“You’re just going to, what, wait over here…? Really, [fire-child]? You would avoid the… Ah… Group of them?” Asked a tall woman, draped in ancient looking armor. It reminded the more modern-dressed, punk-styled girl of a resistance fighter. From ancient Egypt!

“Yes. Yes I would! They’re fuh— I mean— Look I don’t know WHATS happening down there and I do NOT want in. Not yet. Not right now, okay?” Replied Tomoyo.

The spirit sighed, standing next to Tomoyo in silence for a long, long moment… Before smirking.
They were standing under the drizzle some non-insignificant distance away. Apparently, her charge enjoyed the feeling of water on her skin.
Rain was… Not necessarily new, but nice and interesting nonetheless.

She stepped forward, then, looking directly in ‘TomTom’s eyes as she spoke again. “I am Usai. We have known eachother very, very briefly… But I believe we need more than eachother to survive.”

And to that, Tomoyo panicked, as so named ‘Usai’ vanished from sight. She shuffled in place, gasping at the sight. “Hey! What the crap?!” She hissed, desperately looking about.
She was not prepared for Usai to reappear bedside the Viking boy and his companion. Unseen by them, not to Tomoyo’s knowledge.

She was further unprepared when ‘Usai’ simply smiled. Usai clapped, before ‘speaking’ calmly and yet somehow with a fire that was eager to leap out. Tomoyo couldn’t hear what Usai said, but her face was rapidly burning up.
This was embarrassing!

Usai turned, glancing directly at Tomoyo. “ I apologize for, ah, interrupting. My charge is… Very shy.” She whispered, to absolutely no one in particular.

Diarmi seemed giddy, hissing out a small 'yes!' after they'd high-fived. Agmundr meanwhile seemed to share some of Mina's dispproval, but it was more concern than distaste written in his features. He floated a bit closer to her and her spirit, and offered both a careful nod.

"I trust you will help me keep him safe?"

"What? I'm - ow." Diarmi paused, looking at his foot and pulling the sliver of cracked road from where it had managed to lodge itself, horizontally. "Bad timing. I'll be fine. We'll all be fine, I bet." Not that he had much to bet, but he doubted she was like Loris.

"I trust you will help me keep him safe," Agmundr repeated. "And I shall act to help keep you safe as well. I will not witness another child falling in battle." His tone was level, betraying none of the concern still visible on his face.

"Um." Diarmi bit his lip. Yeah, he had mentioned something like that before, hadn't he? The very moment they met, even. He still hardly counted himself, or either of the two he'd witnessed, as a child, but Agmundr did seem older, had probably survived longer than either of them had been lived for. How much longer anyways? That was probably a sensitive question, but Diarmi's filter never was the best. "How old were you when you died?"

To his surprise, while Agmundr did not seem interested in answering, it didn't feel as awkward as he was sure it should've (Filter: broken. Hindsight: 20/20). Diarmi hummed. "Gotcha, moving on." He hefted up the katana and necklace. "So, lifted these off that guy - I'm like 90% at least one of them's magical, but I can't tell for sure." (And his timing made it seem like he was in conversation with Usai as well.) "I don't suppose you can tell? Maybe bear-paw girl's more magic-magic? Being able to transform and stuff-" He nearly dropped the items.

"We gotta still catch up with bear-paw girl!" Agmundr seemed to see where this was going, moving forward. "Let me get a headstart before you flash-step?" Diarmi pointed fingerguns towards the knightly girl. "See you over there!" With that, he ran around the corner and down the road towards the witch and the other fighters.