Room for Improvement

[stormy]

(ooc: Set two days after When You're Evil. Open to all assasins. Training thread for them. I don't know if there was a magic reality chamber in Cloud Tower but since they never said they didn't have one I'm going to assume they did.)

Icy and Stormy walked in seeing the area.

"It's like the magic reality chamber back at Cloud Tower. I can remember trying to pass those exams while Griffin and the others made it so tough but we passed and surprised them all. Seeing the looks on their faces was priceless. Especially later after we sent them all to the dungeon once we had the dragonfire." said Stormy.

They both laughed as Icy nodded.

"Yes. But this time we won't be trying to impress some second rate professors. We have to make ourselves stronger and then take the dragonfire power back. I'm not going to let a bunch of pixies stop us from achieving our goal. Especially after we were so close." said Icy.

Stormy nodded also ready for some payback against the fairies.

"So what kind of training do you think we have here?" asked Stormy.

"We'll find out when the others show up. I'm not sure if Eris or Maleficent will be in charge of training but I hope someone shows up soon. I hate being kept waiting." said Icy.

[Alvin the Treacherous]

Alvin was the next to arrive in the training room with the Stormblade fixed firmly in place of his hook and a curious look in his single eye. He had never been in any sort of room like this before, and so he found himself astonished by what he was seeing. It was unlike any sort of Viking room he had ever seen. Even the Romans couldn't really compare to this with their extravagant coliseum. Alvin had to hold back a whistle of admiration. Whatever time period he was in at that point, he was impressed. "Hello, ladies. Fine day for training, wouldn't you say?" Alvin asked before coming to a stop not far from Stormy and Icy. He did silently admit that his side still hurt from being stabbed by Riven, but the wound wasn't deep. He was convinced it would heal soon enough.

"I must say, I've never seen anything quite like this before. What are we supposed to be doing here?" Alvin asked. He was expecting someone to show up momentarily to give them instructions, but it appeared as though that might not be the case. He supposed it would be best to jut roll with whatever happened. In the end it wouldn't matter. It was just training, after all, and Alvin felt he could use just a bit more practice before even considering taking on Hiccup.

[Dan]

"Let's think about that. It's a training room. Whatever could we be doing? Oh yeah, that's right. Train." Obviously, the dark haired assassin was not in a pleasant mood. Shego was that dark haired woman who had spoken. Maybe it was a result of not having to file her nails, or not having a magazine to read. Maybe it was just pure wreckless anger, or a usual Shego attitude. Most likely, a usual Shego attitude. She walked into the training room just in time to hear Alvin's question.

It was a window of mocking opportunity that she had taken. Her ebony lips stayed in a straight line, her emerald eyes narrowing at Alvin. "Besides, what's up with... the whole get-up?" She gestured her hand towards Alvin, indicating that she was taking about his appearance. "You know, nevermind, I'm not going to ask much more about that entire situation. If an instructor isn't coming soon, I'd assume we're beating each other until either death or serious injuries. Probably serious injuries."

Right after Shego came in came another dark haired, green eyed assassin. Unfortunately, one that was probably even more bothersome than the last who had walked in. Maybe it was a pattern, that each person who walked in would have a greater amount of obnoxiousness. Probably not, considering Dan had jerk on him. Literally. In bold letters spelled 'JERK' on his black shirt. An enraged expression crossed his face as he groaned.

"How many girls are here?" he growled. Luckily, there was Alvin there to make Dan feel like he wasn't as outnumbered, but still. The short man wasn't pleased. At all. He'd probably take out his anger on some little kid by the end of the day, and it was probably best not to make his thoughts on that vocal. He'd probably do that anyways.

[Alvin the Treacherous]

"I suppose you have a better suggestion for what one should wear when one's essentially been mutilated by their arch nemesis?" Alvin asked ruefully. He wasn't incredibly keen on the idea of showing off his baldness or strutting about as if he owned the place. In the old days, when it was just his hook hand that had been missing, he wouldn't have minded at all. As it was... that simply wasn't going to happen. Frankly, Alvin thought Shego's outfit was a bit more outlandish than his own. "Oh, never mind. It's not as if I'm fishing for compliments." he stated. Though her first remark, admittedly, was deserved. He'd been stupid to ask. Alvin just had never found himself in an actual training room such as this before. Not even the Romans had anything like it.

When Dan arrived, though, Alvin visibly relaxed. At least there was one other male in the vicinity. It meant he wouldn't be outnumbered. Not that Alvin was particularly afraid of being outnumbered by women. He just didn't like that idea all that much. "Oh, just the usual number I suppose. What are we to expect when the place is run by women?" Alvin asked with a little shrug. He wasn't stupid. Alvin realized Eris' second-in-command was a woman. Gothel by name. Mysterious in nature. She had yet to show her face.

"I suppose we'd be better off sticking together. I don't think those three would be too keen on training with us." Alvin murmured. Not entirely true, probably, but Alvin wasn't exactly keen on the idea of training with Shego at that moment in time. She'd irritated him for the moment. That might change at some point, but for the time being Alvin was annoyed.

[Proteus]

Proteus walked in and decided not to interrupt the conversation going on. If anything he had been hoping for some training time alone but now that people were here that didn't seem possible. "Good afternoon ladies." he said to the four ladies in the room. "Gentleman." he replied to Alvin