'They are one weird group. Possibly weirder than the spirits in them.' It appeared that he recognized the spirits.
Shut up, Kiba! I'd rather join them than talk to you for long.
'Don't deny it, you know you love me.'
Presea slowly approached the group, though still mentally fighting with the other resident in her, oblivious to their current dilemma. All she knew was that they had some sort of spirit in them, prior to what Mr. Obnoxious said. She kept her hands on her side, being extra careful not accidentally blow up any of them.
"Hey, you guys," She started, unable to continue. What would she say? Oh, I'm sorry, but I can't help overhearing that you have some sort of spirit thingy. I have one, too! Pfft. Right.
"Do you know what an 'Oblivion' thingy is?"