adjust to the new source of light in the room.
As soon as she starts to obviously move, Padraig is dodging to one side, twisting his body to limit the damage any shot will give. Damn those reflexes, as the hand covered in sparks whips out from behind him to better utilise movement. Her voice brings a visible relief across his face and body, and his stance relaxes as he quickly dissapates the sparks and the room falls back into near-darkness. "No. I'm sorry for barging in. I just came round to check on you, after I was unwelcome earlier. You alright, babe?" He begins to walk towards her, a light frown touching his features as he carefully takes in every inch of her.
"You can light a few candles if you'd like," comes the soft suggestion from the bed. Amara curls herself into a ball on her side and pats the bed, signalling him to sit. "I did not want you to leave," she adds, her eyes closed once more. "But I was in no condition to argue, I am afraid." She says nothing about her current condition, however. Hopefully he wont ask again.
"Okay, but if you want them out, just say." Padraig replies, moving to find a few candles and light them with the lighter he's recently taken to keeping in a pocket for this sort of thing. "No worries, it's not you I'm annoyed at." He turns to face her again, and slowly saunters over to sit where indicated, draping one arm over her. No way is he going to let her get off without the full grilling, so he quietly asks "How're you feeling now though? Recovered from it yet?"
This may prove to be an interesting conversation indeed. "I would not have candles if I did not enjoy them," Amara replies, sniffing at the faint scent of lilac that has begun to fill the room. "Sabella was merely angry, Padraig. Hopefully you will excuse her if she angered you at all?" Slowly her eyes open, a loving expression offered towards Padraig since her eyes are currently kept from the light. Too bad he will never be able to fully appreciate such a look, as he most likely will never be able to see it. "It occured to me," she begins, once more ignoring his questions. "You are the only member of our team that I am at all familiar with. Such a thing should change before we are put to the test. Do you not agree?"
"Doesn't give her an excuse to treat me like that." Padraig retorts, a muffled irritation coming through the mumbled words. For his own part, he's busy gazing across the room, trying to accustom himself to the light. It'll happen, but slowly. His tone becomes a little distracted as he idly taps his fingers against his leg. "Yeah. I know the other guys a little. Apu seems pretty dedicated, and St. John, that's Pyro, is about as hotheaded as me, from what I've seen. I was kinda involved in recruiting him, actually. Shall we set up a meeting or something, decide who's going to be team leader?"
Amara shakes her head and slowly sits upright. "She is a female, as am I. We have the right to be as upset as we deem to neccessary." Her expression changes only in that she is now smiling. "I cannot say that I am too eager to have this.. Pyro... on our team, but that is due to past experiences with those similar. A meeting should be arranged, and we should be able to choose a leader then. Although, I have been told that you are technically the one in charge?" The last part is said as a question for a reason. Perhaps to see if she'd heard correctly.
Padraig's head turns towards her, and gives a gently reassuring smile. "Sorry, kid. She knows she could just say something civil and I'd butt out." The irritation fades from his tone, as his eyes are now accustomed enough to see her smile. His brow creases for a moment, before he answers. "You been speaking to Chrome? I'm not officially in charge, just figured you wouldn't want it, and Pyro and Apu are too new, untested, so I was willing to take it. But Pyro's a good lad, you won't go wrong by him, if I've got him figured right. If I haven't... then we'll just have to explain it to him, right?"
Good boy. Learn to drop things when she doesn't answer your questions. You get a cookie. "Kid?" she asks, pretending to be offended. "She will be better the next time you speak, honestly. Just a bad day. I have suffered many the same emotional outbursts, as you recall." Her head tilts slightly as his brow creases. These things she can see perfectly well. "Chrome is actually quite the interesting individual. I believe I could actually hold on a conversation with him every now and again. He aided me in choosing a name for myself, as I am one of the few left without one, and we spoke of the challenges." She looks away momentarily, but her smile does not fade. "He expressed an interest in testing my leadership abilities. I will not, however, protest you for the position."
"Kid. Crazy little emotional kid." Padraig affirms, with a wicked little smile that fades as he continues to think. "I'd rather not speak about her, to be honest. It'll just put me back into a bad mood, at the moment. Maybe she'll apologise or something." He leans forward a little, the better to give her a fairly adoring look. "Chrome's another good lad; I like him. He's got his head on straight. We'll have to talk about the leader thing with the guys, though if you want it, as far as I'm concerned, it's yours. You're more experienced. Now..." He trails off for a pointed look to be delivered, as well as an air-kiss. "What's this name you're toying with?"
Amara raises a brow and gives Padraig a look. Not a death glare, but not something entirely loving, either. It fade quickly, though, leaving nothing but her smile. "I find it hard to believe that Chrome is as young as he is. Perhaps some day I may even befriend him." The idea is tossed about, but quickly dismissed. People simply did not befriend Amara. Her nose wrinkles, though, at the mention of leadership. "I have no experience in such a role, dear. The only reason I may even be somewhat qualified is my ability to survive without aid from another. It is highly unlikely that the other two would even listen to me if I were in such a position. Female and all." And a rather creepy one, at that. She looks down, then, rather embarrased for some reason. "I thought that Umbra would be appropriate. What do you think?"
Padraig almost winces at the first look, and his face drops into an apologetic and worried expression. "What did..." He trails off, determining to answer her other questions no matter how much trouble he's in. "He's worth being friendly with. Definitely." His arm slowly withdraws from where it is, the concerned look not entirely evaporating. "They'd listen, I think. Neither of them are stupid, and none of us have had experience." He searches her face for some clue as to her mood now, before breaking into a soft, loving smile. "I like it. It's shadow, isn't it? Like an incredibly dark place or something. Dunno, I'm no English graduate."
"Hush," she says, before he even can ask what he did wrong. Even if he had finished the question. "Remind me, dear, to show you just how childish I am some day." Hopefully her smile will alert him to her joke. Amara nibbles her lower lip as she drifts off in thought. "This will certainly be a challenge. I would like to try my hand in the leadership position, so long as everyone agrees." Her mood will certainly be easier to detect than her current health condition. Such a good little actress she is. "Basically, yes," she answers his question. "I wished to avoid anything with the actual word shadow. Too cheap, and lame, I believe. It is rather ... unusual.. having a name to be called other than my own."
Initially ignoring her first comment, Padraig nods. "As long as I get a chance, sometime, to have a go. It's probably best if we all at least try it out sometime." His head tilts in response to her discussion of names. "I'll look it up. But you get used to the name, I'm starting to answer to Blitz quite easily. Need it for missions..." He trails off to lean forward and brush a soft kiss against her cheek, finally getting round to answering her intial comment. "How about you show me now?" His arms both move to wrap around her, revelling in the touch against her.
The thought of Padraig leading anyone secretly causes Amara to shudder. One usually needs patience in order to do such things. "Umbra it is, then. Although I would prefer you to still call me Amara in private." As he takes her into his arms, she sighs in content and actually nuzzles closer. "How about I show you after I show just how adult I can be?" The question lingers in the air as she looks up to him with a sly grin.
Padraig has patience. When he's in the mood. Let's just go with him being a good battlefield leader. "I'll call you whatever you want, whenever you want. As long as it's 'babe', and constantly." He leans down into that sly grin and brushes his lips against hers, the flickering of his obligatory frown of concentration settling over his face. "Sounds great to me." he murmurs, before leaning in for a real kiss.
"You, dear Sir, have a deal," Amara replies with a bright smile. We'll not comment further on Padraig's leadership abilities. She pulls him down towards her, into the kiss, and keeps going from there. Shadow creeps up and extinguishes the closest candles as she pulls him closer. Child? Please.
Padraig potters round to Amara's room to check on her after something that hasn't been posted as a log. Discussion of various things, including the leadership position for the might recruit team.