Tanaka was quiet--he still was trying to process some of what he was seeing in this group. It was getting hard to keep his expression looking neutral in the midst of them all; his hometown always found special ways of surprising him in the physical sense, but the spirits of these people were honestly a bit boggling.

The boy's was dimmed for the moment, but the cheerleader could see it had the potential of an inferno behind it. The man with sunglasses' soul was scattered and sputtering, on the brink of puffing out--Tanaka vaguely recalled the desperate ghost from six years ago. And even amongst the more average spirits, the vast majority of them were strong, bright. This was an impressive crew. Perhaps this city had an affinity for bringing such people in. The talking animal hardly registered, in comparison.

They were true oddities, but the main event was the skeleton who spoke without speaking, for the precise opposite reason. He had no visible spirit; he was nothing. Tanaka often catch himself staring. He could have gotten over the complete lack of skin or proper voice, but a complete lack of soul? It was just... well, he simply didn't know what to make of it. He supposed he couldn't cheer that one on very well, at least.