While waiting for a response to what amounted to challenges, and hoping despite his previous win that a fight wouldn't erupt, Virgil took a quick look around.  All eyes lay on him, Minami, Corvus, and Sulley, particularly those of Claus.  The red-haired kid sported a look of inordinate criticism, though it didn't keep him from watching intently, no doubt anticipating some sort of action.  Unfortunately, Virgil couldn't really blame him, as insufferable as Claus' ego was at times.  When around Corvus, one always expected some sort of violent confrontation.  Few here had yet to personally encounter his temper and strength for one reason or another.  

His partner, meanwhile, seemed eager not just to see a fight, but to leap right in.  In fact, Claus seemed to be restraining her for a moment, before she leaned back at least.  Virgil's eyes lingered just a second longer than necessary on the girl; the haughtiness that irked him in Claus struck him as more warranted in Lena's case.  After all, her weapon form served as a perfect soil to his.  While he became a more or less normal shield, little miss badass could morph into a huge chainsaw whose very sight filled Virgil with hype.  Of course, he mixed that admiration with disdain, but all in all he knew he wouldn't mind getting to know Lena better.  

Both would be disappointed, however, when Corvus backed down to converse with his partner, leaving Virgil and Minami vindicated.  Though pleased that he'd come out on top over the school bully again, Virgil said nothing, and merely stepped back to wait against the wall for the group to start moving.  Though any mention of a definitive 'start' evidently slipped Death's memory during the mission assignment, Virgil nevertheless suspected that the eight teams should head out into Death City pretty soon.  When it came, Corvus' parting shot earning nothing more than a slightly quickening of the breath from Virgil's nose, perhaps the shadow of a snort of laughter.  To Sully, though, he whipped up a proper response.  [color=80461B]”No worries.  Even a jerk has my respect if he gets results.  We'll work alongside you best we can, right, Doll?”[/color]

His meister partner shot him a look for using that silly nickname again before she offered Corvus a smile, though with less than perfect sincerity.  [color=800080]”Sure thing.  We'll wind you two up, point you toward the baddies, and let you go.  Can't have a mishap when being a pain is the point, right?”[/color]

A moment later, Sulley left, and Dahlia's attention shifted toward the youngest and smallest meister-weapon team among those selected: Joni and Fionn.  The latter, in Dahlia's eyes at least, appeared to be very nervous.  Struck by pity for the white-haired meister, Dahlia took a few steps over and looked down at the shorter girl with a visage of concern.  [color=800080]”Not getting nervous for the first minute, are we?  You wouldn't be picked if Death didn't think you deserved it.[/color]