Can has Persona plz?

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Who: Minato Arisato, Junpei Iori, Shinjiro Aragaki, and Maya Amano
Where: Northern Lights
When: Shortly after Minato and Junpei picked up Maya
Rating: I'm assuming PG for language, considering those involved? ( Not naming any names, Shinjiro-senpai. : | )
Summary: Persona crew(s) meet up at Northern Lights
the log:

This was a lot for Junpei's brain to take.  He'd assumed there were other Persona-users, of course... They'd been recruiting them as they went along, to fight against the Dark Hour.  He'd been late to the team after all, as had Fuuka.  And from what he could tell, they wouldn't be the last to join either.  But all those they had met so far had used Evokers, and they definitely knew about the Dark Hour.  That was the reason for their powers, at least... so far as Junpei knew.

His confusion did not vanish either with meeting Maya either - nothing seemed to be getting any clearer.  Not that one could tell anything about a Persona-user from the outside, but still... He'd hoped that maybe part of the headache-inducing strangeness of the situation would be taken care of.  Then again, when had anything made a lot of sense in this place?

Keeping his over-sized katana slung casually over his shoulder, in the event that they encountered any monsters, he'd let Minato lead the way to Northern Lights.  This, of course, was his generosity... Allowing his friend to look good in front of the new arrival and exercise his now dormant leadership abilities.  It had nothing to do with the fact that he had no idea how to navigate in the city yet, and would probably get them seriously lost and likely eaten by a creepy monster dog things. 

When the building came into view, he grinned widely and repositioned the heavy sword on his shoulder.  He hoped it would negate the consideribly less manly appearance of his stupid costume.  He still hadn't got his normal clothing back, and was forced to wear that awful white dress to go and pick Maya up.  At least he wasn't the only one, but still... meeting someone for the first time when you're stuck in drag with strapped-on pigeon wings?  Not the impression he really wanted to make.

"This is it!" he announced, tipping the brim of his hat up, the wired halo bobbing with the motion.  At least they'd be inside soon... Snow Angels weren't half as warm as they should be.