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[Yuuki Honda]

Investigating this extra-hour thing was on his to-do list for tonight, as well as practicing a little bit with the 'Persona' do-thinger that he possesses within himself. The weird black things, he knew, were able to be killed by whatever powers the Persona had. He also remembered that hitting them with the shinai that he carried over his shoulder looked like it hurt them a bit too. Maybe he stood a chance of surviving by himself? Unlikely, now that he considered that becoming overwhelmed was a possibility.

But, he felt as though he shouldn't be concerned about that any more... actually, was he even concerned at all for the risks?

Yuuki noticed a few literal shadows, humanoid ones at that, close in on him from behind. The eyes behind his spectacles lowered as they grew in size, correlating to their distance from him. These same eyes closed themselves, and he sighed in relief; given that the coffins matched where other people would have been standing the very minute before, there has got to be something special about people who were able to roam around during this hour-long, nightly Hunt.

The once professional pianist now night time paranormal activity hunter guy stood a little more than a few feet away from the doorway, turning his head behind him to see who had come to either assault him, coerce him into dying in the darkness (he wouldn't mind), or, god forbid, help him slaughter things. Mustering the effort to put on his happy face, he gave them a kindly sliver of a smile and tapped his shoulder once with the stolen shinai.

"It's a wonderful night for a flashlight tour, isn't it? Who knows what sort of specters or goblins or poltergeists we'll be seeing further down, hm?"

Immediately after he spoke, the seemingly kind young man pushed up his glasses with his currently numb right hand, gave whom he had addressed a nod, turned around, and stepped further into the museum. If they followed him, that's great; one more day to be alive. If not... meh.

[Lucretia Odovacar]

Lucretia had only been in the museum once so far.  Normally it wasn't the kind of place she'd visit this often (art was not her forte), but this was the area with the weakest creatures.  It just made sense to start here.  Today, she was taking notes on all the paintings here so she could look them up later.  Perhaps there was a connection between the paintings and the creatures that were nearby?  It was times like this that she cursed that machines didn't work during this hour.  Not being able to use her glasses computer to take notes, and having to use an actual pen and paper instead, was very annoying.

She walked casually as always.  There wasn't any need for her to slink about or hide as she knew the exact location of every monster here.  Sadly, she was not able to see humans she hadn't scanned yet, so she did have to pay a little bit of attention.  There were definitely footsteps coming from around the corner, but there wasn't a creature in that location just yet.  There were some coming from further down the hallway, but these footsteps didn't sound like they were that far away.  As she got closer, she heard a human voice.  All the humans she ran into so far had been friendly, so she hoped this one would be no different.  Lucretia couldn't really understand what he was saying though.  He was trying to sound way too fancy, so much of his meaning went over her head.

"You do not know what is here?" she rounded the corner with a raised eyebrow.  "Then you should find a safer place.  It is not a good idea to go here if you are not ready."

Her accent was as thick as always; it was very clear that Japanese was not her first language.  Sadly, she was probably not going to be able to get both of them away from the incoming shadows, and her persona was not exactly built for combat  She would have to get creative, and while the prospect should scare her a little, it was actually a little exciting.

[Akira Nakajima]

Akira wasn't one to frequent the museum when it was a safe place, much less when it was a nest for those creatures. However, after conversing with Luka during their little trip down Fairy Tale Lane, he decided it would be a good idea to step outside of his figurative comfort zone again. Ikebukuro was a danger zone. Sunshine City was much the same, though to a lesser degree. The museum, though safe, was a pain to get to or from during that midnight hour, and lurking around it was, ultimately, suspicious. Honestly speaking, wasn't there a better place for those things to congregate? Still, it was where he met Takeda. In a way, that made him consider the place a lucky location. Perhaps he'd get lucky a second time? As the world morphed, the boy was slowly situating his spear, ensuring that the components had properly locked together. Having his sole means of offense coming apart when the going was getting rough would have been especially bad.

The boy summoned his Persona and mounted the steed before heading up the fire escape that Takeda had used before. Getting inside was easy. While he opted for stealth in the corrupted park, he didn't care too much to bother in the museum. Frankly, it would have inhibited his movement to do so. For that reason, Hayagriva's trotting echoed into the darkness, the sound of hoof on tile a clear and distinct sign of presence. At first, the boy didn't notice anything. It wasn't until distant sounds- perhaps words- reached his ears that he stopped and listened. Whether it was an auditory hallucination or legitimate was uncertain. However, he didn't feel as though it'd be dangerous to check it out. Call it bullshit, but he was pretty sure of his hunches. Redirecting his ride, he began to press on towards the source of the sounds, keeping his spear leveled towards the ground. Though at ease, he was perfectly ready to fight, should it have been more of those things.

[Satanick]

Here comes the sun. Or not.

Brown Sigil
Resist: Wind
Weak: Elec
Skills: Media, Swift Strike, Auto-Rakukaja

Decrepit Table
Resist: Slash
Weak: Fire
Skills: Gale Slash, Bufu

Old Magus
Resist: Fire
Weak: Ice
Skills: Maragi, Matarukaja

Volatile Book
Resist: Elec
Weak: Wind
Skills: Mazio, Assault Dive, Masukukaja

[Lucretia Odovacar]

Looked like there wasn't going to be any time for talking as usual.  Normally, Lucretia would have slunk back around the corner, but if he was this confused she probably couldn't rely on this person.  Her options were either to run and hope the creatures would be distracted enough to ignore her, or take a more offensive position than she was used to and risk injury.  It was a difficult choice at first, but a large part of her really wanted to see what she could do.  Sadly, a quick scan revealed that she wouldn't be able to do anything in particular to these enemies, however there was one that would be unlikely to hurt her too badly.  Seriously, she could probably stick a fork in an electrical socket and not feel it, and while she didn't know its skills, in her experience these creatures often had skills that were similar to their resistances. 

"Use electricity, fire, ice, wind, if you can.  Do not use wind, slash, fire, electricity."  She pointed out the creatures she was referring to as always, but this time was rushing forward instead of running away.

Lucretia reached into her pockets to see what she left there this time.  Some old jelly beans that should have been thrown out awhile ago, some pens, a few sticks of memory, and some dental floss.  She really needed to come more prepared on these outings.  Though, she wasn't sure how much it would matter.  She had no idea how to fight or how to use any actual weapons.  Even if she brought something a little more pointy with her would it really matter in the end?  It would probably take years of training to be able to use any of that effectively, and she didn't have that kind of time.

Regardless, this is what she had, and future preparations didn't matter right in this moment.  She could think about them later.  When she was reflecting upon what came of this battle.  For now, she started the fight by throwing the entire bag of jellybeans onto the lights in the room.  The upside of museum lighting was that there were always some low-hanging lights to properly light the art, that could be useful for situations like this.  She followed up by tying a large string of floss around some of the memory.  Memory was very hard and fairly pointy, so it would make a decent enough weapon.  She used this new tool to first, hit the book in...the closest thing it had to a face, and then to maneuver the tool in such away that the floss would wrap around it, keeping it in place.  The attack didn't do quite as much as she expected, but it was a start.

Much to her irritation, this didn't stop the creature from attacking, but even worse than that it looked like all these creatures could attack everyone at once.  Her heroic actions weren't even doing that much to defend the other people in this case.  As expected, the electric attack did next to nothing, but the others had fire and a powerful blade.  To make matters even more annoying (because it was somehow possible) one of the creatures healed most of the damage she caused to the one.  Her expression didn't change much, but her scowl on the inside was much stronger.  She couldn't focus just on this one.

Lucretia knew she lacked the physical strength to throw these things around, especially with something as brittle as floss.  Instead, she tugged on the floss, and used it to propel herself towards the book.  As expected, her weak pull wasn't enough to move the book, so she went flying towards it much faster than she would be able to running, and landed a flying kick into the book's face.  The healer was still going to be a problem though.  With one hand, she quickly made another lasso tool, but this time threw it over one of the lights to hopefully give her a bit more leverage.  It would be difficult to get it to get it to lasso around the enemy, but if she threw a couple of pens at just the right time and the right angle it might be just enough to get around the enemy.  She timed her shots carefully, and just barely managed to get the result she wanted.  She was certain that with only normal human abilities she would never be able to pull off a stunt like this, but her persona also enhanced her vision, analytic skills and sense of timing far beyond what humans were capable of, much like it did her strength and stamina.  With a sudden tug, she was able to bring the healer creature towards her, forcing it through the lights and through all the jelly beans she placed earlier.  Before jumping out of the way, she threw a couple more pens at the light bulbs, causing the area to be flooded with broken glass and jelly beans.  With one more swift tug, she was able to ram the healer creature into the book, causing it to evaporate in a puff of smoke.

That was one down.  She wasn't quite able to finish off the book, but with a bit more effort she could probably handle it if no one else could.

Of course, once it was safe again, both these humans would be getting scanned as well.  There was no reason not to.

[Yuuki Honda]

Yuuki tapped the tip of the Shinai on the ground twice, unaware of the dangers in front of him. However, his blatant disregard for the potential diversity of the creatures that existed during the extra hour was kind of justified; this was the first time he had actually sought out these beings in order to investigate/exterminate them. The voice of the girl who had popped out of the darkness to meet him sounded... strange? It was obscured by a slight accent, meaning that she probably wasn't a foreign speaker. She was awake, walking around just as he was. Are foreigners exempt from the effects of the extra hour? Then, what of himself?

That probably wasn't it; he was born here, yet traipsing around was exactly what he was doing right now.

"I don't know what's here, but there's no reason to be scared if I have the capability to fight it." Just like that, ta-dah: behold, a table, a couple of wizard-y looking things, and... what the hell is that? He was taken aback a bit at the diversity of these creatures, as well as the numbers. No matter, this was all fine and dandy. Maybe that person had this 'Persona' thing too? Lo and behold, he heard her voice again, prompting him of the weaknesses and resistances of each and every one of these things. Though the information didn't help him at all (he was sure that the attacks he could use were neither of these), he just felt as though this arrangement was like that in a game.

Yuuki sighed. Time to make things happen, he supposed. The blue card appeared above him, floating down in front of his face before he swiped at it with the shinai. A dark mist swept up in front of him, and a human-esque shape took form where the mist once was. The Black Knight, the certain parts of his armor pulsing a brighter sanguine, made steps towards the Magus. The Persona-User fearlessly ran around the Knight and drew the carbon instrument to his side, smacking the Shadow hard on its mask. He heard a crack, but he didn't know whether it was the creature's mask or the shinai. Yuuki turned to the side and stepped back, giving way to his Persona, which dashed forward in a way mirroring the high schooler and fired a purple ball of darkness at point blank where the 'sword' had just struck.

The Magus slid a ways backwards, but fired a wide-spread fire attack in retaliation. The heat wave scorched the Persona. Suddenly, Yuuki recoiled in pain, and learned his first real lesson on combat with a Persona: their pain is shared. His body felt hot, and he could see the scorch marks that the attack made on his school uniform. How annoying. This is why fights just sucked for him. Recovering, he shook his head and rushed at Shadow once more and smashed the sword down on its head. It squealed for about a second before disappearing as black particles. The student took a deep breath and looked back to where the rest of the fight was taking place. A girl with what appeared to be... actually, he didn't know what she was fighting with. It wasn't like any traditional weapon he had ever seen.

She finished off the other mage-like creature with a ramming attack, but the book survived the onslaught. He bit the inside of his cheek; it might be dangerous for her if she was left alone with it, since she didn't look like she was using her Persona for combat. Yuuki nodded to himself and aimed his barely-functioning right hand out to the Book. The Black Knight mimicked the movement, and another purple orb formed on the palm of its hand. It spread out its hand, and released it towards the weakened Book. In the same manner as the Magus did, the Book faded into nothingness. All that remained now was that last creature, the one that looked like a table.

In the end, his Persona vanished, and Yuuki fell down on one knee. He was taking deep breaths, not used to the feeling of having fire thrown at him in such a way. It should've hurt more, but for some reason, it didn't. Did the Persona enhance his own physical capability as well? Still, he felt tired. Every time he used the spell that he knew as Mudo, his mind felt just a bit of stress upon it. The second time was more taxing than the first. What exactly is this...?

The former pianist rose and swept off the dust on his uniform.

[Akira Nakajima]

Seemed it was safe to assume that the sounds he heard previously had been human voices, as, shortly afterward, it seemed that a skirmish had begun. Sounds of conflict escalated, and the boy urged his Persona onward. The clippity-cloppity sounds of hooves on tile echoed through the seemingly empty portion of the hall before the boy managed to find the battlefield. One male, unknown. One female, unknown. One monster remained. While the boy was fairly certain neither of the two were about to die, it was safe to assume, even without looking, that they had, in fact, taken some hits. Therefore, without waiting or checking, he urged Hayagriva, with his mind and a pat of his right hand against the horse's neck, to heal them. A pulse of healing shot across the area. That was “Mediarama”, the boy's most recent direct-healing spell. He considered it a pretty effective spell. Of course, his appearance and interference seemed to reward him with one thing, and one thing only.

A snowfall to the face.

”Cold!” The boy unceremoniously hissed while slapping at his cheek. The slapping was completely necessary- actual ice had formed on his skin. While he was never too bothered by the cold before awakening to Hayagriva's power, it was a horrid sensation after that event. Cold showers, cool rooms, and the like were big no-no's. Naturally, being shot with a blast of ice was not going to bode well with the boy. While he was sturdy enough to not need to heal himself quite yet, he was very much annoyed. The source of the spell seemed to be the last enemy. Which was. . . a table. Right. Well, he'd run it through, all the same. He patted Hayagriva's neck, and the horse shot forward, closing the distance between the boy and the table rather quickly. A quick thrust as the boy passed his opponent left it reeling. By the time the table had recovered and turned, the boy was already ready for a second strike. He directed the tip of his spear into the eye socket of the mask. Why was there even a mask on a table? It's not like it had a face.

While letting out an odd gurgle, the creature flailed and sent slicing pulses at the boy. He clicked his tongue before pulling his spear free. Hayagriva leaped over the table, and Akira leveled and prepped his spear before thrusting it at the table from behind. The table began to turn and charged a second blast of ice. The boy, however, hadn't let his guard down. With an angled thrust pushing upwards on the table's underside, the blast of ice shot at the ceiling. Twisting his arm to get the spear free, Akira gave a final thrust and ran the enemy through, effectively “killing” it. It dissolved with an unpleasant sound before leaving no traces of its existence.

No trace outside of a stinging, red cheek, that is.