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Knock knock. A pair of knuckled raps sound Padraig's timely presence outside Magneto's door. For some reason he's dressed relatively smartly, at least for him, a pair of trousers and a dark T-shirt showing no sign of wear. Standing smartly, a black folder edged in metal to better protect its contents is held tightly in one hand. A determined set to his chiselled jaw matches the slightly tense posture.
Erik, in turn, is in a typical combination of black sweater and grey trousers, the shoulder tabs on the former lending a military air to garb that would otherwise be reasonably casual. Cold eyes lifting over the edge of his glasses at the knock, he leans back to set his screwdriver and two thick pieces of metal aside, then glances quickly over the rest of his desk to make certain that there isn't anything too confidential within easy sight. Only then is the massive door grated open.
"Sir." Padraig greets with a nod, even as he steps smartly through the door and moves towards his leader's desk. "Thank you for seeing me." The folder is shifted from his hand to come forward, ready to have it plucked or simply offer it forward as he approaches the desk.
"Padraig. Of course." The chair across from his desk is gestured to lazily. Its twin seems to have gone missing - a fact that Erik declines to comment upon as his eyes shift onto the folder.
Noticed, but un-mentioned. Padraig continues forward, and takes the seat before even attempting to speak, the folder settling into place on his lap. "I wanted to see you because I've put together a proposal for a mission I thought you might believe would be useful, sir. All the information and objectives is in this folder." Which is presently held forward as the younger mutant reaches towards Magneto, still with a level expression.
Magneto arches a brow at that, the folder glanced to once more before Erik stretches his own hand out to take it. "Useful, hm?" If there's skepticism in there, it's carefully hidden beneath slightly knit brows and a faint scowl as the folder is flipped open, and he immediately begins to read.
"In terms of the new recruits, sir." Padraig explains, before settling himself back into the chair slightly, still upright enough to appear smart. He watches surreptitiously for any reaction. He simply awaits any sort of initial assessment.
Magneto is keeping a careful eye on Padraig in turn - or, at least, what portion of the man he can see using only his peripheral vision, as his glare continues to flick over the top most paper in the folder. "This is a rather complicated set up for a grave robbery, Mr. O'hara."
"That could be true, sir." Padraig affirms with a nod, the faintest hints of a frown knitting his features as he rapidly considers an answer. "However, I felt it best to involve the newest recruits in a non-essential mission, whilst having someone a little more experienced around them to keep an eye on them, so to speak. It could easily be adapted to need fewer people if necessary." The Northern Irish lilt struggles a little with the attempts at formality, though Padraig is obviously trying his utmost.
"And you are aware of the consequences of Chrome using his mutation over time?" This, at last, prompts Erik to look back up again, the ice in his glare seeking to make eye contact as he turns the page.
Eye contact is easily made for a moment, before Padraig shakes his head. "It's never come up in any of our tactical discussions, sir, or when we've discussed our powes." A faintly inquiring tilt to his head and crease between his eyebrows doesn't quite ask the question.
Magneto pauses a moment, his wording carefully considered before he speaks again, his eyes still trained upon Padraig. "You have seen his hands?"
Padraig nods, ever so slightly, eyes coming up to meet Magneto's as he answers. "If you mean the metal fingers, yes sir, I have." As there's nothing else of any major interest about Chrome's hands. Obvious rapid thought, followed by a light of an idea behind his eyes. "I've never thought before about what the fingers might mean though."
"Use of his abilities lends to small measures of his own flesh being transformed into the metal that he produces. As time passes, the more he uses his ability, the more restricted by this process he will be." Pausing long enough to allow that to sink in, and to allow Padraig's imagination to fill in the rest, Erik looks down to the second page. "As such, I would rather he not expend himself on a non-essential mission of this nature. A shovel in Mr. Marko's hands would serve the same purpose anyway."
Another slow nod follows the information. "Yes, sir. The other person I considered was Derek, although I don't know if he could do it any faster than Cain. I would use Cain, if the mission were to be approved." Padraig shifts slightly in his seat to attain a more comfortable position. "Are there any other points, sir?"
"Yes." Still reading for a moment longer, Erik closes the folder gently before speaking up again. "Do you anticipate any opposition?"
The tiniest of shakes to the Irishman's head this time. "No, sir, as the graveyard should be unattended, and the surrounding buildings are empty during the night, as far as I can ascertain without scoping the area in person." He takes a slow breath before continuing. "The people on the building are there in case of any trouble, and should have a perfect vantage point to remove anyone that could get in the way."
"Very well. I'll take a few days to consider it, and will contact you once I've made a decision one way or the other. The energy that will be expended for a single metal corpse makes me wary of immediate agreement - and while I do see the benefit in introducing some of our newer members to non-life threatening missions, I'm not particularly interested in giving them the idea that this sort of thing is commonplace, either. As I'm sure you understand." Quite sure, from the look Magneto gives him across the desk.
"Perfectly, sir." Padraig affirms. "I'll leave the folder with you - I have copies. If there's any other points or questions regarding it, I'll be available for you any time if you wished to talk to me." Note, not discuss. Padraig moves again in the chair, ready to spring to his feet and leave. "Again, sir, thank you for seeing me."
"Good. I appreciate that you're making the effort to consider these things..." The folder tipped at Padraig in fairwell, Erik turns to draw out one of his top-most drawers to deposit it within. "You're dismissed."
"Sir." Padraig replies, in farewell and thanks, he stands rapidly, and turns on a heel to leave. Not until he's outside the door does he begin to smile properly.
Padraig approaches Magneto with his Plan. Some discussion, and a 'maybe'.