Quintus would simply be taking a walk as usual on this quiet night. He needed time to think as he felt he often did these days. He hadn't felt right in a while as his actions had been questionable even in his own sense of morals. "Well...Guess I haven't killed anyone yet so, yeah, I'm doing fine. I have to be..." It would be at that moment that Hookworm could smell blood in the air. Whose blood it was, was uncertain but he felt that it was close. "Huh, someone probably just cut themselves or something. It's not a big deal is it...Guess I'll go see what it is though just to be safe." Quintus would immediately begin trying to focus in on where Hookworm had smelled the scent of blood coming from. It wouldn't take long for him to realize the individual in question was moving as if trying to escape. This suspicious action drove him to try to catch up. He would attempt to continue tracking them and running in their direction but he wasn't exactly the most competent runner. He would often have to stop for moments to breath before he continued the chase.

Blanc nibbles on some food as she sits at the window seat of a nearby cafe. Seeing as it's in a fairly unpopular spot in the city, it was perfect for her to sit alone and write. She taps a pen to her cheek, deep in thought with a notebook in front of herself. "No, but if he does that, it contradicts with his moral statements from before... but then how do I wrap the scene up if he- oh?" Blanc watches as a blonde figure rushes across her vision. She quickly stands up to watch them run off, tripping and stumbling along. She quickly picks up her things, shoving the notepad into her bag, before slamming down money on the table and running off after the figure. "Slow down." Her normal calm and quiet voice wouldn't cut it in this scenario, and she certainly wasn't angry enough yet to yell, so she kept running after her. Although her feet definitely stepped in the blood trail left by the woman, it wasn't important enough to slow her down.

Seeing the chase happen, a tall woman in dark clothes and a similarly dark colored eyepatch to contrast her pale hair walks out of one of the many alleyways on the streets. She seemed confused though, a brow raising at the young girl running aimlessly. Blood? A murder maybe? Probably not my business, but no one seems to be saying anything. She pondered to herself briefly before settling to start moving. Out of morbid curiosity, she'd give chase, though much less urgently than the others, opting to simply fast walk in the direction the woman was running, at least until she got out of a reasonable sight line.

A young woman in black armor and a mask with bug-like eyes wanders the streets, various bugs floating about around her and even a few jars of them strapped to her belt. Plus a can of pepper spray and a stun baton. Of course, after a moment she'd spot the little group running after some girl covered in blood and begin running after them. "Geez, something tells me this is gonna be a long night... And hey, you feel Hookworm around here? Not sure if that's good or bad, but it'll be something alright."

The crowd behind had been noticed by her, but it just gave all the more reason for her to not stop. The chase continued, this parade of strange individuals running through the streets, continuing for a few minutes more, before the woman in the mask would quickly make a turn, seemingly finally reaching her objective. She dashes forwards with hands outstretched to open the white door, and run straight through. The white door stood by itself in a small clearing by a park. No walls, only the singular white door that in the moonlight, seemed to glow. Despite not connected to anything, the woman clearly did not end up on the other side of the door. There was nothing else to do to figure out what was happening than to open the door… and step inside like her… Inside the door, there was a library, a large, spacious round room. In the center was a round table, lined with books. The table had multiple books arranged in a circle, most shut, but they all had plaques under them. Only two of the books were open, and... blank, and while nearly every plaque was blank, there was these two plaques under the open books that bore inscriptions. “A Gathering of Fools.” directly in front of them as they entered, and opposite them, "Three Voices Intertwined." Opposite each book, on the wall… were doors similar to the white door that one must enter to reach this place, with bookshelves tightly compact between each door, nearly overflowing with literature. Matching with the books, each door across a closed book was locked. Thus only two doors were unlocked. The one they had walked through, naturally, and opposite of them… a door opening to a bright light. The woman’s footsteps could clearly be heard., this was the door she ran through, but what was on the other side, one could only guess. Is it worth it to walk through though? To turn around, leave the library and continue in blissful ignorance, or walk through… this could be quite the opportune moment to…

Blanc, rather than looking at the door, decides to go over to one of the bookshelves. She begins to pull out a book, before quickly pushing it back in and laughing. "It'd be silly of me to get lost in books while everyone else went after them." Blanc turns around, and decides to head for the door. She looks back, before walking back over to Quintus, most likely short of breath from running alongside, or slightly behind, the rest of the group for so long. She reaches into her bag and tosses a small orange fruit to him, a tangerine to be precise. "Here. Eat it. You need to keep up your strength." She gives him a quick wave with the usual poker face before heading back over to the door and heading through.

Quintus would arrive at the door breathing heavily. He wasn't used to having to move around so much as he never had much endurance when it came to running. He would look at the white door blankly for a moment. An odd white door like this would bring back bad memories for him as it reminded him all too much of Philemon's room. Regardless, his curiosity was peaked. A white door out here in the middle of no where was not normal and such a thing usually meant some third party interfering with humanity. Such a transgression would not be ignored but yet he knew he had to reserve judgment as he had yet to know what was really going on and where the door lead. "Well, this could be interesting at very least. I'll just sneak in before anyone can notice. I'd hate to have to work with anyone else for this." Quintus would be mildly interested in the library and the books in the center but his focus was on the place itself. The door opposite of where he had entered was clearly where the individual from before must have gone but he was hesitant to enter. Finally he'd notice Blanc as well who had thrown him a fruit. He wasn't sure what to do with such a thing so he simply slid it into his pocket. Before he could respond the girl was already gone. "Hookworm, uh, make sure you tell me if anything too weird gets close. What? What about termite? We don't have time for something like that. Not like Termite's owner would do much to harm us. Luckily they have a better temper than that bug." Not wanting to wait around any longer for anyone to follow, Quintus would simply enter the doorway not sure of what to expect next.

The girl sighs and walks through the doors. Termite would simply complain about the lack of action thus far. As for her, she's a bit more concerned with how some door that seemingly leads nowhere, pulled her into a library full of white and blank books... "I'm not the only one seeing this right? We really did just walk into a door connected to nothing and come out to... This madness." She'd begin looking around, taking note of the two names inscribed on the open books. Fools and voices huh? Seems like that could be relevant at some point. The fools might well be them, but then who are these voices? "Hmm, I think the open ones mean something... But there's nothing to be done about it, for now, now then I guess I'm chasing after that lady. Yo Quin, hope ya can keep up with us!" The phrasing there might imply that she meant the group, of course, in reality, she's talking about herself and Termite... Huh, she hasn't seen much of Hook. Either way, the young woman smirks over at him and begins walking toward the door. She'd only pause for a moment before going through, the swarm of insects still following her even as she goes into the light.

The tall woman looks around, rubbing the back of her head. How the hell? Shit, I went too far... Her eye focuses and scans the room. A library? Too many questions were flooding her head at this point. The best decision was just to take a few steps and see what anyone else around her was thinking.

As the small group stepped through that second door, the white light slowly gave way to a darker atmosphere in the center of… what seemed to be Shibuya, of all places, but something was off. Looking towards the sky, dark storm clouds swirled above the center of Tokyo, but most distractingly was the skyline, as several tall buildings had collapsed, and four towering white buildings could be seen from a fair distance away, but back on the ground, they group were cornered in an odd way. The young woman looked desperately around, but could find no exit. Expressionless civilians were crowded in large numbers, walking without purpose, but with the dense crowds, it created a living wall of sorts. Though the young woman, the group that chased her, and the door were in a spacious clearing, there wasn’t any escape for those who were unable to do something near flying over the densely packed wanderers. Turning behind her to witness those who had followed her, the young woman begins shaking. “I-I…..I…. I-I-I-I-I…. didn’t… d-d-didn’t….”, her stuttering felt just as unnatural as her movements. Afraid of what could happen, she takes the risk, she takes the first move. “P-P-P…. Persona!” As she yells, a sound akin to glass shattering is heard as the phantasmal form takes shape behind her. A figure resembling a bronze statue, though with plating broken up to expose inner clockwork, the humanoid figure stood imposingly, its sharpened feet only touching the ground by its toes, and its legs wrapped in thin bronze sheets resembling wings. Though it had no arms, from its shoulders hung platforms connected to its shoulders by chains, as though the whole being was a scale. Though one of the more noticeable details, the clock imbedded in the beings chest, began to pulse as the clock hands slowed to a crawl. The pulse sent out by the Persona causes the crowd that followed the girl to feel slightly lethargic…

Quintus would look around slightly off put by the display of power. He hadn't expected an ability like this, he wondered exactly what the extent of it was but rather than resort to brute power right away he would choose to try to approach the situation with words first. However, as a fail-safe he believed summoning his own Persona might be a safe idea. "Yggdrasil Prime..." A mighty tree began to sprout out of the ground behind him with ash colored bark and golden leaves. A serpent seemed to wrap itself around one of the branches as Quintas stepped forward. "Summoning your Persona is an awfully large threat to make. Can't we at least try to talk about this first? It seems as though there might be a misunderstanding in regards to our intentions."

Sho follows the person as he's best as he can, but the persona was definitely hurting his efforts, trying to push pass the aura and move closer as he hears the person speak, they are close enough to hear him! Yelling out now he tries to calm the other person Hang on! I don't mean to hurt you! Just let us help! Why is there so much blood? Sho then concentrates and peers into the next attack at him, prepared to dodge anything that came at him, however using his ability gave him a headache 65 SAN

Blanc skids to a halt as the figure now sits behind the woman. She puts her right arm out to the side, a mallet bursting into existence with a pattern of rectangles first taking the shape, before it disperses and reveals a white-headed hammer. "If you're going to start a fight without even giving us a chance to negotiate, then I'm not backing down. Be ready to face me." She swings the mallet over her right shoulder with both hands on the shaft, lowering her stance.

Gah, she feels slow... Her swarm buzzes with clear anger. But despite that, they'd make no moves to attack, yet. "Listen okay, I didn't come to fight. Hopefully, we can avoid needless violence here, right? Now just calm down and explain what's going on and we can go from there. That being said, if you won't speak then I won't hold back." Even so, given that everyone else is getting ready she would too. A black hammer with a pair of beady red eyes takes shape in her hands. She'd aim the weapon forward as her bugs circle around the area, spreading themselves out to keep watch over the whole square. Along with several more hovering closer to the woman in front of them.

"Hey listen we don't need to... Alright, if it has to come to this." Yamiko reaches into her coat, pulling out a dark silver evoker and pointing it to the bottom of her own chin, pulling the trigger and recoiling back. When she recovers from her stagger, she raised her hand in the air, a feminine figure holding a sinister looking fox mask over its face and sporting a brush-like tail cutting an imposing shape, the rest of its body a black silhouette only vaguely discernable as a humanoid female, all illuminated by a light blue outline. "Kumiho! On defense!" She raised her fists in a defensive stance, her Persona lowering a hand to envelop the woman in a bright green aura before dissipating.

OOC: As soon as this RP resumes, I'm jumping in, ok?