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Maybe it's just the sound of things, of for the more empathically charged, the sense of little bits of frustration. Whatever the case, it's probably not hard to guess that the weight room is getting put to use at the moment. For Cain Marko it's really the only place he can think of right now that might help to ease his rather 'sour' mood. At least a couple of the machines look to have seen some kind of use, though somehow they've managed to avoid any obvious signs of damage. A bench-press bar rests in his stretched arms, holding it outstretched as if to do curls with it, weights literally packed on either side till it becomes hard to tell just how much is on either side. It's curled up from his waist to his chest at a steadied pace, subtle hints of sweat lining him here and there.
Stepping into that weight room at a measured, practiced stride is Blitz. Today, he's wearing his full Brotherhood uniform, as if ready to spring off island at a moment's notice. And that is because he is, and he needs to practice in it. Level eyes first take in Cain, with no obvious sign of surprise, before he steps towards the heavy bag that Sabella favours. Cain does, however, receive a nod. "Morning." before Padraig settles himself in front of the bag, a relaxed fighter's crouch his only preparation. No stretches today.
The weights lower past his waist. At first the only responce to the 'morning' comment is a clean exhale from Cain's nostrils. Still hard to tell how much he's got on either side, though it looks like it could be at least a ton near either end. He carries the bar over to the press it was loaned from and drops it back into place over the grips, hints of strain able to be heard as it tries to maintain the weight put upon it, though he's in the process of removing it soon after. After all that is when he finally turns to acknowledge Blitz visually, noting his choice of clothes, though he doesn't comment on that. "Anyone else know?"
"No idea." Padraig replies, before ripping into a rapid flurry of punches at the bag, a snarl crossing his face as he does does. "I guess people will have seen the news by now. Anyone that hasn't will know soon enough." A spinning roundhouse kick thuds into the side of the bag, proving Padraig's current flexibility, before he stops to look at Cain. "She'll be out before we know it. Either on her own, or we'll bust her out. Simple."
Cain, seemingly taking a break, just sits along the bench now, looking up when Blitz turns to address him, nodding his head lightly as a hand draws along his chin, eyes cast to the floor out in front of him. His brows knit in a little thought before he speaks up again. "Bastards better treat her well if they know what's good for them."
"They're humans. Monkey little shits, the lot of them." Padraig growls, laying a crashing punch into the bag. His eyes have started to glow ever so slightly blue, a sign of high emotion more than anything. "If they lay a single bastard finger on her..." Unwittingly for him, his fists both erupt into those familiar blue auras of sparks as he pummels the bag. Good job it's non-conductive. He breaks off for a rest, a sudden thought bringing him round to Cain, an eyebrow of interest raised. "You've only been here a day. How do you get to suddenly develop a protective instinct?" It's delivered levelly, interest rather than scorn or accusation.
Not hard to imagine that Blitz isn't the only one right now with a bit of curiousity in his eyes, though maybe to a bit of a less degree. Padraig's obviously known her for longer than he has, afterall. He sits up a little more evenly, arms resting over his thighs. "I met her back on the mainland. Got to know her a little before I ended up in a cell," he adds with a subtle smirk, wondering how many caught the little broadcast regarding his so-called 'rampage'. If he were so inclined at the time, it could've been M U C H worse... If that little red-head telepathic bitch hadn't knocked him out. "I'm only guessing that she's the one that told Magneto about me, otherwise I'd probably still be sitting in the dark somewhere. She's helped me out, twice now."
"She did the same for me." Padraig returns, a dawning recognition entering his eyes. "We met, and I crashed at her place before I came to the island. We shared a bed for a while, before I got together with Amara." Simple, to the point, and honest. He shrugs, lightly, before turning back to the bag. "I hold a lot of respect and feelings for her, despite what she's been like recently. She helps out mutants, and looks after the recruits. She needs to be brought back to the island as soon as we can." The bag is eyed for a good few seconds before Blitz launches himself at it again, powerful flurries of blows hitting it, as the aura of sparks remains in place.
A faint flicker of crimson colors Juggernaut's eyes, though it doesn't last for too long. Somehow he's not really all that surprised. No telling how many men have been lured to her before. He can't really hold it against her, though. Still, she could've at least had someone... At the thought of that, he looks to Blitz again. "Anyone else take trips to the mainland that would've gone with her, or would be around?"
Let's face it, she's not called the Succubus for nothing. Padraig continues to lay blows into the bag for a few more seconds, a bestial snarl coming to his face, before he wipes it off to look over at Cain, and forces the sparks to be reabsorbed into his fists. "She generally goes on her own, I think. Toxin might've gone with her, but she's a senior, and CEO of Succubus Entertainment, so you can't expect her to have someone there -all- the time. Sometimes there'll be one of us juniors with her, but generally we're kept to the island." He forces the light out of his eyes, and offers up the faintest of smiles. "We'll get her back. Somehow."
Cain nods. Not much of a smile, but not really a frown either. These people know how to get their jobs done, so for now he's got no reason to think that they won't get her out of this. He rises up from the bench and starts to step over, moving towards a separate heavy bag, eyeing it silently. "I know I'm still new blood around here, but if you're looking for back-up.. Don't be afraid to ask me." The big guy fires a left jab into the bag, a considerable sound of impact causing the bag to sway from him. He simply waits for it to come back before he fires another one, this time causing it to swing back further. He loads up his right fist and waits. When it's close enough, he punches hard, another *thwack* that causes the bag to swing back and up violently until it smacks the ceiling, the big man just stepping away as it comes back down and taps up top on the otherside... He looks like he could use a good human to rip into.
Blitz watches those punches with interest. This guy's a real heavy. Time will tell if he's got brains as well. "I'm expecting her to either get out on her own, or there to be a mission going off in the near future." He nods with a brief smile to the giant of a man. "I saw you take bullets. You're the sort of guy I can do with by my side. I can bolt 'em from a distance, or up close. I can't, however, dodge out of the way of bullets." Anything else he can manage. Good old supernatural reflexes serve him well. Yet again he lays heavily into the bag, though this time ducking and diving around it, striking from different angles and with a variety of different stances. Someone's been learning from Mystique.
The bag comes down one last time, and Cain stretches his hand down to lay a grip on it and stop it in place. He could probably keep hitting even harder, but he's not sure if the others will appreciate him possibly making a mess out of the weight room. He'll find other ways to deal. He does seem loosened up enough to crack a little smile. He kinda figured that he'd be thought of as a good shield. Probably that Blob fellow as well. He keeps his eyes on Blitz for the moment, taking note of how he moves and his technique. Definitely a blue-chipper.
With that extended flurry of blows, Padraig is starting to develop a faint sheen of sweat over his features, but he's breathing hard or showing any other signs of exertion. He comes to a stop after a crashing bodyblow, that jars the bag against its housing, though it's nothing compared to Cain's. His eyes drift over to the man, and his tone is level for a moment. "If anything happens to Sabella, I guess you'll be wanting to come out and deal with it, right? It'd need planning." He shakes his head, more to himself than anything. "I'm just being paranoid. She'll be fine."
Cain manages another nod. "She's a tough one. I'm sure she'll be okay." He's seen enough to know that, though he wouldn't have figured someone so petite would be like that. If anything it only makes her more impressive in his eyes. For a moment his eyes focus on the door, considering stepping out for awhile. If anything, his eyes could probably tell the story of what he thinks about her himself. "I'm gonna go clean up," he says before starting towards the exit.
A knowing grin touches Padraig's face as he watches the larger man leave. He knows exactly how easy it could be to fall for Sabella, even without her powers. "Alright, buddy. I'll see you in a bit." He turns back to the bag, before having a change of heart, instead closing his eyes to build up to a bolt. The weight's bench should take it without too much damage.
Cain and Padraig are both in the weight room to vent some frustration over Bella's arrest. They chat a little, and seem to find they have something in common.
The Jewess lies on her belly on her soft bed, chewing on a pen and peering into one of her many notebooks - kicking her legs back and forth in the air behind her, interlocking her ankles and twisting them around. Her cat sleeps on the chair by her desk - totally irrelevant. She lets out a soft, bored sigh as she watches all the words slowly meld all together. Back to her old self after the whole over-dosing so she's not afraid of fire for the mission... issue, she's bright pink - angry. At herself.
Knock knock. The gentle taps against the door come from the bulky form of Padraig, for some reason dressed in his Brotherhood uniform today. It just seems... appropriate, really. His hair is tied back into a tight pony tail, and he glistens gently in the light as he awaits entry. "It's Padraig. Raidha, you in there?"
Raidha perks up, blinking and staring a the door - slowly turning more red then pink, "Yeah" She calls back sweetly "You can come in" She narrows her eyes a little, pouting and tilting her head. Of all people to visit her okay no one visits her except Chrome and that's usually only to tell her that he doesn't care about her well being but he was checking to see if she was okay anyway or something to the effect.
The door is slowly and gently opened, Padraig's mousy head appearing from behind it for a moment, before he steps fully through the door. "How's it going? Guess you've seen the news...?" He lets the question trail off, wary tone prevalent, but the beginnings of a trademark grin on his face.
Raidha bats her lashes, "No, I'm sorry I like... haven't..." She bites her bottom lip a little bit, pointing to him with her pen, "But I'm totally glad you're here - do you know how to like spell... /orange/?" She asks, completely serious. "Like the color not the fruit."
"Oh ar ay en gee ee." Padraig obliges, before his features take a more wary cast. "Then you won't have heard Sabella's been arrested. I don't know why... but she has." A fiercely defiant flash of light comes from within his eyes before he chokes it back. "But that's not what I've come to havea word about."
Raidha perks up smiling, "Thanks - total life saver!" But she doesn't get to critic her own mispelling of the word, dropping the pen and glancing Padraig over - turning yellow, "Arrested?" She asks, batting her lashes and shaking her head, "No I had no idea - I stopped my lessons with her like a week and a half ago... Mystique..." She narrows her eyes at Padraig, "Mystique ordered all my lessons with her to cease." Her voice drifts a little bit. "What for then...?" She asks in a hushed voice, staring at him.
"I'm guessing she'll be out in a day or so," Padraig nods, "Or we'll be busting her out. It's just a bit of a shock, really. Didn't know you were having lessons with her in the first place..." Trailing off to stare momentarily at his feet, to better hide the emotion ripping away in his eyes, he looks up quite quickly. "It's about the whole plan we were starting work on, about the university, you know? I had a brief chat with the boss... It looks like if we want to have any chance of getting a mission approved we'd be better off planning to take out Senator Williams. It sounded like he might be interested in what we come up with."
Raidha smiles, forgetting all about Sabella, or seeming to, in an instant. "Well Brendan is pretty good at like, the whole research thing..." She tosses away her hair, smiling, "But I'd be up for it..." She chimes, raising her eyebrows, "Um... who is he?" She asks, grinning and letting out a little giggle.
The small folder clutched in Padraig's hand is offered forward. "That's everything you'd need to get started. If one of us talks to Brendan as soon as we get the chance, we'll be fine." He nods to her, breaking into a proper grin. "And I look forward to working with you, Raidha." He steps towards her with the folder outstretched, not wishing to intrude too much.
Raidha smiles, hopping up and taking the folder - tiny compaired to Padraig. She swings her hips in a small skip-walk to set it on her desk, "I'll look at it later." She smiles to him, wetting her lips, "Did you have any ideas as to how you wanted to go about getting to him?" She asks, raising her eyebrows, placing a hand to her chest, "I mean we should probably ask Brendan - I don't want to like... go over his head... it's still his thing..." She nods, watching Padraig carefully, clutching her hands together behind her and rolling back her shoulders, pushing out her chest.
"No idea yet." Padraig admits, "To be honest, I've been a busy to think about it." He smiles, somewhat sweetly, in response to Raidha's movements. "If you speak to Brendan, tell him I went to see the boss and explain what I was told. Nice and simple." He takes a moment to finger at one of the plates on his uniform, thinking it might be a little loose, which it isn't. "Don't want to alienate him, so I won't say anything about what I've thought so far, you know?"
Raidha smiles, batting her eyes, "Okay." She cooes, twirling a bit of hair around her finger cutely, "Well, I'll go see him later when he's in his room..." She chimes, wetting her lips and raising her eyebrows, "Wait!" She leaps over to her bed - hopping onto it and grabbing her notebook, "Oh. Are. Aye. En. Gee. Eee." She narrows her eyes as she writes the word before hopping back off the bed gracefully, smoothing down her skirt.
Padraig allows a gently warning tone to enter his voice. "I think he's going to be pretty cut up about Sabella, so you might want to be quite subtle." However, he breaks into another full grin at the last, even chuckling slighty. "Yep, that's right. For the fruit and the colour. Any time you need a spelling dictionary, I'm here for you." He takes a couple of slow steps backwards, towards the door somewhat.
Raidha pouts, "I will." She nods, rolling her eyes, "I could have sworn they were spelled differently..." She slaps her side, breathing out a sheepish breath. Rai perks up, blinking as if a thought just occured to her, "You know what - It'll be fine I'll just like totally just chill in his room until he gets back and do my studying there - he like never ever locks it." She rolls her eyes at that, smiling a little, "No worries - I'll be gentle." She adds, winking before she turns and bends over to get her notebook and pet, clutching them to her chest as she swings her hips over to the door, holding it open for Blitz.
"Fair enough." Padraig gives a broad smile, eyes twinking fully. "Try not to scare him -too- much, eh?" He chuckles lightly to himself as he goes through the door. "See you later, Raidha."
Raidha giggles, skipping down the corridor to the other boy's room. Raidha scare someone?! Please...
Padraig potters somewhat belatedly round to Raidha's room to tell her about something Magneto said. Cunning plans to assassinate Senator Williams -will- follow.