Owner	Pose
Domino	As the title states.. the days spent in Madripoor are long. The sun beats down mercilessly on the rich and poor, the good and bad equally, or so it should. Instead, it is a little 'unfair', what with the poor and the bad spending an inordinate amount of time out of doors, and under the occasional palm tree. While one can find a tree in Brooklyn, those trees in the city proper of Madripoor are few and far between. Domino is in full black leathers, though the sleeves are cut back, revealing white arms. (Yes, she actually is an albino!) Black hair sits as a mop upon her head and sweat beads down. A black bandana is wrapped about her head to keep the salt from hitting her eyes, and it's working. For the most part anyway. Finding a spot in the shade of a building, Domino leans against the wall with her back, blue eyes looking out to the streets beyond. "I used to like the warmth. Beats Canada in the winter, but.. never again."
Nathan Summers	While Madripoor might not be his favorite place in the world it serves it's purpose well enough. It is not as if he is completely incapable of going undercover. He can even do so with a modicum of comfort and convenience given his access to advanced technology. But for the most part Cable just doesn't care to bother. And here in Madripoor most people are a little too wary to look twice at someone, anyone, who looks overtly dangerous. And Nathan Summers almost always looks dangerous. The grey hair, the white tank top and jeans might look innocuous enough, but even without that metal arm that gleams in the sun, even without that cybernetic eye, there is just something about the hulking man that suggests a measure of violence. Not uncommon in these parts. But more often then not it is at the amateur level. Cable is definitely no amateur. Leaning rather casually against the side of the wall nearby, the soldier from the future lets that cool gaze slide over the heated streets beyond, constantly moving, constantly assessing. While he grips a cold can it is not yet cracked open, instead occasionally pressed to his forehead to offer some small measure of cool on the otherwise scorching day. "Madripoor is never going to qualify as a garden spot to visit. Even if the temperature was a little more managable, Dom," he points out helpfully.
Domino	Domino leans a little more heavily against the wall, the cool of the mudbrick earth wall giving at least a little respite. Her gaze swings slowly towards her partner, and grins lopsidedly at his using the can as something of a cooling pack. "You better drink that before it turns into complete swill," is directed. "You think it's bad cold? Even worse warm." She shakes her head, her hair moving with the effort, "I don't understand how people can do that." Traffic watching. People watching. It's a hobby, a past-time and something that is inherent in their roles of mercenaries. Little tells lead to big paydays, after all. The cars pass, belching smoke, adding to the greenhouse effect, which probably compounds Domino's over-heating. "Little yellow car. Trying to be clever." Domino pushes off the wall with a raised boot, and her steps bring her beside Cable. "Black might be too obvious?"
Nathan Summers	People watching, traffic watching, both can very much be a skill to be nurtured and developed. Like any skill it needs to be exercised from time to time. Practiced. Honed. Madripoor is a particularly good place to do that, given the sheer variety of people one is likely to observe. Most of them probably trying to hide something. No matter how innocent it might appear on the surface. "You talk like it isn't already swill. Though I suppose it might still be of the non-complete variety while it's still cold," Cable conceeds drily, running the can with it's growing condensation across his forehead once more. Given his various mental tricks he can probably convince himself it is not as hot as it is, or at least that he doesn't feel it. But for whatever reason he does not choose to do so. He does choose to finally crack open that can at last though, taking a long pull from it as his gaze flickers over the steady stream of traffic. "I see it. Cute," he says quietly. There are a lot of ways to blend in. And occasionally the easiest is to actually stand out a little.
Domino	"If it weren't for the fact I actually told Brick that I'd meet him here..." there are plenty of little spots that might offer a little more shade. 'Brick' being a contact the pair have had for some time; at least Domino, anyway. And right now, as far as she's concerned, he's Cable's contact as well. Lifting her head and squinting at the day's sky, the albino scowls, "There's something off." Spidey sense? Nah... Her gaze lowers once more, and there it is.. the first pull from the can. "That wasn't the last one, right?" She's pretty sure it's not, and, well.. at some point, it'll at least be better than the water around these parts. "I say we take the yellow clown car and check up on him." After all, who would suspect the little thing? Though, a smirk creases her face, "Might be too small for you. We'll look for a convertible."
Nathan Summers	That is enough to make him shoot a wry smirk her way. "I'm hurt Dom, really, truly hurt," Cable counters. "Do you really think that I would finish off the beer stockpile and not even give you fair warning?" he asks. Why the sheer nerve of it all. He has a deep, abiding sense of honor afterall. Share and share alike. Just like they do with contacts from time to time. They travel in similar enough circles that it is rare when one of them knows someone that the other doesn't, but it does happen now and then. But such contacts are rarely so impotant as not to be shared on a need-by-need basis. Priorities, and all that. "There's always something off around here, if you ask me. Anyone wants to make trouble, bring it on," Nate retorts, maybe a little cavalierly. But then they've been through a lot. More then most. Threats, well, they start to pale a little after that sort of thing. "Lets do it," he says, shooting another smirk her away at the solicitous offer. "I can cram myself in, don't worry. It'll be cozy. And no more attention-grabbing then a convertible. Much as I enjoy that kind of thing," he adds, shooting a tight smile her way.
Domino	See? Her faith in humanity.. er.. mutanity is reaffirmed. Not the last one! "Not you.. never you." Does Neena deserve the Oscar for her acting? Absolutely. "Okay, okay," she exhales with her hand rolling in gesture, "MORE off than usualy around here." There is definitely a touch of humor that lingers beneath her tones even as she begins to move out. Traffic as it is means that there's never anything that is going too fast, and absolutely not too fast for a pair of mutants with motivation. Score one that Domino isn't even unholstering her pistol- yet, that is. Nodding at Cable when he offers up his 'ready to go' message, she begins to walk with purpose, her boots hitting the ground in increasing speed. "Taxi!" It's now that she takes out her pistol, on the jog in the brutal, South Seas heat.