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Ahh, it's time to relax, and you know what that means. Padraig is layed out on his bed, eyes closed and a complacent expression on his face. Hard day's training so far, and some chilling out is necessary before he can get back into it again. He lets out a relaxed sigh, and shifts his shoulders against the bed.
So nice that some people get to take breaks, and chill out. Well, Toxin does to, but she's not about to admit that. Time to let the recruits know they're going on a mission. Or at least, going somewhere other than the island. She stands outside Padraig's door and raps on it. Knock, knock.
It's not really a break when you're just trying to give some aching muscles a rest before getting training again. Padraig's eyes snap open at the first knock, and he calls out "Come in!" as he sits up on his bed, facing towards the door with an interested expression on his face.
Poor Paddy, it's not Amara, it's only Toxin. At the invitation, she opens the door and steps inside, smoothly shutting it after her. Stepping away from the wall, she doesn't sit down, simply crosses her arms over her chest. "Padraig." she says, a hint of a smirk on her face as she studies his. "Expecting someone else?"
Padraig smiles broadly in response to the smirk, and even lets out a brief chuckle. "Not really. Don't get many people knocking on my door, to be honest. Most people just barge in." He stretches backwards across the bed a little before gesturing lightly towards a seat. "Have a seat if you'd like. What can I do for you?"
Toxin drops gracefully into a seat, crossing her legs and folding her arms across her chest again. "Well, I could have done that, but I thought it would be more polite to knock." A pause, and she considers him for a moment. "Tell me. Have you done any cold-weather training, or are you used to cold weather at all?" Toxin doesn't really consider the winters here all that cold.
Padraig's grin tilts up at one side. "Well, I guess you wouldn't want to walk in on me naked, would you, Miss Toxin?" The deliberate reference to Lu's way of referring to her shouldn't go missed, he think. His grin falters a little as a frown touches his face. "Not really done any cold weather training as such, but it can get mighty chilly during winter in Ireland. Never had a problem with the cold, though. Any particular reason you ask?"
Toxin lets her gaze deliberately slide down Padraig's form. Two can play this game. "I wouldn't mind if you wouldn't, -dear- Padraig." she purrs, one eyebrow arched. Since Lillianne and a couple of others also call her Miss Toxin, she doesn't find it that unusual. Return to seriousness. "I'll need you to pack a week's worth of attire suitable for cold weather. Extremely cold. If you don't have enough, let me know and I will supply you with proper garments."
Padraig returns Toxin's look with a speculatively cynical one. "I wouldn't particularly mind. It's not like you're after my body or anything, is it?" One hand comes up to rub at his chin thoughtfully. "I haven't really got anything for really cold weather. I'll have to ask you to supply suitable stuff. You'll need my measurements and stuff, right?
Toxin allows another smirk to drift across her face. "Perhaps." Let him make of that statement what he will. "In case you've forgotten, you were supplied with a few clothes when you came here. I'm sure I can get your sizes." A rather evil grin flashes, showing off a pair of sharp teeth that can become fangs. "Unless you'd prefer that someone take your measurements."
"I'll have a look through, and see what I got." Padraig notes, "Though while you're here, I was wondering if it might be posibble to adjust my uniform a bit? I wanted metal plates or studs adding to it, so I can channel through it better, if that's possible?" he shrugs lightly before allowing his grin to tilt up at one side, voice becoming well-humoured. "I'm sure I can find -someone- to measure me up. Can you think of anyone?"
Toxin chuckles. "We'll see about some coats and heavy boots, at least. As for your uniform...that can be arranged. Although it does make it easier for Magneto to pick you up and bash you against a wall, should he become displeased." A small smirk twists her mouth upwards. "Well, I know a couple of people who think you measure up. Should I just ask them, or find out for myself?"
Padraig stands up from his bed to peer over at the crates of beer in the corner. He spots one of the few cases of non-alcoholic drinks, and potters over to take out a can of Coke, lifting one up to the side to offer out. "Don't ever plan on annoying the boss, to be honest. Who should I talk to about what I want?" His head slowly turn to level another speculative look on her. "You can measure me up if you want, though I guess those other people can recite a lot of my sizes from memory." Again his expression becomes humoured.
"Annoying Magneto can be hazardous to your health. But the same holds true for most of the people on this island." With a shrug, Toxin waves off the offer of a drink. "Send your uniform 'round to me, and I'll take care of it. Strips of metal would be fine?" A soft laugh, and she shakes her head. "I'll get your sizes from Sabella. I'm sure she has them."
"Very true." Padraig retorts wryly, before straightening up and tilting his head slightly to offer an appraising look forwards. "They'll need to be touching my skin as well as be on the outside, so it might take a few fittings. Preferably stainless or something that won't need much looking after. It's just to conduct better when I'm brawling." He cracks open the can with a fingernail, and takes a hefty gulp. "So, anything else I should know about my cold-weather holiday? Like who else is going, or is it just me and you?"
Toxin chuckles softly. "Someone will be able to make it to your satisfaction, Padraig. Of that I'm sure. We'll get it taken care of." She leans back in her seat and grins. "As much fun as it might be for you and I to run away together, we won't be alone. Amara and Magneto will be coming also, though you don't need to be sharing this information with anyone."
The Irish rogue makes his way slowly back to his bed, where he flops into a comfortably seated position. "Thanks. I just want to be at full efficiency, you know?" He stretches a leg out, working out the beginnings of a knot of muscle, before breaking into a full grin at Toxin. "It would be fun, though I figure some time away with Amara might turn out even better. I know how to keep my mouth shut, and I'm figuring I'll get a brief when we're actually on our way to wherever we're going? I just wonder if I'll need any other gear or anything sorting out."
"Efficiency is good." Toxin agrees, rising from her seat and raising her arms over her head to stretch muscles. She offers Padraig an arched eyebrow. "This isn't a vacation. You'll have a job to do, and a limited time to do it in. No sightseeing while you're out. Understood?" She didn't pick either one of them to go to give them a romantic holiday.
"Crystal." Padraig offers, his grin faltering for a moment into a more serious expression. "I'm fully aware anything involving you and Magneto is going to be a serious job. I was kidding, y'know?" The other leg gets stretched out now, and there's a faint crack as his knee straightens. "Damn freaky joints." is muttered before he lets off on the stretch. "You know you can rely on me to do the job, and properly, don't you? I'm not exactly the bumbling joker I come across as when it's necessary."
The look on Toxin's face softens just a little. "I know you'll behave yourself, Padraig. Sometimes I just like to remind you." Her eyes dance mischeviously. "You and Amara will be on your own for the mission. Magneto and I...have business elsewhere." she finishes quickly. "And Amara will be in charge, so be a dear boy and do as she tells you, won't you?"
"I get reminded constantly." Padriag replies sardonically. "I look forward to doing it, and I'm sure you know I'll do whatever she tells me anyway. I think I might be under the thumb." His raised eyebrow at the 'business' is rapidly forced down and covered partially by his attempt at humour. Again his face becomes more serious, his tone a little more wary. "There was something else, by the way. Something I'm not sure if I should have done, but seemed to go alright."
"I just bet you do." Toxin purrs, one eyebrow arched. The look in her eyes just dares him to ask what it is she and Magneto are up to. "Hmm? What did you do this time that might justify the removal of certain body parts you're fond of?" While definitely a threat, it's made in the lightest and most friendly tone possible. Only pretty women can make dismemberment sound pleasant.
Not even Padraig is balchy enough to ask -that- question. "I, er... went to speak with Lu. Told him the truth, about why everyone dislikes him. That's why he's such a gimp, you know, 'cause he feels threatened and patronised. He admitted as much." Padraig shrugs lightly before continuing. "And so I told him, and he listened. Might have pierced his little obsession with his father as well. Think I may have sorted him out a bit."
Toxin chuckles a little. "Well, if the talk did him good, then I've no objections. At the worst, all it probably did was confirm that nobody here likes him." She doesn't seem at all upset with Padraig for having a talk with Lu. "But I think what Magneto did might have done more in the humility department than any of us could do."
Padraig lifts his shoulders into a shrug. "I think Magneto hurt him enough to leave him open for some honest talk. He didn't even understand what I meant by humillity. Little fool that he is." Again he stretches out a little, a crack coming from somewhere within his neck. "So anyway, when are we going to go shopping again? I need some new trainers."
Toxin shakes her head. "From what I understand of him, and of the way he was raised, humility just didn't factor in very often." she says dismissively. Smirking, she tilts her head to one side. "I'm not sure I'll take you again. Maybe I'll take Derek...he'll be willing to fool around in the limo."
The Irish rogue manages to pull off a fairly reasonable pout. "And how is he supposed to find trainers to fit me?" He stands up and looks appraisingly at Toxin, both eyebrows raised a little, and brings an innocent expression to the fore. "And who said I'd never fool around? I'm great for practical jokes." He allows a faint half-smile to touch his face, and begins to slowly blink in expectation of the answer.
"Do your own shopping, sweetheart. Sabella will pick you up stuff, or if you're nice, I'll give you a pass to take Amara out." Toxin teases, not moving as Padraig stands. A mischevious smile comes to her face. "Another thing we have in common. I like practical jokes, too." And she purses her lips and blows him a kiss. What a trick being kissed by her would be.
"And you were such a wonderful... companion for shopping." Padraig replies, dropping his eyes for a moment before bringing them to level on Toxin's own. "I'm not convinced Amara would -want- to go, but I'll ask her, and I promise to be nice." His head tilts to the side as he brings a hand up to catch the air kiss loosely, making a cage of one hand. He peers at it for a moment, before bringing the hand to his own lips and flickering a tiny wink.
Toxin does smile at that. "Careful, those can be hazardous to your health. As can not being nice to my little protege'." Laughing softly, she turns towards the door. "And maybe I will ask you along again. I hate going alone." Winking over her shoulder, she tosses her head and starts to head out.
"Such a pity." Padraig replies, mock regret hitting his face, as he lifts a hand in farewell. "Don't you worry 'bout me with Amara. She's... just don't worry. It'll be fun to shop with you again. See you later, Toxin." And he's getting to work on finding his gear to go back out for more training.
Toxin goes to see our lovable Irish rogue to tell him to sort some stuff out for a cold-weather mission. Padraig is interested and insolent in equal quantities. They flirt. Actually set yesterday to avoid the hangover from the Bella-log.