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A somewhat empty weight-room does in fact have an occupant within it for the time being. It's starting to become a routine for Cain Marko to spend his early mornings doing something to train himself, having gotten to the point where he wants to put that ungodly stamina of his to use. The weights are untouched at the moment however. For the moment, the big guy takes up more of an empty spot in the room, his eyes drawn into narrowed focus. Fists are swung or thrust outward, almost boxer-like in how they're done, apparently working on his speed, though for his size, he's actually surprisingly fast.
Padraig enters the room at a measured stride. Shoulder length hair is tied back into a tight pony tail, and he's dressed in his workout gear, though there's a folder clutched in one hand. A faint smile comes to his face as he spots Cain, and a brief nod of greeting is offered. "Alright there. How's it going?" The Irishman makes a slight change of direction towards the larger man.
Cain finishes up with a straight that's thrown low, low enough to hit someone of average height smack dab in the skull. He holds that for a moment, before lowering his arms, finally turning around so he can see Blitz, offering a nod. "Not too bad," he says. Recent events HAVE done well to take his mind off of things.
Carefully watching Cain's movements for future reference, Padraig nods as he speaks. "Good stuff. Good to see you're getting as obsessed about training as me as well." A briefly friendly grin, and he flicks the folder open with one hand, peering down at it. "Is there a chance you could do me a favour? It's going to sound quite random, but'll only take a couple of minutes."
Cain rolls his shoulders, lightly stretching himself, though he eyes Padraig for a moment, noting the folder in his hands with a bit of questioning in his expression. He doesn't really give a definitive yes or no, though he asks, "What is it you need?"
"Like I said, it's quite random." Padraig continues, as he looks over to the bench designed to take practically every weight in the room. "I need to see if you can lift about six hundred and fifty kilos and move it easily." He begins to walk over to the bench, searching for the heaviest weights there are and beginning to stack them onto a bar.
Cain raises a brow and watches for a few moments as Padraig sets up one of the bars, debating on doing it himself, but since he's already over there.. He shrugs lightly with a hint of a smile on his face. "How do you want me to do it? Lift it, curl it, press it?"
Six hundred and fifty kilos are now present on that bar. (That's about 1500 lbs to you Americans.) Padraig finishes stacking them and tightens the bulky wingnuts that keep everything in place. "You'd be lifting the weight from about six feet below you, maybe with ropes or something if you need them. I want you to be able to lift it from an awkward angle. Then you'd be carrying it as quickly as you can for about a hundred metres. In other words, you've got to be able to manipulate it fairly easily, or I'll have to find another way."
Cain's lips purse slightly, peering at the weights. Sounds like Blitz is planning on something. "In that case, you might want to put some clamps on the end. Last thing we need is to have all of those coming off and going every which way."
"Good point." Padraig affirms, digging around for the clamps and finding them easily enough, strong fingers then tightening the two sets he puts in place. He takes a step back to check his handiwork. "Do you think you can do it? In fact, sod it, just go for it."
Cain steps over, actually standing over the bench rather than just sitting down, bringing a hand down and seeming to measure the length of the bar with his hand a moment. He's looking to make sure his hand's over the very center of it, or so it seems. He nods calmly. "Kay. Might want to step back a little." He gives him time to do so before he grabs the bar down the middle and rather easily removes it from it's perch. He ponders for a second before suddenly flicking his wrist, tossing the bar up a bit before turning his arm and catching it underhanded, drawing it up to lay over his shoulder before looking towards Blitz. "Out the door?"
"Ciach ort." Padraig lets out, even as he watches. "You could have at least made it /look/ a bit more difficult. Feeling kind of inadequate over here." He slowly shakes his head. "One hand..." A shrug, and he begins to head outside at an easy pace. "If you want to practise with it, I've found a spot where you can try and lift it from something like where you would be, if it actually happens." Read, Padraig's found a grave-simulator.
Cain figured Padraig was being dead serious about this and wouldn't want to waste time seeing him toy with it. He can't help but wonder if anyone else on the island can manipulate that much weight the same way, though. It's almost annoying to him, not knowing just how much he can lift. Honestly, what he holds now feels like nothing. "Sure, I'll give it a shot," he says, deciding to follow Padraig while toting the bar along with him.
Padraig is being serious. This is his pet mission. He strolls out and along to a spot where he's found a natural outcrop of rock that happens to be almost exactly six feet high. "Right. Remember that this may or may not be going ahead, I just want to make sure you can do it for if it does. See if you can get the thing up six feet. You won't have much space to work with, so try imagining it's in a hole. And it won't have many particularly handy handles." He gestures towards the rock, letting Cain go ahead and try it if he wants. "Thanks for doing this, by the way." A genuine grin delivered before he stands back to watch.
Cain does manage to find and bring some rope along with them as they head out, given what he was told inside. Hoisting things up is easy enough for him, but in this case, balance is an issue as well. He'll just have to hope the rope doesn't tear from the weight it's going to be supporting. He sets it down at the bottom of the outcropping and goes to tie the ends of the rope onto the bar, at first one end, then the other. "If you don't mind me asking, just what're you planning on doing, anyway? What're you looking to haul around like this?"
Musing as he watches, Padraig offers. "I figure with the actual item it'll be easier to just loop under each end. Someone might have to get in the hole." A flicker of his eyebrow upwards meets the question, but he does break into a broad grin again. "Remember Henry Gyrich and the statue? We might be graverobbing for the thing, and you're the heavy lifter. I'm waiting on Magneto's response to see if it is to actually go ahead."
Cain listens with a lifted brow. Must be Chrome's handiwork from the sound of it, though he wasn't really paying much attention at the time of the escape. "I see... What would you want with some metal corpse, anyway? Decorations?" Something morbidly amusing about that, though somehow he doesn't think it'd be far from the truth. In any case he finishes securing the ropes, tossing the ends up onto the top of the outcropping before putting his hands on it, bending down and leaping up. He actually swings his legs up and over the top while balancing on his hands and bringing his feet back down onto the ground with a mild grunt. Safe to say that he can lift his own weight pretty easily as well.
There's a pair of very careful eyes watching every movement that Cain makes. Might as well store all this away for future reference if nothing else. "Either a centrepiece for the courtyard, or a gargoyle for the cliffs. A constant reminder of what we do." Padraig's lilting accent draws through the words with a certain relish. There's probably some vanity involved as well. "Also means that a couple of you newbies will get a chance to prove you can function on a mission, and the mission isn't essential so it doesn't matter all that much if someone screws it up."
Funny how the term 'newbie' almost sounds derogatory, depending on how it's used. Cain doesn't seem to be bothered by it though, just nodding softly. "Gotcha." He eyes things for a moment longer before he grabs the ropes, starting out a bit careful at first to see how well they hold up with the weight. When all seems clear, he starts to lift it up towards where he's standing. Though it takes a bit longer than it had in the weight room, he doesn't seem to even be straining with the task.
Just a statement of fact. New person, so newbie. Not like it's delivered to sound like an insult. Padraig tilts his head in interest. "Easy. And we've already ascertained you can carry it. You look like my man for the job." A broad grin flashes over his features momentarily. "Now I've just got to hope and pray Magneto approves it." His brows knit into a frown of thought. "I'd offer to take the thing back for you... but, well... y'know. Unless you want to practise tossing it around a little? Remember you'll have to be careful with the statue."
Cain seems to be down with everything, not really thinking that Blitz was trying to sound offensive anyway. He eases up some, but nods lightly. "Well, there's that. There's also finding out whether or not he'll allow me to come with you even if he okays the whole thing." Yeah, he knows Magneto probably doesn't trust a lot of people around here, but it could still be a valid point. "I think I'm good with it." He nods to what else is said as well. "I understand. Don't think you'd want to go through all of this just for us to get there and break the thing."
Padraig shrugs lightly. "I think if he allows it you'll be coming along, because there'd not be much point in making it more difficult for ourselves, and he would have said something when I spoke to him." Thinking out loud and obviously so, but the Irish rogue continues to smile. "I'm thinking of ways to keep it in one piece. Must've been a bitch to bury. Anyhow, I should probably get back on with training. Thanks again, buddy."
Cain manages a nod.. For now he eases the weight down onto the ground beside him, looking towards Padraig. "Could be right about that. I just say it because in my experience, things aren't always going to go the way you want them to. It's always good to have a backup plan if you can afford it." With that, he nods. "Seeya..."
"There's multiple backup plans." Padraig assures, "So don't worry 'bout that. I'll fill you in fully if it's to go ahead." He offers another nod, of farewell, before turning to leave. "Have a good one. In a bit."
Padraig finds Cain and finds out if he's strong enough for the mission he's got planned. Cain is. Easily.