Koishi Komeiji

"No, no, it's not 'that thing', it's Koishi!" The youkai replied, cheerfully oblivious to any insult being called a thing would be. She blinked between the two blond heroes. War? What was that? Were the fairies picking fights with eachother again? They were such funny danmaku matches. She would occasionally come across them and find herself unconsciously watching them.

The female blonde then approached her with a stern expression, telling her this was no place for young girls. Koishi looked around. Lots of people, shops, and other places but nothing that seemed especially dangerous. "Shopping districts aren't for young girls?" With a tilt of her head, she questioned the other girl, "Then we should get the little Scarlet out of here~"

The satori then proceeded to cup her hands over her eyes. Now, where was that tiny shut-in. It seemed that Koishi had completely forgotten where she had last seen the girl.

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Chamo Rosso

The young saint attempted to make her way through the throng of people. Such huge crowds and big strange buildings, all the flashing lights and chatter were giving her a major headache. She could silence it all, get rid of it one fell swoop. All she had to do was stick that foxtail into her throat. However, a voice in the back of mind, a voice that sound distinctly like Adlet (or maybe Hans?) was telling her to actually be patient.

With a scowl, she continued to walk through the crowd instead doing what she actually wanted. She wasn't actually paying much attention where she was walking. So, it wasn't much of a surprise when she ended up bumping into a red haired boy in glasses.

"Hey, watch where you're going! You almost made Chamo fall," The green clad girl demanded as if it was Negi's fault and not her own.