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Sabella hasn't slept. She'd tried, but just can't seem to get herself to stop thinking long enough. So she's currently trying to force her mind elsewhere. Bottles and bottles are scattered all over the place, each filled with different kinds of liquids. She's currently perched at her desk jotting things down quickly. There's a brilliant blue bottle clutched in the hand not holding a pen. It looks like she hasn't even changed from her pajamas last night. A pair of black silk pajama pants and the matching tank top.
There's a gentle knock at her door, the familiar tapping of a man who's spent a lot of time in this room. That man is standing outside, a tray balanced on one hand (how can he come to Bella's quarters -without- coffee?) and his workout gear already on. The door is slowly opened a couple of inches, and the Irish lilt that comes through it is in a fairly good mood. "Sabella? You wanted me? Are you decent?"
Sabella closes her eyes for a moment when she hears that familiar Irish accent. Maybe Padraig wasn't the best person to send for at the moment. But she needs his poewrs. "I'm never decent. But I am dressed." She states in a distracted tone as she finishes writing something down before lifting her head to await Padraig's entrence.
"Good stuff." Padraig replies, shouldering the door open and stepping through quickly, closing it behind him with a swing of his hips. Sauntering forward, he drops to one knee and offers the tray forward with a bowing of his head. "As milady likes it. Now, what can I do for you?" Light and chirpy, despite the early hour. No hangover, today.
Delicate brows arch high as he kneels in front of her, but she doesn't argue and instead plucks the coffee from the tray, cradling the warmth in her free hand. "Thank you." she nods before placing the bottle of blue liquid on the tray in place of the coffee. "I need to see the reaction this chemical will have when mixed with electricity."
An eyebrow raises high at that. "How -much- electricity? Want me to start low, or rather give it a decent jolt to begin with?" The tray is rapidly discarded as Padraig sips at his own drink, orange juice today. He carefully watches Sabella to look for any clue as to her strange mood last night. "If it explodes I'm not going to be happy, alright?"
There aren't any signs as to the reason, but the mood still seems to be lingering. No hint of a smile on her face, eyes cold and emotionless with the beginnings of circles underneath from a mix of stress and lack of sleep. "You need to start low. I would have done it myself but I forgot most of my tools on the mainland." So she'll work with what she has. "Hopefully it won't explode. But if it does, I'll fix you."
Concern falls in a layer over Padraig's face, but he does nod and offer up a little grin. "Alrighty then. But, before I get started... I guess you'd rather not talk about what it is that's got you in this mood? You know you can, with me." There's a very light shrug, and Padraig again carefully watches for any reaction. "You've dealt with me enough times, after all."
Sabella frowns at the mention of her mood, cold eyes drifting to look up into Padraig's concerned ones. "It isn't a mood it's a change in ideals. I gave up my last chance at true love for the Cause and I simply need to start justifying my own actions by actually /taking/ action. I've sat idle for far too long." As emotionless as ever she now gestures to the bottle. "I wouldn't suggest holding it while you do it either, if the bottle explodes I do not want to have to pull glass shards from your hands."
There's a very slow shake of Padraig's head, and his voice is soft, gentle. "No such thing as a last chance, Sabella. But if you won't admit it to yourself then there's nothing I can do or say, apart from be a nice comforting pair of arms to hug if you ever want me around." He actually sighs quietly, before his eyes flash with a grin again, and his voice lightens. "But action, I can deal with!" The Irish rogue looks towards the little bottle with a frown, then places it back on the tray, and moves that tray to a spot just in front of him on the floor. "No touching? Hmm." A single finger pops out towards the bottle, and he glances up. "This better be good."
"There are such things as last chances Padraig, you're simply to naive not to know it." She isn't reacting well to that gentle tone, which is obvious in the scowl that imprints itself on her face. "And I don't really feel like hugging. But thank you for the offer. It was.. kind." Awww, she's turning herself into a mini-Magneto. Emotionless and caring only for the cause. How cute. How disturbing. In her opinion he has the right idea. Ignore your heart and maybe eventually it'll go away. Her eyes settle on the bottle, waiting for the electricity to shoot through it. And once it does, there's a small hissing noise as the liquid begins to bubble.
Another raised eyebrow, this time at the bottle, but Padraig begins to slowly but surely increase the flow of power, even as he speaks, with a partly wounded tone. "That's not the Sabella I know speaking, who's fully aware that I'm not some bawling little kid. Who's also fully aware I know how much passion and drive that boils within that heart of yours. But if you want to push me away, then feel free." He delivers his full concentration to the bottle now, a few tiny little sparks beginning to run along his finger.
Sabella disregards his attempts to get a rise out of her and simply shakes her head, eyes never leaving the bottle. "I am not pushing you away, I am merely offering you, all of you, a different part of myself. A part that's been held back for far too long now. We have a long way to go if we're going to be ready to do what it takes for the Cause and Erik can't be the only one who's willing to do what it takes." The sparks make her eyes narrow for a moment. "Hold your breath." she orders moments before a slow, blueish steam begins to rise from the bottle. "Perfect." She holds you hands out to claim the bottle from him.
"You can be willing to do anything and still be decent enough." Padraig replies, as he stops the flow abruptly with her word. Pulling all power back from his hand, he lifts the bottle up towards her and places it gently in her hands. He delivers a frank Look. "Maybe you should offer both parts. Much as I'm willing to follow the orders of any part of you," A pointed look that tries to deliver his full meaning. Bella, Sabella. "I'm not convinced this'll be good for you. Then again, it's not my choice."
"Just because I refuse to let my emotions rule who I am any longer does not mean that I'm no longer decent. It simply means that I'm finally doing what's right for me." Sabella accepts the bottle and moves it towards the table, setting a small thermomiter inside of it and carefully studying the results. "I've offered both parts before. It didn't work. So now I offer one." She jots down a note or two before glancing over her shoulder. "You're right. It's not." His choice that is. "Thank you for your help, but I would suggest, as you don't have anything to fight off chemical in your mutation, you leave before I finish. I would hate to see something happen to you." It sounds honest enough.
"Shit, Sabella, it worked for me." Padraig again shakes his head, unable to understand anyone who'd want to try and lock themselves off from their emotions. "For the record, I don't think it's right for you. But you're not going to listen to me, so I'll give the hell up." Resignation deep within his voice, he slowly stands up and releases another sigh. "Yeah, I'll fuck off." The tiniest hint of bitter irritation in there. "See you later, Sabella." And he's turning on a heel to leave.
"It's a sweet attempt Padraig, but you're wasting your time. I've made the decision that I think is right for me." Sabella states and turns her back to him as he begins to swear. She isn't in the mood to put up with his irritation. "I'll see you Padraig."
"Yeah, you'll figure your mistake later. Maybe too late. Laters." And Padraig is striding through the door and away to see Amara, muttering to himself in Gaelic. No training just yet.
Padraig is summoned to help Sabella with something. He tries to stop her from being in such a weird state of mind. Fails.