Soonue's second-guessing went unacknowledged by the oldest pair, for already they'd passed out of parlour to Death's chamber where the group ended up.  Plus, some sort of anguished bellowing from the end of the adjoining corridor drowned out her words, and those of Ari following them.  Dahlia and Virgil were halfway through the next hall by the time the latter became aware of another set of footsteps behind him.  Looking back over his shoulder, the one-eyed weapon flashed Winston and Edge a look of gratitude.  After tapping his meister on the shoulder, Virgil waited with her for the two to catch up before silently progressing to the spot where Sulley and Corvus waited.  The sudden outburst from Corvus caused Dahlia to jump a little, and she wondered if the short-tempered boy's earlier retreat merely constituted a ruse to draw her partner and her out into the open.  

With Winston and Edge doubtlessly a bit shell-shocked by Corvus' shout and accusation, Virgil stepped in to answer the more mild-mannered Sulley's inquiry.  [color=80461B]“They're coming.  Must have been a party last night or something; a bunch of 'em seem like they don't want any action at all.  I mean, each of us teams are forces to be reckoned with, but even four teams should be enough to wipe out some cult, right?”[/color]  He turned a magenta eye on Ethan, now approaching with his contemplative bunny friend.  For the umpteenth time, Virgil wondered about that rabbit.  Not only did it look more like a lop-eared fox, but no rabbit Virgil knew could say its own name.  How bizarre!

By now, Dahlia recovered.  Not wanting to risk the group of teams merely shifting places, she filtered through the gang of boys to the doorway at the corridor's end.  [color=800080]”There, four teams, just like you said, Virgil.  Let's get going before I fall asleep.”[/color]  She span on her heels and sauntered away, and after nodding his head in agreement her partner followed.

On the way out, he took a quick detail to the front desk.  [color=80461B]”There's murderin' to be had,”[/color] he told the secretary cheerfully.  [color=80461B]”Shotgun, please.”[/color]  Gingerly, as if it would explode any second, the staff member opened a drawer and pulled out a [url=http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/4/44/Sawed-offHawksemi.jpg/400px-Sawed-offHawksemi.jpg]semi-automatic shotgun[/url], which Virgil accepted with eager hands.  After putting away the weapon in his backpack's designated slot, he accepted his magazines from the clerk as well, and once he rejoined Dahlia he forked them over to her.  Now ready to rock, they exited Death Weapon Meister Academy and stood just outside, taking a moment to look at the sun, which leered at them as it mockingly laughed from the sky.