South Ferry - Manhattan

Painted a brilliant hue of orange, the ferry is visible from a long ways off. Passengers on foot are allowed on for free, and directed along to the upper deck where row upon row of seats line the middle of the space. Railings have been set by the window, allowing those who wish to stand a little stability. Through the windows, a breathtaking view of the New York harbour and waterfront is offered as the boat travels on its journey to the islands. In nicer weather, some people venture outside onto the railed landing running along three sides of the passenger deck.

Cars cost a nominal fee and are parked down below in a less prettified space. Concrete and steel pillars are all around with cars parked end to end in three lanes for the length of the ferry. Some passengers remain in the cars for the short trip, while others get out and wander around, perhaps choosing to venture up to the passenger deck.

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When the phone rang earlier today, that familiar, rasping voice told him she'd been given a 'green light' and then set up the meeting for midnight. Marrow gave him directions to a small side street near the ferry where they could meet and not have to be seen by too many people. Now she stands like a sentinel next to a black van, dressed in her long, over-sized coat, her bony outcroppings sticking out behind her like some kind of perverse peacock tail. She looks as menacing as ever as she glares at the odd person who might walk by and have the misfortune of making eye contact.

Fox wanders down one of the side streets, glancing at a bit of parchment in his hand and scratching his head. This WAS where Marrow had told him to meet her, wasn't it? He turns 360, looking all around him before wandering a bit closer to the shore. Ah, there she is...How on earth did he miss her. He walks up to her, smiling. "Hey there Marrow. How's it goin'?" He's not wearing his usual tanktop and coat this evening, he is instead wearing a button down khaki shirt with the top few buttons undone. A bit of bandaging can be seen under the shirt binding his chest, and he's sporting a fat lip, though based on the degree of swelling it looks to be a few days old. Basically, Marrow is likely to correctly assume that Fox has been in a scrap recently.

Marrow spots him before he gets close enough to speak to her, so she watches his approach. As he gets closer, it might or might not be more evident that there is someone else in the van behind the wheel. A driver. With bones protruding out of her back, no doubt she can't sit in the driver's seat too easily. Inclining her head by way of a greeting, the purple-haired young woman replies, "Evenin'. It's goin' well enough. Yerself?" With an approving nod, she adds, "I'm glad to see you decided to take us up on our offer."

Fox glances at the van and grins at Marrow. "Things are goin' just swimmingly, ma dear." He nods. "And o' course, I'm glad you decided I'm worthy to join your cause. Always glad to help out me own, ya know?" He nods toward the van. "Wah's this now? We goin' on an adventure?" He flashes a quick grin before noticing the driver, eyeing the front window incredulously. He decides not to make anything of it, however. He figures that Marrow obviously trusts this individual, so why shouldn't he?

Shrugging, Marrow replies easily and with a bit of a sardonic grin, "We're always lookin' fer like-minded individuals to sign up to our little band of merry men." Glancing over at the driver, then back at him, she holds up a placating hand. "Relax. If yer in, we take a trip really fast to HQ." She actually says the letters. "You get th' nickle-tour an' all tha'. Bu' first, some important formalities." She starts to count on her fingers as she makes her points. "Rule number one of fight club is you don' talk about fight club." Yes, she's making a silly movie reference so that anyone passing by doesn't get the hint, but perhaps the point remains the same. "Rule number two, you don' talk about the location of fight club an' always make sure yer not followed. Rule number three, refer back to rules one an' two. Think you can agree to tha'?"

Being unfamiliar with most American cinema, Fox does not get the reference Marrow is making, but he nods anyways. He understands the concept. Also, having not been told the name of this organization yet, he simply assumes that it is entitled 'The Fight Club'. He nods again. "O' course. I'll keep to these rules, I will. An' 'f anyone seems to be tailin' me, I'll be sure ta lose 'em." He nods again. "So this 'The Fight Club', it has an official building an' all that?" He grins. "Very ace." He's excited to meet a few more like minded individuals...Though he has unknowingly already done so...with unfortunate consequences.

Nodding a bit, Marrow rasps, "We've got our own buildin', yeah. Buildin', name, staff, resources... even reputation." Moving in a little closer so that no one can overhear her, she rumbles, "One last chance to back out if you had any doubts. If you've heard of us, it'd be from tv or newspapers from maybe a year ago or more. We're known as th' Brotherhood. Our boss, Magneto, gave his manifesto of sorts in a one-time broadcast, basically tellin' folks to stay out of our way. If you've heard of us an' don' agree wit' wha' we do or wha'not, turn around now an' ferget we met. If yer still game, we'll get in the van an' head to HQ." She then falls silent, watching him closely as she awaits his answer.

Fox ponders for a moment, trying to remember where he'd heard that name. He lowers his voice as well "Magneto...Magneto...Ah yeah, that bloke was on a site I checked out. Showed up on the telly with that kiddo you busted out o' the slammer, no?" He nods. "Of course, Marrow. I'm all for protecting our kind from the likes o' the people runnin' this place." He shakes his head "People like you an' me, we shouldn' have to hide what we can do. We're gifted. We're better than most, yet we have to hide away an' meet up in the night just to avoid the normals." He shakes his head again. "No way. I'm not goin' to stan' by an' let them pass that act. I'm not going to sit on me arse while others fight for our freedoms. Sign me up, love."

Marrow listens to his response without letting anything away for a long moment, simply watching him and considering his words carefully. Finally, she bangs twice on the side of the van and the door is unlocked. "Righ' then." She holds out one hand toward him to shake as she slides open the sliding door on the van with the other. "Welcome to th' Brotherhood, Fox," she rumbles almost proudly and with a rather serious expression. "Shall we go fer a ride, then?" She motions with her free hand toward the interior of the van, which appears to be just a normal van; no weird equipment or anything. The only thing that might be weird is that there is a bench of seats toward the back, but none in the center.

Fox looks Marrow squarely in the eye and shakes her hand firmly. "Thanks Marrow. Glad to join ya." He steps forward toward the van and peeks his head in, looking around quickly before flashing her a grin and hopping inside. He takes a seat and reaches for the seatbelt, wincing a bit and putting a hand on his chest. It's apparently still a bit sore. He'd have to fix that later...with booze.

Once he's shaken her hand and entered the van, Marrow grabs the sides of the doorframe and hauls her bulky form into the fan. Perhaps the reason for the missing bench of seats is obvious now as she plunks herself down on it, cross-legged, and pulls the door closed. The van fires up and the driver pulls away, apparently well-versed with their destination. Glancing over at him with a new expression of interest at his apparent appearance now that business has been taken care of, she rumbles, "Gonna tell me who roughed you up?"

Fox just now takes note of the fact that the seats are missing. He hadn't noticed, though now that he sees Marrow sitting there he understands the need to have had the seats removed. He rolls his eyes in an 'this is a kind of embarrassing story' kind of way. "Well...I was kind of wandering through some alleys the other nigh'...Seein' if I could find you or Grey to chat wit'. And I seen this boy, right? Started chattin' it up. Ended up pissin' 'im off er somethin'. An', well this kid was real spewin'. Mad as a cut snake, 'e was." He nods, as if to agree with himself on this fact. "So this kid, he's actin like he wants to beat me down or somethin', but he's a kid, right? Figure he'd try to punch me an' I'd jus' bust his head or somethin'." He laughs. "Turns out he was a mute. Real speedy little devil. Punched the shi' outta me. But...when I figured he was a mutie, I made nice with 'im. Things turned out peachy...Other than me gettin' a cracked rib er two."

As he sees to his explanation, Marrow falls silent again, simply listening along. However, as he begins to describe the kid as being pissed off, 'real spewing' and such, she quirks a purple eyebrow, her interest suddenly piqued. But it's the mention of the speed mutation that causes the second brow to jump up and the young woman to clear her throat a little. How many speedster mutants are there in the city? Who knows? If there's recognition at all as to this mutant, she doesn't let on. Instead, she replies in a rasp, "S'good tha' you two patched it up after tha'. Makin' th' wrong enemies can be rather problematic in wha' we do, after all." Inclining her head again so she can peer at him a bit, she adds, "At some point, you should go to our infirmary tonight an' have th' med staff look at you. If nothin' else, they can probably get you some good pain killers."

Fox nods. "Right-o. Well, If I'd known he wasn't a lousy human I wouldn't have pissed him off in the first place." He grins. "But yeah, I'll be more careful in the future, I will." He looks out the window. "An infermery, eh? Neat stuff, that is. Bet it comes in real handy." He nods again "An' I might take ya up on that. Just been usin' whiskey as me pain killer...Can't be good for the liver an all that." He looks back at Marrow "Got just minimal medical trainin', ya know. Just what the nasho taught me in boot."

"Well," Marrow points out, "most people won' just out themselves these days if they don' have to. Bu' wha' can you do?" Drawing in a breath, she considers something, then says, "I don' know wha' you have in the way of livin' arrangements, bu' quarters can be provided -- an' I know it's preferred if members live at th' HQ. Meals are provided. Furniture. Medical attention. Uniforms. Any special arrangements, essentially."

Fox listens to her offers and grins again. "Well if all that's provided, what'll I spend me money on, eh?" He nods "If you don't mind, I think a room'd be nice. We can figure out the arrangements for all that later." He smirks "But seriously...'bout all I spend me money on right now is rent an' gas an' food. So I'm gonna' insist on payin' a rent...Or an 'investment fee' if ye'd prefer that term."

Shaking her head, she replies, "No rent. It's free. Trust me, in time, you'll earn it well enough." For a bit, Marrow falls silent, leaning over the front passenger seat to make some arrangements with the driver. Time passes and the van makes its way across the river to Staten Island on the ferry. The van drives for a bit before it pulls into the front lot of what looks to be an old abandoned school of some sort; this is when the bony one finally speaks up again. "Here we are. Th' Brotherhood headquarters. Doesn't look like much on th' outside, bu' we do alrigh'." The van turns off and she slides open the door, carefully maneuvering her way out of the opening, assuming he'll follow once she's clear.

You say "Ah fine then." Fox responds to her speaking about him not paying rent. Fox figures he can always just buy a few extra rations and stick them in the kitchen...Assuming there is one. He rides in silence the rest of the way until Marrow speaks again. He follows her out of the car and stretches a bit from the ride, wincing again only slightly as he does so. He looks up at the building. "Wha' d' you mean it don't look like much? It looks grand." He's not just saying it. Fox didn't have the most privileged childhood."

Marrow cracks her neck as she waits for Fox to depart from the van, then offers a rare smile as he goes on about their headquarters building. "Glad you like it. It's home to quite a few of us," she explains before stalking up toward the doors, boots crunching and scuffling along on some gravel as she does. Yanking open a door, she waves him in, "Well, if you like th' outside, th' inside might be even better. We even have a pool."

Fox smiles as he follows her up the stairs. He takes them two at a time, but moves slow enough that he's actually travelling at a normal pace. "Oh? Good to know. Strength in numbers, eh?" He hears about the pool and laughs. "Well that's just grand. An' no sharks to worry abou' there. Ya know, me grandad was bit off the coast o' Sydney when I was a wee ankle-biter." He steps through the door into the foyer, looking at the stairs going up. "Well, bit bigger in here than I thought."

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Foyer - Brotherhood Headquarters - Staten Island

The foyer is a high-ceilinged and open area. Two rows of glass doors, one after the other, create sort of an antechamber before opening onto the foyer. A set of winding stairs leads up to the second floor; half way up they pause at a landing before turning back the same direction they cam in a space-saving measure.

To the left of the doors in, a set of swinging double doors leads into the main office while a glassed-in lounge area can be seen off to the right, the glass frosted to allow some privacy within. Beside this area, a shallow set of stairs leads down to the annex area. Further along, past the stairs, the area splits off into three halls. One continues straight, leading back towards a set of back doors and another stairwell, while the other two lead off left and right.

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Marrow steps into the foyer from outside behind Fox, rumbling, "Our numbers ain't huge, bu' there are a few of us." Letting the door close behind her, she stalks into the foyer a little more and points out a few places, "Th' office is over there. Tha's where you'll wanna go to make arrangements fer yer room an' uniform when yer ready. Over there's th' infirmary, so remember to get those ribs of yers checked. Lounge is there. More rooms upstairs an' down, an' so on. Livin' quarters are on th' third floor. Tha' pool, if yer inclined to use it, is in th' basement wit' th' gyms." She nods a bit, adding, "An' I'm assumin' by all tha' you mean you've been swimmin' fer a while, then?"

Attrition steps out of the infermery, rubbing his arm. Seems that the man has somehow found a way to hurt himself. He has some bandages visible on his arm and in his other hand he has a bottle of Rum... something which is not likely to have been given to him at the infermery. He blinks as he hears the voices and looks up with a smile ."Marrow! Chicka where have you been....and.. Fox? Is that you?" he asks.. he might not be all sober but he is at least 20 percent sober?

Fox looks around, nodding at each room she points out. "Ah, a gym, eh? grand. Won' have ta go clear across town anymore ta use some bloody weights." He nods back to the office "Now what're the hours there, an' about this uniform...The..." He cuts off as he hears Hugo calling to him. He looks up, slightly surprised. He assumed Attrition to be a human. "Um...Hey there...Er...Ha...Hmm...Harold?" Fox isn't very good with names. He eyes the alcohol. "Ah, see? Good ol' bottle-o. Cures what ales ya, eh, mate?"

Hearing the new but familiar voice, Marrow glances over toward the infirmary and the apparently wounded Attrition. "Hugo?" she questions, correcting Fox in a way. "Wha' th' fuck didja do to yerself?" she asks roughly, eyeing his bandaged arm. Immediately, her gaze flickers to the bottle and an eyebrow shoots upward. "Didn' they give you enough pain killers?" she questions.

Attrition shakes his head. "Didn't give me any on account of the fact that I used Rum before I hurt myself....good thing too. Im working on a new combat style... and well.. its a little too effective." he says with a small nod before he sighs. "Seems they figured if I had it in my system.. would be a problem to give me new pain killers." he nods to Fox. "Hugo but here... call me Attrition. And don't complain about the uniform... looks silly as hell but they can do some neat stuff with it."

Fox shakes his head. "Ah right...Hugo it was. Sorry, mate. But Attrition it is. A bit easier to remember." He eyes Hugo incredulously. "A new fightin' style? Involving turps? Sounds questionable to me, mate." He tips his head toward Marrow "An' for your information, Rum's an excellent painkiller. Drink enough an' the pain goes away...Granted...Then you fall down and create more pain for the next day." He frowns a bit. "Actually, 'bout the uniform...I was gonna ask about how well they could conceal me identity. Don't want the press to get ahold o' me pretty mug an' all that."

For a moment, the bony one remains silent as the pair introduce themselves... again, apparently. Looking at Fox, she points out, "Yeah, rum is a good pain killer... fer some of you bunch." She obviously excludes herself from that 'bunch'. But she adds in a rumble, "Rum, however, also doesn't give me sharp people at trainin'." Shaking her own head, Marrow replies, "Fine, so no pain killers...tonight. Tomorrow, as soon as yer up, get yer ass down here to get a 'scrip." Bossy much? Crossing her arms over her chest, she asks, "So gonna share how th' hell ya hurt yerself an' just how bad it is? Does this mean you'll be out of trainin' fer a while or wha'?" She then adds again to Fox, "Uniforms are custom designed. Come up with a design, take the design to te office an' they'll see wha' they can do. Ya want a mask, add it to th' design."

Attrition shakes his head. "It was pretty light but.... well I had my stuff on so it hurt like all hell. I am trying to figure out how to fight with a chain, figure it should let me do my thing better. And no.. I didn't have much to drink when I did it. No more then my usual." he says with a nod ."But yes ma'm.. .tmorow I get a script." he says with a nod. No use arguing with her. "But neh.. Marrow here dosn't drink much."

Fox looks back to the office again. "Right-o. Think I got a few ideas, been thinkin' stuff up the past few days. I'll drop off an idea, if they need help makin' it, I got some skill in what'll need done." He looks back to Attrition. "A chain, eh? 'lot easier to transport than my weapon o' choice...Speakin' o' which." he glances back a Marrow. "You mention trainin'? Might need to go collect meself a bit o' sand if you want me at top notch." Fox doesn't know about what Attrition says about Marrow not drinking. He seems to recall her drinking just about an entire bottle of whiskey a few nights ago.

Shaking her head, Marrow replies to Hugo, "Maybe ya should start with a shorter chain so ya don' have too much backlash if ya miss. An' fer yer information, I drink. It just doesn' do shit fer me." She then crosses her arms over her chest in a stubborn manner. She then turns her attention back to Fox as he mentions training. "Oh, yeah. I fergot to mention. I'm Combat Marshal around these parts. It's my say, generally, who makes active combat duty or not. Quicksilver's my lieutenant an' can make similar calls, an' Rogue can override either of us, but we're all usually on th' same page. As fer sand, put in th' request to th' office an' they'll get ya however much ya need."

Attrition gives a small nod. "Got cocky... tried too much and I had my stuff on it when it hit my arm. Didn't cut deep b ut the nurse said it messed up my nerve endings so thats why It got bad. "he says before he nods. "Marrow here is the general capitan when it comes to combat. She is good at it too... dare you to try to fight her sometime." he says with a small chuckle before he takes another swig. "Hmm you drink? Well alright you do. But yeah dosn't do shit for her.."

Fox smirks at Marrow. "Well, then. Look forward to trainin' with ya. Was in the military for a while there" he flicks his dog-tags "So I'm hopin' I won't disappoint." He looks a bit shocked as she mentions Rogue. "Rogue, eh? Not a common name...White lock o' hair? Might of met her already. And...Quicksilver?...Quick...Silver?" He ponders that for a moment. "Erm...You know. Speedy bloke the other day...He had silver eyes...Sound like the same guy?" He frowns slightly, they'd left on good terms. Just probably would have been better off if they'd not already fought, probably. "And as for the amount...Well I can hold a couple tons o' sand...So whatever you think you have room for here..." He smiles over at Attrition. "Well Marrow's right you know. I s'pose if we might be called out at any time, maybe gettin' tanked ain't such a good idea, eh?"

Marrow reaches up with one hand and pinches the bridge of her nose for a moment. "Hugo," she nearly whines in that rasping voice. "Don' tell me I'm gonna need someone to run spot-checks on safety precautions on you non-healers," she mutters, then lowers her hand again. But she doesn't get into a lecture, even if one is trying to brew. Sighin' she adds, "Yeah, I drink. Fat lot of good it does me, though. Bu' it gives me somethin' to spend money on an' make me..." She stops abruptly, then clears her throat, deciding not to continue that thought. Looking to Fox, she nods a bit, "Sounds like ya met my lieutenant /an'/ th' boss-lady alrigh'. An' tons of sand migh' not be appropriate here. Fer tha', I suggest going to th' beach in th' wee hours of th' mornin'. Bu' ask th' office an' they'll tell ya wha' they can arrange."

Attrition gives a nod. "No no... I wont do it again. Just was doing pretty well and I got stupid." he says before he looks to Fox. "I don't get tanked till after I get hurt... pretty much imposible for me not to get hurt training though. Even if all I get is an anoying rash." he says with a nod before he looks over to Marrow. "Hmm well...well yeah we could just grab some at the beach if that works."

Fox listens to Marrow talking and raises an eyebrow. Alcohol doesn't do anything for her? What's the fun in that. He nods when he hears that he has already met the other two she mentioned, and chuckles a bit when she talks about training. "Right, didn't think it would be too feasible to pull in that much into the buildin', but I'll try an' see if I can't get a few crates up here. I can move it meself effortlessly enough." He nods over to Attrition. "Yeah, not too far a walk. Just go out an' collect some at some point, I can." He makes a slightly confused look at the mention of a rash, though. Sounds slightly unappealing.

Nodding a bit, Marrow replies to Hugo in a near-grumble, "Good. If you wanna get hardcore wit' tha' shit, make sure someone's wit' you, so if you knock yerself out, someone can at least drag yer sorry ass up to the infirmary." That doesn't stop her from getting hardcore with her own personal training, but that's apparently different. She glances back to Fox and replies, "One way or another, you will be accommodated. So... do you have any questions, Fox?"

Attrition gives a small smile. "Will make sure you are there next time then.. so it can give you a good laugh when I do." he says with a wink before he looks over to Fox and chuckles. "Don't ask about the rash.. its not as bad as it sounds." he says before he pauses a moment then lifts his shirt which shows his fit stomach that looks like it has been in a fight with some sandpaper.

Fox looks around again as the two discuss training safety, then back at Attrition as he shows him his rash. "Erm...Little aloe might clear that up, mate." He nods. "But yeah, not as bad as I'd pictured." He tilts his head toward Marrow. "Actually, just one question...Mind if I crash here tonight? Kind o' late to be ridin' the ferry back." He glances at the office, doubting anyone to be awake at this hour.

Marrow rolls her eyes a bit at Attrition and mutters, "Righ'. I'll be laughin' an' havin' a hoot when ya break somethin' next time. Sure." She's being sarcastic, obviously. She doesn't react much to the sight of the rash, apparently familiar with the side effects of Hugo's powers. "All powers have down sides," she points out to no one in particular. With a shrug, she adds to Fox, "Of course. There's a directory list of wha' rooms are taken. Pick a room not on tha' list an' you shoul' be safe."

Attrition gives a small smirk. "Me and aloe are good good freinds. And this is light. Still it lets me do some nice nice things.... so I don't complain. I think aside from Marrow and Silver and his sis... and the big man of course, I am neigh unstoable." he says with a cocky grin.

Fox nods and looks back to the office once more. "Sounds good to me. Ill check that out before I kip...Well...Guess Id have ta, really." He grins at Marrow and looks back to Attrition. "Right. I look forward to seein’ you in action. Actually..." He looks back to Marrow quickly. "Are there set trainin’ times? Like...Do I repor’ to the gym at said time, or do you jus call us out, or do I jus' head down there when I'm bored or what?"

"Careful, Hugo," Marrow warns lowly. "Gettin' cocky is how ya hurt yerself. An' none of us are indestructible... even if I can handle more damage than th' rest of you." Looking to Fox again, s he nods, adding, "Righ'. I doubt Rogue woul' welcome a stranger walkin' into her room, fer example, so checkin' tha' list is a good idea. As fer trainin', it's mostly as you feel like it, bu' sometimes we'll schedule stuff. Sometimes, I'll point out if I don' see you in trainin' fer a while. You can train alone, wit' someone else, or one of th' three in charge... wha'ever works."

Attrition gives a small nod before she smirks. "Im just playing capitan.. you know that. I know my weaknesses pretty well and while I can take anybody out.... It would mean another month or so in the infermery..and Im pretty sure that Doctor is hitting on me." he says with a loud laugh. "BUt feal free to train with me any time Fox.. im no soldier but I have been in fights."

"Right-o. I train by meself allot, so expect me to come lookin' one of you up." He grins at Hugo. "Might as well expand my training to include others, eh?" He stretches a bit and stifles a yawn. "I should probably hit the sack, I s'pose. Been a long day." He looks back and forth between the two of them. "Anythin' else I should know before I head to bed?""

Unlike Attrition, Marrow is more of a soldier, though not in the same respect as Fox. She's an urban soldier with a lot of street cred, contacts and fight time. She wouldn't be made combat marshal for nothing. Nodding a bit, the bony one finally smiles, replying, "Important to remember our own weaknesses... so tha' we know how to hide them well." Clearing her throat, she looks back at Fox and replies, "I'll warn, fightin' wit' me...I don' pull my punches much. I suggest watchin' me against a dummy before ya come up against me. Tha's yer one warning." Now she grins a bit. "Bu' tha's all fer another day. I'll let ya go make th' arrangements."

Attrition gives a small smile. "When she beats you.. she beats y ou good." he says with a smile before he nods to her. "Hmm well I do try to hide them best I can. But I should sleep so my arm heals up.. night Fox." he says with a nod. "Night Marrow." and while he raises his hand and it looks like he might contemplate blowing a kiss he shifts the hand into an elaborate looking bow instead.

Fox grins at Marrow. "Will do, then. Don't want to end up too roughed up I s'pose." He gives her a sly look. "Granted, ye'd have ta get to me, firs'." He offers a wave to Attrition. "Night mate." And offers a salute/wave to Marrow. He decides to head for the infirmary first to pick up some painkillers before finding a room.

Giving Attrition a bit of a nod, Marrow replies, "'Night. Good man. You know I'd kick yer ass hard enough to force you to spend th' night in th' infirmary if you didn't go and rest." As he looks like he's about to blow her a kiss, she peers at him in a warning fashion, then shakes her head as he bows. "Men," she mutters, as she offers Fox a bit of a nod. "I'll take tha' as a challenge, Fox. Sleep well. I've got a patrol to do," she rumbles as she begins to stalk toward the door."

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Training Gym - Brotherhood Headquarters - Staten Island

This gym is considerably smaller than the main one. Its floor and the bottom half of its walls are completely covered with blue gym mats that provide protection from painful bumps and bruises. There is a small store room which holds specialized training equipment, but mostly those in training just go in against each other here.

There are also large hooks hanging from the ceiling from which punching bags or tackling dummies can be mounted. Foldable gymnastics equipment can find barely enough room to be set up here, but it is provided nonetheless. On the door there is a timetable grid which residents can use to schedule themselves some time in here, though as is noted on the sign, open slots are available on a first come, first served basis.

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The unmistakable sound of a punching-bag being pummeled can be heard drifting out of the training gym of the Brotherhood basement. Fox is in here, wailing on the bag with intermittent punches and kicks. He is currently wearing black leather pants and black boots, a few parts of the uniform he'd worked on a bit today. He is currently topless, though most of his chest is obscured by bandaging. Laying against one wall is a large wooden crate with Fox's coat draped overtop. He takes a break and wipes the sweat off his brow, stretching his arms out behind him a bit.

Leaning in the doorway, Marrow stands watching for a moment after entering while he pummels the hell out of one of the punching-bags. She's dressed much as she usually does while hanging out in the HQ, in comfortable workout pants and a tank top, both black, though her boots appear to be missing, as are her socks. She came down to work out, apparently, so the boots would just get in the way. With her arms crossing over her chest, she rasps out at him from the door, "Not much keeps you down fer long, does it?"

Fox heaves a breath and quirks up at the voice. He cracks a grin and turns to look at marrow. "Aye there, Marrow. How ya' been?" He does another quick stretch of his arms. "Well, can't be sittin' 'round idle-like. I've got real responsibility now an' I want to be in top form." He nods quickly. "Plus I've been working on a bit of me uniform an' I wanted to make sure it wasn't goin' to hinder me movement." He gestures to the lower half of his body. "And er...Well I got me some real painkillers. Works a hell 'o a lot better than whiskey does."

Smirking, Marrow stalks into the room, her feet not really making much noise unlike her boots, which might explain why she was so quiet coming in. "I wouldn't recommend any sparrin' matches until those ribs are healed up, though," she continues to rasp. "One good blow in th' wrong spot will jus' make it worse an' take longer to heal," she notes. "Bu' glad to see yer not down fer th' count." That's one injured BH boy accounted for. She'll have to check on the other soon. "So you found th' trainin' facilities alright."

Fox smiles and puffs out his chest. "Ah I'll be tip top in no time, I reckon. Prolly another two or three days and I can debandage." He relaxes his pose a bit. He nods in response to her question. "Yup I sure did. Yer directions were easy enough ter follow, and the desk staff was also quite helpful. Got me a pagidy-doo." He points over to his coat, indicating that he has the pager in his coat pocket. "And I got me a room an' managed to move a bit o' stuff in this mornin', so I figure I'm settlin' in quite well."

"Sounds like yer doin' alrigh' over all then," Marrow replies with an approving nod. "Tol' you th' office staff would get you all set up an' sorted." She pauses, then asks, "Found th' cafeteria an' all tha' okay, didja?" she asks, probably assuming if he didn't, he wouldn't exactly be out here working on the punching bag so hard on an empty stomach. "We have another trainin' spot, too. Remind me or one of th' others to show you soon, okay?"

Fox rubs the back of his head. "No, actually.. I stopped at a maccas when I ran out ta get a few things." He shakes his head. "Haven't really explored too much, just kinda passed by the second floor...so if it's there I haven't been yet." He looks around the room. "Well this one's ok for today. Works well enough for a bit o' bag beatin'" He juts a thumb at the punching bag. "But it would be nice to know where the other is. I'll be sure to search around for it later. That one significantly different?"

"Th' cafeteria's on th' firs' floor, actually, bu' wit' getting settled an' all that, I can see why you'd miss it, really. It's a big place," Marrow replies with a bit of a nod. "If you have anythin' specific you like to eat, jus' let th' kitchen staff know an' they migh' try to get it in fer you. Most times, we eat wha's served, but some options can be worked out." Nodding, she continues about the training spaces, "Well, the other space is bigger. It's good fer group stuff or if you jus' want a quieter space. There's more, too. Bu' I'll save that fer th' one who takes you down there." There's another 'down' from the basement?

Fox nods, wondering if they serve vegemite in the Brotherhood headquarters. "Ah, right-o then. They have hours posted there? I sometimes get peckish in the wee hours of the mornin'." He ponders stashing a bit of food up in his room just in case they close early. He perks up a bit when he hears about the other training area, "Down from here? As in...What, it's not in the building? Like...South o' here or somethin'?" He scratches the back of his head a little.

Shaking her head, Marrow rasps, "General feedin' times for hot an' prepared foods are th' usual meal times, bu' between meals, you jus' go in an' help yerself to wha'ever you find in th' fridge an' cupboards." As he asks more about the other training area, she grins a bit, apparently proud of the space that's so well hidden. "No. Underground. As in on th' subway level."

Fox ponders the ability to raid the cupboards with glee. He may need to stock it with delicious yeasty paste, though...Because after thinking about it for a moment, he doubts that anyone in the Brotherhood would willingly eat vegemite. He'd have to prepare them a picnic one of these days. "I'll have ter check that out later." He nods, and upon hearing of the secret underground tunnels he grins widely. "Really now!? Ye'v even got a sub-basement, eh?" He looks around this room, not that he actually expects to see another exit. "I eh...Didn't see another door out there. Probably just overlooked it?"

Despite the fact that Marrow was reduced to eating rats on the street before joining the Brotherhood, it's still not likely she would touch that stuff. Shaking her head, she replies easily, "No. You didn't overlook a door. Or if you did, it's because you didn't know it hid th' entrance, an' even if you went in, you probably wouldn' find it still. It's hidden. Someone will have to show you th' way. Bu' yeah, there are catacombs tha' lead down to an old abandoned station. We've sealed it off, cleared it out an' made it our own. Don' get me wrong, trainin' in th' gym's good an' all... bu' th' catacombs are where I feel most comfortable. It's where I do most of my own trainin', though I've used this space sometimes."

Fox itches his chest. "Ah, that right, eh? I'll deffinately get someone ta show me the way, then. S'pose I should have explored the complex a bit more thoroughly by now, but Im sure I'll 'ave pleanty of time to explore later on." He looks around this gym. "You do your own trainin' there, eh?" He remembers that it had been suggested to him to watch Marrow practice against a dummy before sparring with her, but he figures he probably shouldn't challenge her until he's fully healed up anyway. Though he's confident in his own abilities, he's not going to take any chances with Marrow. "Do ya' have set times or anythin' like that?"

"You've been here less than a day, so... relax," Marrow rasps, holding up a placating hand. With a bit of a nod, she replies, "I mean, I train wherever I feel like it, bu' I do prefer th' catacombs. It's quiet. Usually. Bu' mostly, this place is in pretty good shape. I'd rather not have to start answerin' why there are holes in th' walls. Down there, it doesn't matter." So she's violent? Shaking her head, she adds, "As fer times, nah. Jus' when I want to. Which is a lot. Clears my head, really. I get up, I train, even if it's jus' a quick jog around th' complex. I eat, then I patrol some, or see to it tha' shit's gettin' done around here. Maybe I'll head down after tha' an' train..." One shoulder, which happens to be completely sheathed in bone, while the other isn't, hitches upward, then drops again. "Whenever."

Fox chuckles and nods a bit. "Geeze Marrow, ever thought o' becomin' a drill sergeant? Sounds to me like ya train about as much as me old boot instructor." He looks around the room again, glancing quickly at the wooden crate in the corner. Yeah...Probably a good thing she mentioned the other training room before he scuffed the hell out of this one. He looks back to Marrow and grins. "Gran'ed. Didn't you say yer title was Combat Marshal? Guess that's pretty similar an' all, eh?" He contemplates asking her about how frequently the group sees combat, but he decides he'll wait a little. He'd rather show her what he's capable of before bringing that up.

Smirking, Marrow crosses her arms over her chest again and replies, "Some of th' boys here think I'm a drill sergeant, I'm sure." She then adds, "I guess tha's why, yeah, I'm the combat marshal. Frankly, I have a couple of rules, as combat marshal. If you gotta fight, you do it in a sparrin' match an' in th' appropriate places. I don't tolerate th' team wailin' on each other jus' cuz they can't get along. Time an' place fer everythin'. Two, know yer limits an' communicate those limits wit' whoever yer sparrin' wit'. An' pull yer blows enough tha' they feel it, bu' serious injury an'-or death aren' intended." She didn't say they wouldn't be a risk, but so long as they're not intended. "So yeah, guess tha' I'm similar to a drill sergeant."

Fox laughs. "Yeah, I s'pose killin' yer team-mates might be a bit counter-productive to the cause." He nods in agreement. "But I'm glad ta hear you've got rules like that in place. Ever have anyone break em, yet?" He suddenly thinks of something. "Oh, by the way. I've been thinkin' actually...Yer trainin' equipment is mostly dummies, right? Dont do much as far as movement, eh?" At least, none that he's seen anyway. "You ever want to train up the troops on some moving targets just call me down an' I'm sure I can whip somethin' up...For a bit, anyway."

With a sigh, she nods. "Sadly, yeah. We all have our tempers an' breakin' points. It's easy to get on each other's nerves. Bu' from time to time, a couple of th' members don' always get along or there are personality clashes, so... I had to break a couple of th' guys up a few times, bu'..." She pauses, a troubled expression passing over her face, but it's fleeting. Within seconds, she's composed again. "Bu' one of them left, so... s'not as much of a problem these days." Clearing her throat, she says, "An' I've thrown a punch here or there myself. It happens. Bu' fer th' most part, th' fightin' happens in trainin'." Moving right along, she continues, "Yeah, it's all stationary at this point. Dunno if Rogue was plannin' on gettin' th' office to find some new gadgets fer us or wha'. Bu' wha' help you can give would be great."

Fox listens intently to what Marrow says. He actually meant the question in a fleeting sort of way, not actually expecting there to have been trouble with inter-group fighting. "That's actually eh...Well I suppose it is inevitable to have a few tempers here an' there." He nods. "And um..." He notices Marrow's temporary unease and hesitates for a moment. "Well if that bloke who left was causin' trouble, then it's probably best that he's out o' the picture." He nods again. "This group's too important to waste time scrappin' with ourselves, no?" He gives her a reassuring smile, though she's currently composed. "And I'll hunt down Rogue at some point, then. I mean, I have a little knowledge with mechanics. Don't know what she had planned, but I might be able to help a little. Worse comes to worse I can just construct somethin'." He nods toward his crate.

Marrow shrugs and replies, "Mostly, I jus' don' want to be seein' members puttin' each other in th' infirmary on purpose, if it can be helped. There's enough people outside these walls who will want to do that fer us, an' who have." Pause. "Sometimes, wit' tempers or announces or personality differences, it can't be helped. Th' point is most follow tha' rule most of th' time, so it's mostly alright." As he goes on about the 'bloke' who caused trouble, she clears her throat and looks away from him for a moment, scratching briefly at the bone jutting out of her elbow. "Yeah. Well. Anyway," she says, passing over that topic entirely now. "Anyway, yeah, talk to Rogue about th' mechanics thin'. We could use someone wit' those talents, I'm sure."

Fox he nods, remaining silent for a moment. He wonders if he said something to have troubled Marrow, but she's a strong shiela, he's sure that she'll be ok. He nods again and stretches a bit. "Tha's fer sure." he finally responds to the comment about the enemies of mutant kind. "But you've done a good job so far, me dear. Or...At least so I've read in the newsies." He stretches a bit, rubbing his sore ribs a bit. "An' I'll slip a note under Rogue's door sometime, let 'er know I'm 'round. I haven't actually seen her since I got in, yet."

Marrow nods a little, glancing back at him. "Hm? Yeah. I mean, not wit'out some costs to us, bu' we survived it all," she reassures him with another, more succinct nod. She scratches at her elbow again as he rubs his ribs, perhaps in sympathy or perhaps it's actually bugging her. "Anyway, yeah, let Rogue know yer here. If I see her before you, I'll let her know too. An' like I said, don' push it too much wit' yer injury. Give yerself time to heal." She knows all about healing, apparently. "So... I probably shouldn' keep you from yer workout, really."

Fox stretches a bit. "Yeah, I think I'll another half hour before hittin' the showers. I probably should rest up a bit. Busy day today an' all." He rolls his shoulder a bit. "An' it's sure to be a busy day tomorrow as well." He grins at her again. "Been workin' on me uniform, like I said. Almost done, it is. I think you'll love it." He nods, but says no more. He'll let it be a surprise. Fox glances back to the punching bag and then back to Marrow. "But seriously. If ya need anythin', just come fin' me, right? I took room 311 upstairs if ya need ta leave me a note 'er whatever."

"Good, good," Marrow replies. "It's good to see yer so gung-ho about this. I can see I made th' right decision tellin' you about us," she adds with just the tiniest amount of a smile. "Well, good. I look forward to seein' it." There's no reciprocal explanation of her own uniform, nor if she even has one. Instead, she starts to move toward the door. "Likewise. I can usually be found around. You'll figure out my hidin' spots like everyone else sooner or later."

Fox stretches a little as she departs, grinning. "I'm also glad ya told me, Marrow. Kind o' the thing I was lookin' for when I left Oz, ya know?" He turns back to the punching bag and winds up a kick. "I'll be sure ta watch for ya. I'm sure ya know all the best places around here." He flashes a grin in her general direction before turning back to his target and delivering a swift kick to mid-way up the bag.

Marrow watches him a moment before nodding at him, though he likely can't see it since he's already kicking the bag. "Sure thing. Anyway... don' be shy in the cafeteria, remember," she points out, then turns toward the door without another word. She pauses briefly, looking back at him, then heads out toward the hallway and presumably off to a patrol.

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