Wyll sat down with a sigh. The morning had certainly been eventful. Karlach had nearly set someone on fire, and Astarion had threatened to bite someone else. At this rate, at least half the school would be trying to stake him in the heart. "Hey." someone said, moving in front of him. Wyll looked up. The speaker grinned at him. "Hello, Ozzie," Wyll said pleasantly. "I was wondering if you'd want to team up with me on something. Or rather, someone." The devil said. Blitzø, standing next to the sin, nodded, shooting a dark look at someone on the other side of the cafeteria. Wyll frowned. "What exactly do you mean by that?" He said. "Think about it for a minute," Blitzø said. Team up on someone? Sounded almost like bullying. Or, knowing Ozzie and Blitzø, murder. "You know what?" Ozzie said, sounding like he'd reconsidered who exactly he'd just asked to help him murder someone. "Never mind." "If you say so," Wyll said.
"What are you doing!?" Blitzø hissed to Ozzie as they walked away. "Do you have any idea how useful he could be?" "Think about it. He'd snitch if we did anything. Besides, I think he's friends with that twink." Ozzie said. Anyway, the guy's fake eye always creeped him out. It was like someone else was looking out of it. He scanned the cafeteria. Who would help them? Who wouldn't be opposed to murder? His eyes settled on Shadowheart. He paused, thinking. Blitzø followed his gaze. "Oh no, not her." He said. Ozzie ignored him and strode towards the half-elf.
Shadowheart didn't even look up when they approached. "Hello, Jenevelle," Blitzø said. Shadowheart flipped him off. "Go away, Blitzo." She said, "The O is silent, and you know it!" Blitzø yelled. "And my name isn't Jenevelle." Shadowheart said. "That's what you're called on the attendance," Blitzø said smugly. "Stop it," Ozzie growled to the imp. He turned to Shadowheart. "We were wondering if you'd like to help us get someone out of our way." Shadowheart raised an eyebrow. "That entirely depends on who." She said. "I wouldn't want to kill someone I like." "So who are your friends, then?" Blitzø asked. Ozzie frowned, thinking. There was a chance that she was also friendly with the vampire. He'd seen them talking earlier. "Well," he said, "pray for our success or something." He steered Blitzø away from the half-elf. "As if," Shadowheart grumbled as they fled the scene.
Wyll looked around the cafeteria. There was Astarion, flirting with Fizz. The poor boy looked completely confused. Asmodeus and Blitzø were walking around, trying to get more people on their side. Will Suppressed a grin when they walked over to Gale. They'd never get him to be of any use.
Gale gave a horrified look to Ozzie. "Are you trying to kill someone!?" Ozzie rolled his eyes. "What, you got a problem with murder?" He growled, leaning closer to the wizard. "W-well, it's not right." Gale stammered, getting nervous. "And if it was, say, for revenge?" Ozzie suggested, raising his eyebrows. Gale put a hand on his chin, pondering. The sound of the bell startled him out of his thoughts. "Think about it," Ozzie said, turning away.
