18231/Just A Light Workout

Just A Light Workout
Date of Scene:	07 June 2024
Location:	Training Room
Synopsis:	A chance encounter leads to workout discussions and Pop-Tarts. What's with the Brotherhood and Pop-Tarts?!
Cast of Characters:	Cain Marko, Martinique Wyngarde

---

Cain Marko has posed:
"Huh. Not bad...."

Cain Marko's deep voice rumbles with the sound of someone who is -mildly- impressed. Not completely impressed mind you. That takes quite a bit...but...credit where credit is due. The Traijning Room on Asteroid M is nice. Very, very nice. Granted, it's not that The Juggernaut -needs- training per se. Not according to his own ego and sense of self but...it's fair to appreciate fun toys to play with now and again.

At the moment, the room is configured to accomodate weights, gynmastics and other assorted manifested equipment to aid in efforts both human and superhuman. No doubt Magneto assembled most of ther equipment himself or others were donated but anything from your standard gym equipment is present along with specialized hydraulic lifts that are for the likes of The Blob and other allied individuals whose strength far exceeds even that of super soldiers. At the moment, Juggernaut stands infront of one such press, looking it over thoughtfully while rubbing his lighlty bearded jaw with a huge finger. The very sound of his flesh scratching against his jaw like that of a metallic brush dragging across concrete.

With his helmet and skullcap off, his red haired, thick necked and brutish visage is on full display and his eyes are visibly furrowed in thought as he considers everything present before starting to turn as if readying to make his way out of the room.

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde finally got her arm healed up after spending some time in the med bay with a cast and pop tarts. She's in a green spandex tank top and matching yoga pants, wearing black sneakers, and steps on in. As she does so, seeing Juggernaut there, she stops, leans back, and luaghs. "You, training?"

Cain Marko has posed:
The arrival of the mutant illusionist pauses The Juggernaut's departure. He looks her over with a slightly upraised eyebrow as he reaches down to rerieve his helmet but, for the moment, keeps it off.

"What's it look like?" he rumbles, sarcasm in his voice and a mild smirk teasing his broad features for half an instant.

"Naw...I just got lost for a minute on my way to the teleporters. Figured I'd check this place out. I'm not exactly someone that needs a workout to stay fit but maybe I'll just have a little fun in here for the giggle of it.."

He considers the weight press again but then turns back towards her. His gaze shows no deep familairity with her. Obviously she was on the mission to destroy the Sentinel Factory but there was so much chaos going on one could hardly blame him for not picking out each individual Brotherhood affiliate that was present.

But he's no reason to at least not be as cordial as is possible for him on an average day and after studying her he rumbles, "Heard you got yourself hurt during that last outing. What happened?"

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde snickers, and stretches her arms out, like she's getting ready for some training herself. "You did great work in Nicaragua. Complete chaos and we could pick off what was left. Love to have you around every time."

At his question,s he looks at her arm. "Oh. Yeah. I got overwhelmed by Sentinels, fell off the deck. Magneto saved me from an even worse fall."

Cain Marko has posed:
"Hm...yeah."

Cain eyes her and then looks away to study the room once again while propping his helmet up against his massive waist with one arm and reaching his other hand up towards his jaw in thought.

"Complete chaos..that's sure one way to describe it. Anyway, don't get too used to stunts like that..from me anyway. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me being around every time but think of me more as a ....part timer. I got an arrangement with Mystique and Miss Queen of Genosha."

He looks back to her, "Most of my work is mercenary and also doin' what I feel like doin'. I'm not on the payroll for no full time jihad....but I'll be around from time to time..."

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde laughs. "Oh I could get used to you completely breaking down the opposition. But I get it. You have other things to do. Sometimes I do, too. And I am on the payroll. I live here"

She walks up to some light weights, and picks up one in each hand. With them, she begins a routine of squats, twists, and thrusts with them. Breathing with the rhythm to make up for days in bed eating poptarts.

Cain Marko has posed:
Pop-Tarts don't exactly seem like the sort of thing that one should be feeding patients in need of recovery. Protein over sugar to help with healing of wounds is ideal but hey, Juggernaut's not the local medics despite his basic training experience and knowledge of such things. So any signs of Pop-Tart wrappers in the infirmary by him will go uncommented on for now.

He does watch her as she begins her workout routine. His expression remains neutral, mostly, but his eyes hood ever so slightly and he arcs an eyebrow in a sort of appraising study.

It's not unlike having a volcano or earthquake pay attention to you, perhaps. She should be no stranger to such forces here on the Asteroid but ..Juggernaut's presence has a singular pressure to it that is uniquely his. Comes with being the embodiment of power and destruction.

"You seem ....limber enough." he finally voices, deep voice rumbling from his near ten foot height as he leans boredly against the hydraulic press. "You almost got me wanting to work out for real but I'd have to charge you for puttin' on a show...."

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde starts to break a sweat quickly. Breathe harder sooner than she should. She WAS lazy for a week, but with good reason. "By sheer luck. Laying out a week recovering from the shocks and the strains and the break, just all around trauma of various kinds, could have made me fat and lazy."

She laughs. "Want a pop tart? I have a box in the duffel bag over there. And I'm sure you'd be impressive just eating a pop tart, Juggy."

Cain Marko has posed:
"No I don't want no damn pop-tart. What's up with you all and pop-tart's anyway?"

Juggernaut's nose wrinkles abit at that. "First off, they'd be like eating a chip. I aint exactly the size of the average joe if you haven't noticed. Hardly something I can look impressive doin'.." he smirks mildly but still seems to have some sass in him at that offer.

"Secondly - are you sure -you- should be eating them being just off the mend and clearly not at your best physically?"

He inclines his head slightly as he looks over her, "They aint exactly doctors order nutrition. You complainig about being lazy and fat while offering me a Pop-Tart? Pick a lane, girlie."

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde laughs, between deep breaths. "When you're lying in a jungle for hours, onyour stomach, it's a nice food to bring with you. Portable finger food that gives you energy."

With a deep breath, she puts down the weight, and sits to rest a moment. "So I've grown fond of them. I associate them with victory. You know?"

Cain Marko has posed:
"You bendin' over backwards here and I don't mean your workout routine." responds the giant red head.

He eyes her with an increduous expression and then just grins lightly, "Pop-Tarts aint exactly standard mission fare for when someone is in need of some quick energy. Frankly, too much of 'em and they nasty as all hell but suit yourself. Whatever makes you satisfy your cravin's darlin'. "

There's a flash of red light as he puts his helmet onto hsi head. The sorcery that binds his armor securing it just like that and once more his face is shadowed by the Cyttorak shaped dome about his head.

He steps away from the machinary now, shaking the ground and he starts to near her general area, clearly intending on passing by her to start for the exit in earnest.

"Might wanna check whatever diet you need to be on to make sure you're on the mend before you switch from Pop-tarts to twinkies." he suggests, "I'm sure ya wanna be in tip top shape when they want to send folk out on a mission." He barks out a rough laugh at that and shakes his head. "Pop-tarts..."

Martinique Wyngarde has posed:
Martinique Wyngarde laughs, and looks him over. "You know, you're impressing me, Juggy. I expected you, being such a natural, to do what you want, and wat what you want. But you talk like a body guilder."

She nods approvingly, and gets up to do the next set of exercises with the weights. Controlled sharp breathing as she works. "Twinkies?" she smiles between breaths. "Take care of yourself."

Cain Marko has posed:
"I -can- eat what I want darlin'. My powers make me unstoppable and turn me into this walkin' siege engine. I didn't say anything special. Not filling your body with sugar and processsed crap when you're healing is just plain common sense. So yeah. Stay away from Twinkies and Cupcakes eh?" Juggernaut smirks and then shrugs, "OR don't. I don't gotta worry about broken bones."

He gives a mildly dismissive wave, "See ya around.""

WIth that, he moves for the exit, ground shaknig with each step and likely for awhile after he's passed out of sight.