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This hasn't exactly been the worst week of Toad's life, but it's come pretty close. He's been ill with alcohol poisoning, kidnapped and kept in an inescapable cage, had the fear of God put in him by Magneto, forced to blow up his favorite hangout, dumped by his best friend, and made to turn the Brotherhood Island into a veritable dry county by dumping quality alcohol into the ocean. UGH. When all is said and done, he vows to lay in his room for two days with the door locked tight and welded shut. Before that can happen, though, he has to report in and make sure the end is nigh for him. Toynbee knocks on the door of Lensherr's office, then pushes it partway open and steps in. Time to face more of the music.
And guess who's already there. Reclining in one of Magneto's chairs is Toxin, one arm carelessly tossed over the back of the seat. Her motorcycle helmet sits on the floor next to her, suggesting she got called here while out doing something else. She half-rises out of her chair at the sound of the door, on alert, but immediately falls back into it at the sight of Toad. The woman's features are carefully left expressionless while she waits for the green boy to come in.
In his usual place at his desk, Magneto halts his conversation with Toxin when the door to his office opens. Waiting for Toad to enter fully, he then asks, "So?" Surely that question in and of itself holds enough meaning to the slimey mutant to not warrant further comment.
Toad looks across the room at Magneto and Toxin. Great, they were probably here laughing at him a few minutes earlier. "Finished," he states, staying near the door. He doesn't want to be here any longer than he has to be. He's starting to get edgy, too, without his daily trips to some steady source of liquor.
From the look that flashes across Toxin's face, she really doesn't want to be here. However, calls from the boss are not ignored, even when there is no reason. Especially when there is no reason. And so the neutral expression stays on her delicate features, as if she hasn't a care in the world.
Magneto can't help but let a small smile of satisfaction cross his lips when Toad informs him personally that the task of burning down his old haunt is complete. Of course, being such a powerful and resourceful person, Erik already knew the outcome, but he wanted to hear it directly from Mortimer's worthless mouth. His grin grows when he glances back and forth between the two mutant followers. They both look uncomfortable to be here, so who is he to make them continue in the same room together? Oh yes; he's their boss. A boss with an evil streak. Which is why the following order that emits from his end is, "Good. Now, is there anything that you have to say to your dear savior Toxin?" Oh what joy there is in seeing minions squirm.
Oh lord. He wants Toad to apologize /now/? Doesn't he realize that the apology isn't going to mean a damn thing at this junction to either of them? Toad stares at Toxin's back while he suppresses a shudder. There isn't a single cell in his body right now that wants to apologize to her. All he wants to do is lay down somewhere and dream of winged whiskey bottles flying from his grasp like he has for the past few nights. After an inhale, he licks his dry lips and forces hollow words beyond them. "Thank you, Toxin..."
Oh yes, Toxin and Magneto will be having a talk when this is all over. Not to mention that they have Toad -and- Sabella to discuss. Yes yes. "You're welcome." she replies with dignity, not looking at Toad. She won't embarrass him further by seeing him uncomfortable, he's got to be. All the time she never takes her eyes off Magneto. And her eyes say...'I hate you.' Of course, Toxin tells Magneto that about every six months, so she's due to tell him again.
They're both lucky that Magneto does't have a sadistic streak as large as say... Dr. Essex has... else they'd be stuck here all evening, rehashing the joys of comeraderie via such methods of "And remember who saved who's life now?" and other such comments. But no, he's nothing as bad as Sinister... Nodding his head at the exchange of pleasantries, Erik then turns back to the real business at hand. (And don't worry, he did see Toxin's meaningful gaze - but like of her other ones, he's simply ignoring it. Plus, he knows that he deserves it, so why bother acknowledging it,right?) "Now.. I believe that you both have been sent memos recently concerning a little training exercise idea that I have in mind. Mystique, Shield and .." He can hardly believe that he's saying this, ".. Creed have been sent similar messages. Toad, come and sit, and I will fill you in on the details."
Ugh. Does he have to be a part of this -now-? His uncomfortable slab that he calls a bed is waiting for him! The only sign of displeasure he gives off is his slow gait towards the seat, along with the heavy way he flops into it. He's like a kid who's been caled into the principal's office for the umpteenth time. What is it now, Principal Magnus? Just give him his detention notice so he can go home.
Toxin has better things to do too, but she knows enough to sit and pay attention like the good little Brotherhood member she is. An eyebrow arches for a brief moment when Magneto mentions Creed, but after all, the fuzzball is still a senior member. She makes an effort not to look at Toad, deliberately licking her lips to reveal her fangs while looking downward for a second. She'll find a way to talk to him later. Propping one elbow up on the armrest of the chair, she rests her chin on it and gazes at Erik. Yes?