Not According to Plan

[Alvin the Treacherous]

(ooc: December 15, taking place directly after the events of Feels Like Old Times. Open to all assassins, but I would like it if Eris showed up so Alvin can relay his failure to her.)

It would be foolish to assume that Alvin hadn't had difficulty getting back to headquarters. His burns had hindered his movement more than he would have liked, and adding that pain to the pain he was already in from the axe wounds he had suffered didn't do much to prove he was in any sort of good condition. No, Alvin wasn't dying. That would be much too easy if Astrid had actually succeeded in killing him. He was in pain, yes, but nowhere near dying. He was, as some people might have said, as tenacious as a cockroach. It was almost like nothing could kill him, even though he knew he wasn't invincible. Alvin had just gotten lucky very frequently. It wouldn't happen every time he ended up in a fight. Alvin knew that.

Thinking back to the situation at hand, Alvin didn't exactly know how he felt about what had happened in the slums. On the one hand, he was confused by what had been revealed to him. He hadn't thought it possible that there could be two Hiccups running around. What did that mean for him? Was there a second Alvin out there somewhere causing trouble for the Hiccup that Alvin thought Hiccup was? On the other hand, the outcast Viking was angry at himself. He had failed to kill Hiccup as swiftly as he should have. Instead of dealing with him swiftly, he had let the boy linger with a nasty, deep slash wound. Knowing Alvin's luck, though, Hiccup would pull through. How irritating.

As much as Alvin wanted to go straight to Eris' office, he found he couldn't go another step further. He brought his hand to his side, trying to stop the bleeding caused by Astrid's axe head, before leaning back against the nearest wall and closing his single eye as he took in the pain. Painful expression turned to a nasty scowl. He was going to make Astrid regret messing with him. Toothless, too. It didn't matter if this Hiccup was 'his' or not. Alvin was determined to kill the redhead. But, at that current moment, Alvin couldn't exactly go about doing that much. What mattered was relaying his failure. As much as Alvin hated to acknowledge it, he had failed to bring down three agents. If Toothless even counted as an agent, that is.

"Well, that didn't exactly go according to plan." Alvin finally said, unclenching his teeth at last and moving his hand away from his side as he finished speaking. He didn't move from his spot against the wall, though. No, Alvin decided to stay put in that hallway until he determined he could do otherwise. It wouldn't be long before someone stumbled upon him. Then the questioning would begin.

[Eris]

"No, no it didn't. I don't suppose you have anything to show your efforts?" Eris hissed as she slid from the covers of shadows, her hair and smoke whipping around in a rather angry fashion. She was going to give the recruit Hel for this. Literally, it would be fun to mess with Norse religion a bit. She could surely pass for the goddess, no? "You went out, and now your back... with nothing." Eris glided over to stand to the side of the viking, anger rising. She had nothing on the Agents, and the agents were riding her, more forces, and she had a feeling they had an eye on her. It just wouldn't fly. Poor Alvin, now caught in the cross fires would receive the wrath of a very, angry, irritated goddess.

"But don't worry, Humpdy dumpdy has to be broken before he gets back together again." Of course, Humpdy dumpdy never did get put back together again. That was the moral of the little phrase: Don't cross me, or you'll end up losing more than you've got. She presumed.

Alvin was already missing limbs, she still needed him, at least he had a drive to be on her side. Of course she needed that, she needed to dangle the bone before the dog to keep him running. If he he got that bone, well, he'd be satisfied. Loyalty wasn't common among her crew, but she didn't need it. She needed control. If she got loyalty, good, power was what she wanted. Eris leaned over to view Alvin better.

It seemed he was getting taller... or well actually Eris was getting taller. She was turning into a larger sized Eris, ready to show her likeness on Syracuse temple walls, it normally worked as numerous imitations. Webbed wings with clawed ends for arms, small pupils, and an angry Eris usually did the trick. She gave a low hiss/groan, as she let some anger bubble to the surface for a bit.

"You know Alvin, I don't like to be disappointed. I don't like failures either. Your not one of those kinds of assassins are you? " she cooed, menace clear in her eyes. The viking was caught in the middle of a stressful day of Eris's, what was wrong with letting off a little bit of steam hmm?

((sorry for the crappy post >.<))

[Alvin the Treacherous]

Oh, this definitely wasn't going according to plan. He hadn't thought that Eris would just waltz out into the open and come across him that quickly. There she was, though, in all her glory belittling him for his failure. Alvin cringed visibly, both from pain and from the words she had sent his way, and tried to think of how best to explain himself. He had failed to kill an agent. Three agents, really. That obviously didn't look good on his part when he had worked so hard to prove himself a loyal assassin.

"I... can explain." Alvin began, wincing just a tiny bit as he straightened himself out a bit more at met Eris' gaze. "I could have had the boy taken care of right then and there. I'd... been trailing him through the slums since I took notice of him. There was just... a snag in my plans." Alvin explained. He had been expecting this Hiccup to be something like the Hiccup he knew. His expectations had been too high, and instead he had been forced to fight a rough and tumble female Viking and what was meant to be Toothless. He still didn't buy that completely.

"I wasn't expecting Hiccup to be followed. I thought it would be just him when I saw him wandering around the slums like a lost pup." Alvin spat. He hadn't even seen what Hiccup was there for. For all he knew the boy had just gotten lost in the slums on some stupid errand. But that couldn't have been it. Alvin hadn't seen any sort of package or anything that the agency leader would have wanted a useless, scrawny Viking to retrieve. It boggled his mind. What was Hiccup doing there? Moving his bloodstained hand away from his side, Alvin clenched his fist and looked away from Eris. He really must have made himself look bad. This kind of failure he would not tolerate from himself again.

"He was trailed by a girl and a dragon. If it had just been Hiccup I wouldn't have had a problem. I'd have killed him and gone on my merry way. Those two... well, the situation has proven to be a lot more difficult than I thought it would." he said. Alvin did have to smirk just a little, though. He had at least succeeded in injuring Hiccup. However, he knew failure was not to be tolerated. He could only imagine what would happen to him as a result of failing so.

"I assure you, this sort of failure will not happen again my lady."

[Proteus]

Proteus listened to the explination with little interest. Though hearing about the dragon came as a bit of a shock. He had seen the things Eris had come up with and it was not exactly a happy day after meeting one of those creatures. The brunette felt chills up his spine as he approached. "Even if it could happen again, it won't." he replied. "Against a team of skilled assassins, one dragon and a skinny red head won't win."