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"I just like places with more room." Asura states
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With all the rock-throwing, sword-swinging, and complaints, Ilyndriel knew her best bet was to stay out of the way. She backed toward the wall of the tunnel, by herself, as some kind of honey-wizard showed up and picked up Maka and Isaac before she could get to them. Seeing this, she was hopeful. This Alexander person seemed most likely to be able to stop all the fighting, yet she had no confirmation of his intentions. She had also noticed Michael's appearance, but was beginning to lose track of who was who with all the sudden appearances of different beings.

Michael, Khaine, Maka, Alexander, Doom, Isaac, herself... Did anyone remember the insectoid army or the flying witch that had been raining cards down on everyone? Ilyndriel was confused, and she was starting to get scared and upset. At times like this, she really wished she had a mother, or a father. She curled up into a little ball of feathers and hid.
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Staying with his gut feeling of staying on the sidelines, Michael warps over to the side of what seemed to be a winged child. He felt that it may be necessary to safeguard from all the present danger for the time being. Having experience as a father figure, he kept her behind him in a defensive stance, reading to parry any possible incoming projectiles or bodies that would be flung their way. "Don't be afraid. I'll do what I can to protect you from harm. May I ask you for your name?" The tactician inquired.
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The mighty blade flashed past the god of chaos, who materialized once more safely outside of the weapon's reach. But Khaine was unrelenting, and he would not stand down until his foe had been slain. Just as the point of the longsword whizzed past Asura, the entire sword seemed to disappear, replaced by a column of flame. Seemingly materializing from thin air, Khaine now wielded a 3.5 meter (11.5 ft) long double-headed glaive, the two darksteel blades flashing as he expertly spins the weapon. In the small confines of the passageway, it was nearly impossible to escape the weapon's reach. And while most such weapons would break upon contact with the rock walls, this blade was a cut above such shoddy mortal craftsmanship, and it sliced through stone and steel alike with terrible ease. Holding the weapon in the middle of the extended haft Khaine formed a barrier of whirling blades around him, changing his grip to adjust the reach of the weapon when striking out at his opponent. Using this stance, it was nearly impossible to approach him without being sliced in twain, and his rapid attacks were both hard to predict and hard to avoid.
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Asura kept his distance, creating another illusion behind khaine in hopes that it would distract him.
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Seeing the gout of fire, Alexander reflexively steps backwards, a natural fear of it rising in him. He knew how dangerous fire was to him, and he was unsure how well this being could wield such flames......in a moment, the confidence he had shown melted away to a fear, and terror...if only for a moment. Collecting himself, Alexander took in a breath.

"One last warning, stop the fighting, or I'll be forced to do something I'd rather not..." Alexander states, a mock courage showing. "I'll be forced to summon our greatest warrior...Gram, of the Gentle Fist....and you will not enjoy fighting him." Alexander states, hoping maybe to either distract Khanie, or at the very least scare him, neither being truly likely.

However, Maka rushes forwards, grabbing the blade summoned by Khaine. She takes in a deep breath, before speaking out, loudly. "Hey, I was the one who tried to control you, not Asura." She says, before she releases her wavelength, everyone near her becoming enraged, save for the small angel girl, for but a moment, before it vanishes, like a match extinguished by a river. She stands, blade at the ready. "If you want to get your revenge, you want to fight me, not Asura..." She claims.
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As Asura backed away from Khaine's assault, the tall Dreadlord moved to press his attack. However, he was interrupted by the smaller mortal, who claimed to have been the one responsible for the attempt at controlling him. Furthermore, the tiny creature had taken up the blade he had called forth, a challenge that could not be ignored. Even if the blade had not been meant for her, the meaning behind it did not change, and the wave of rage certainly proved their words. "Hmph. It seems that my rage was misdirected, then. You hold my blade, which is in and of itself impressive. That weapon was never meant for weaker beings to wield." Khaine's words were true. Darksteel, the alloy from which the weapons had been forged, included depleted uranium in it's design, and was by nature ludicrously heavy. If not for her enhanced physical strength, Maka would have found it impossible to use. "Your challenge is accepted. Now, let us see if you are able to back up your words with steel."

Stepping forward, Khaine also noted Alexander's statements and reactions. It seemed that this creature feared fire. Of course threats of more combat were useless against Khaine. He had found himself out of his element ever since arriving in this world, and revelled in the chance to interact with reality with good old-fashioned violence. The idea of defeat, or death, held no fear for him. This Gram would merely have to step in line, and would be crushed in good time. And with the way enemies were presenting themselves, Khaine had no doubt he would end the day atop a pile of his slaughtered foes, as all good days end.

Mid-gesture a knife appeared in Khaine's hand, sailing through the air towards Maka's face. A test of her reflexes, as much as a distraction, as he swung the double-headed glaive to take her legs out from under her. He was well aware of her regenerative capabilities, but he had killed such creatures before. And as he once more moved into his combat stance, he knew this would not take long. For he was a dreadlord, and it was his fate to see his enemies crushed before him.
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"Oh this can't be good." Asura muttered as he watched what would most likely be Maka's last moments. Short on ideas, asura decided to use his wavelength in a way that frankly would have ended the fight early on. He focused and did his best to make khaine feel sensations of excruciating pain. Iron maidens, sharp pointy sticks, his own eight hundred year experience, if asura could think of it, his wavelength would've made the demon lord feel it.

All the while, he was just about ready to run.
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Alexander's threats did nothing to Doom if not make him even more hyper and ready to fight.As Khaine would face Maka and Asura would use his wavelength ,Doom would launch himself in a super-man punch form at the Dreadlord from Khaine's left with a 10-inch diameter spiked ball formed around his right arm."Remember me? Yeah ya do!" He proclaimed as he neared him.
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Michael clicks his tongue at this senseless act of violence, deciding it'd be best for him to put a stop to it. The tactician simply takes control of the shadows within the room, warping them to the point where a sharp spiral forms right below Doom, puncturing through his chest at lightning speed, pinning him to the ceiling. "If you knew any better, you'd stay right where you are..." He states.
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"COME ON!" Doom yells as he's punctured,"Every single firkin time!" He says as he tries to squirm around a bit to the side,sliding Himself across the tip ,ripping through the right side of his body as the dopamine rushes through his body and he falls to the ground."What the hell man?" He mutters as he stumbles up and heals
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Crystal blue eyes peeped out from between white feathers at Michael's gentle voice. The ball of fluff shuddered and sniffed, and then a voice answered softly, "Ilyndriel." She kept looking at him from her peephole, hoping for more kind words. She gasped and blinked at Doom, seeing him punctured by shadows and raised to the ceiling, but his attack was thankfully stopped. He seemed relatively "ok" in spite of it, which made Ilyndriel glad. "Can you stop them from fighting?" She asked her shadowy companion.
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"Ilyndriel....I'll see what I can do with that hope of yours." As those words are spoken, everyone in the room, save for Ilyndriel, feels as though their feet are bound to the very floor itself. They would find that any effort to move on their part is useless. However, if they were to look down towards their shadows, they would see that they're connected with Michael's own shadow, seeing that as he moved his right hand to block the incoming knife from Khaine toward Maka, so would they. Michael looks right at Khaine, smiling at the Dread Lord. "I hope you can forgive me for my brief interference, milord. I want nothing more than to be your ally. Allow me to give you proof of my honesty by allowing you and your opponent some privacy..." With that being said, Michael warps the shadows in the room once again, creating a dome that seals off Khaine and Maka from the rest of the people within the area. Once this make-shift arena is complete, he simply releases his control of Khaine and Maka's shadows, allowing them to move freely once more.

Michael turns his head to where he can see Ilyndriel from the corner of his right eye. "You have my most sincere apologies...if I had tried to stop Khaine, it would have only led to even more bloodshed than necessary. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me..." He repeats.
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"Uhh ,hey ,dude ,could you maybe ,I don't know?" He says To Micheal,trying to move ."Tell me why the hell you did that?!" He angrily yells as Shade once again tries to calm him down,with him then appearing to anyone looking to ha a verbal slap-fight with himself.

"No I won't ,I can't ,screw you......you know that's wrong,I'm not gonna go beserk!"
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Mon Alliance Headquarters, Mt. Coronet in Sinnoh, Pokemon World

The Templum Domini was the name of the complex of tunnels, bunkers, and chambers that had been recently dug inside Mt. Coronet by the Legendary Pokemon Arceus himself as a show of support for the Mon Alliance, and Osamu was using it well; he was now keeping watch over the affairs of the Multiverse, while overseeing preperations for the advent of the mysterious enemy that had been the reason for the Alliance's formation in the first place.

In his command room, a large oval-shaped space kept alight by LED bulbs, the 18-year old Scientist-mage was conversing online with one of his spies, Meowth (yes, that Meowth), who, along with Jessie and James, have actually defected from Team Rocket this time; HYPNOS and Mr. Yamaki have been most...persuasive.

"So, as I was saying, Boss," Meowth was talking to his smartphone, the background behind him showing the fight between Khaine, Asura, and various other Multiversal Adventurers, "this bad guy, the Mad King Malakai, has sent one of his servants, Khaine, to take over this universe filled with bug-people, and other people are opposing him. Should we do something, Sir?" Meowth always had a consience, even during his time at Team Rocket. Osamu found it laudable, but not good for a spy.

Nevertheless, Meowth had served him loyally and well ever since HYPNOS and the Elite Four have crushed Team Rocket, and so Osamu respected the feline Pokemon.

"Not yet..." the 18-year old boy trailed off, already seeing Meowth's disappointment, "...because we are readying a direct strike at the 'Mad King Malakai's' HQ itself."

"But, sir!" Meowth sounded genuinely worried for his new boss, "You don't have access to Horus' full power, nor are your Digimon-partnered friends permitted to use Digivolution beyond Ultimate! That means that the amount of power you'll be able to use for a direct strike would be limited..."

"Limited, yes. But Malakai is overextending himself as well, if he's already made so many enemies. While his attention is drawn to various other worlds, he'll have pulled vital forces away from his capital, and then comes the hammer blow." Osamu briefly wondered why he was telling Meowth all this, but then decided not to pursue that line of inquiry; one of his minor weaknesses was the need for someone to talk to about his plans.

But, that didn't mean that he had to reveal all of said plans; should Meowth be captured, the Pokemon would not know exactly how Osamu planned to win the battle with King Malakai; that would be a surprise.
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Tokyo Tower, Persona Universe

A few hours later, Osamu Akiyama was accompanied by two somewhat older people (28 to Osamu's 18), one of them a short-haired blond male who preferred green and white clothing, and who wore a hat in order to spare his head the heat of the Tokyo summer, and the other one was a brown-haired woman who liked pink, white, and yellow in tasteful amounts. These were Takeru 'T.K' and Hikari 'Kari' Takaishi, who, as you may guess, have been married for a few years now.

Also with them was Mewtwo, the Artificial Pokemon, who was able to hide himself and the group from nearby crowds with his psychic powers.

"So, what are we here for?" asked Takeru. "It had better not be anything dangerous, Osamu."

"Oh," said the 18-year old boy, "it's not if we do everything right. You see, Mewtwo's going to help me retrofit Tokyo Tower into a 'Hope Antenna', which will amplify your Crest Powers in order to spread waves of Hope and Light all across the world, tricking the resident Eldritch Abominations, Erebus and Nyx, into thinking that Humanity had given up on its suicidal urges. This will allow me to ressurect the hero behind Nyx's sealing, Minato Arisato - or was it Makoto Yuki, so that he can help us against Malakai the Multiversal Conqueror."

Takeru and Hikari blinked. Then, Takeru was the first to express outrage.

"What?! Did you know what happened the last time we spent our Crest Power to maintain a barrier? We were unable to unlock our Ultimate and Mega Evolutions when the world needed saving!"

"Dear," said Hikari, "I think Osamu has already planned for that," she then looked at the purple-eyed boy questioningly, "right?"

"Right," Osamu spoke, "the beauty of my Technomagical retrofit is that you only have to sacrifice a little of your Crest Power in order to achieve the desired results. Anyway, we're wasting time; Mewtwo's getting imaptient."

<That is right,> the Psychic Pokemon spoke telepathically. <I wish to return back to where I and my clones live as soon as possible.>

And with that, Takeru and Hikari sighed, before Mewtwo, who was still keeping everyone hidden, began conjuring up materials in order to secretly retrofit Tokyo Tower without the knowledge of the wider public...

One Retrofit Later

The group were now at Tokyo Tower's observation deck, where Takeru and Hikari, to complete the last stage of the retrofit, were holding hands, channeling their Hope and Light into the tower so as to cause it to finally emit the energies needed to decieve Nyx...

In the meantime, Osamu took out a Hypercube, aka a container that was larger on the inside than it was on the outside, and took out one: a large quantity of sacred earth from Michina Town, where Arceus had manifested long ago, and two: a bottle filled with Pokemon Tears. Mixing the concentrated tears and the earth into a slurry, Osamu began calling upon his reserves of magical energy, using his deft hands to shape the aforementioned slurry into the shape of a body and clothing, which, when the final details were completed, began transforming into flesh and cloth.

Osamu sculpted the body to that of an 18-year old, in order to make the next part of the process - the Breath of Life - less improper.

Breathing in, and charging the air with raw magical energy, Osamu kissed the artificial body and let the magically charged air in his cheeks flow throughout it, hopefully dragging the soul out of the Great Seal and into this new form...

Within the collective unconsciousness between worlds, Elizabeth notices that a very drastic change is about to occur to the Great Seal. "The Great Seal...could this mean that the answer I have been searching so long for has been found by someone else? Well, regardless of this revelation, this means I'll be seeing my old guest much sooner than planned. How shameful. I haven't even been given the time necessary to prepare a party for him!" She remarks.

Back on Earth, as the waves of Hope and Light emanating from Tokyo Tower found a steady rythm, Osamu felt Minato's new body begin to stir, and quickly ended his kiss of life, standing back in order to see if he had succeeded...

As he moves back to gaze upon the vessel he had created, Osamu would see the procedure had gone as planned. Everyone's favorite blue-haired silent protagonist was back. He slowly opens his eyes, stretching as though he had just awoken from a VERY long sleep. "Where am I?" He inquires. Considering how long it has been since he had last been on Earth, Osamu certainly had to catch him up with the current events. Knowledge is power, after all.

"Ah," spoke Osamu embrassedly, "you are in Tokyo Tower, year 2016. I and my group," he gestured at an exhausted-looking Takeru and Hikari and a cold, unreadable Mewtwo, "have just found a way to 1.) repel Nyx without you having to do so yourself, and 2.) ressurect you in a new body. So, yeah, The Fall won't happen now." He smiled.

"'You and your friends will be reunited."

Minato takes a moment to process everything that has been said. Despite taking this time to do so, he still can't wrap his head around what has just been revealed to him. "How do I know if I can trust you?" He asks, being rather blunt. For all he knew, this could be some sort of trick set up by Erebus to deceive him, to build up his hopes. Though he had been fond of one day seeing his comrades again, Minato wondered if they would even recognize him. He felt that they'd probably believe that he was simply an illusion, his being a mere conception of their minds.

"You will know that you can trust me," Osamu said, "because I am going to be upfront about what I want from you: I want the services of one of the bravest heroes in this sector of the Multiverse, to fight against a variety of lesser threats to the order of the worlds, and, if possible, one final threat that would dwarf even Nyx*." And of course, having a handsome person like you at my beck and call is...flattering, were Osamu's disreputable thoughts.

"Why would you serve me, you must be asking now?" the 18-year old didn't betray said ignoble thoughts, "well, simple: you don't have to. But, I am offering various job benefits and perks along with the opportunity to save the world," the boy then took out a small smartphone fitted with a holographic display, showing Minato the contract.

"Unlike, say, the Four Holy Beasts of the Digital World, I am prepared to offer a house, a high salary that is equal to an officer in the JSDF, a car - another reason I aged you up to 18 - and a scholarship to a University of your choice. Same for your friends; they'll be offered that same bargain." Takeru and Hikari frowned further at Osamu Akiyama disaparging the Four Holy Beasts, but they couldn't do anything.

"Oh, and you get to work together with said friends."

The offer being made by the boy standing before him caused Minato to simply sigh, seeming rather exasperated at how desperate he seemed to be to get him fight under him. If Osamu didn't realize he had made a bad move, he certainly would now. "You're wasting your time. I don't work under anyone. Such an extravagant life isn't my style either." He responds. Despite his memory being hazy, Minato didn't plan on being a dog of this boy's military anytime soon. If anything, his time would be better spent searching for his friends.

Osamu bowed his head in sadness at that.

"Fine," he said, "you can leave; I won't force you." He turned his head away. "I'm sorry for trying to get something out of bringing you back." He could have mentioned that Minato didn't have any support network or worldly assets now, that he wouldn't be able to have any life outside without the Mon Alliance's help. But he didn't, because deep inside, Osamu Akiyama was a kinder person than expected.

So, all he would give as Minato stood there was a sigh...

Takeru and Hikari would look at Osamu with sympathy afterwards; they genuinely pitied him despite his annoying traits.

"We'll defeat that Malakai guy on our own," spoke Takeru.

"Yeah," reassured Hikari, "we still have plenty of people willing to help..."

Seeing this attempt at his allies cheering Osamu up causes Minato to smirk. "Those bonds...I want to see their strength. I might reconsider your proposal if you can defeat me..." He states as he places his right hand on his Evoker, removing it from its holster nonchalantly.

Osamu stood up, seeing his chance.

"All right," he stood up, activating his Demon Summoning Program, conjuring up the golden, glowing Sun Hawk that was Horus. "I'm going to fight you, and I won't lose."

"Osamu!" shouted Takeru, "Horus might be strong, but you're a Scientist and Ritual Mage, fighting a straight fighter head-on isn't something you can win!"

"At least allow us to lend you a hand!" Hikari implored. "I can have Gatomon out here in just a few seconds!"

<It is his fight,> Mewtwo objected, <His' to win or lose.>

"I am ready," Osamu Akiyama said with determination in his tone. "I need you, and so I will fight you."

((*Aka whoever the Big Bad of this version of HCL is.))
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Alexander sighed, knowing full well that only one man he knew would be able to stop this senseless violence. His body inflating a bit like a balloon as he took in a mighty breath, he strained to keep his form, his skin giving way to a slightly more golden color. After a moment of looking like he is about to explode, Alexander lets out a mighty roar, one that causes most everyone right near by to feel a ringing in their ears, if not a good deal of ear pain.
"GRAAAAAAMMMM!" He yells, his form being thin and scraggly after letting out all of the air, a comedic, and quite silly cartoonish aptitude that Meowth would be quite familiar with, given his home universe. Suddenly, bursting from the ground, sending stone flying everywhere, the bald hero emerges, Gram.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for a chance to do that..." Gram snickers, before growing serious. The lumbering man, nearly seven feet tall, was wearing nothing save for a baggy pair of burlap pants, which allowed everyone to see he was ripped, his muscular structure the definition of buff as all hell, rivaling a physic of those like Alex Louis Armstrong, the strong arm alchemist. "I was sleeping. What do you need, Alex?" He says, before noting everyone else, with a momentary blank expression.

"...Oh..." He says, before seeing Doom. "ACK! UNDEAD!" He yells, ripping out a chunk of the earth, a huge boulder from the wall, and tossing it at the undead fellow, only for Alexander to stop it with a large golden fist, catching it like one might a ball, his hand being pushed back to just being in front of Doom's face, if Doom could smell, he's be flooded with the smell of honey, the stench of it being extremely repugnant. "Wrong person, wrong person, the one I wanted is in the dark sphere over there, fighting some young girl because he said she tried to control him." Alexander explains, before Gram nods.
Gram, looking to the Sphere of darkness Micheal created, leaps forwards, sending shards of stones behind him, as he rears back his fist. "MACH-PUNCH!" He yells, his fist colliding with the sphere, or, if Micheal decided to be a bit cheeky, Maka, if he were to drop it as Gram was flying.

INSIDE THE THUNDERDOME!

As the Dreadlord Khaine threw his knife, Maka instictively raised the blade, slashing it out of the air, but Khaine's followup was quick, and brutal, Maka barely avoiding loosing her lower half, but one of her legs is caught at the knee, being severed in a gory bit of blade work. She lets you a surprised yelp, as she crashes to the floor, for a moment helpless against Khaine, before the dome would either shake, bend, crack, or shatter, under an unknown force, that sounded like an explosion going off. Asura would hear this all, most likely, and sense a new soul, one that has evil within it, smothered under a will to do good, a seed of malevolence buried under a sea pure, dominating determination to destroy evil at any turn. A hero's soul.
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Mewtwo could sense it before any of the others, a multiversal travel method was being used through a window high above while the other four weren't paying attention to anything but the task at hand, a crow-looking humanoid jumping out as a shout echos through the portal "Facking Horus!" as a silver haired man comes screaming through, drop kicking said crow man into the giant, golden horus that had just been summoned, and sending all three of them screaming into mewtwo.
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Mewtwo could sense it before any of the others, a multiversal travel method was being used through a window high above while the other four weren't paying attention to anything but the task at hand, a crow-looking humanoid jumping out as a shout echos through the portal "Facking Horus!" as a silver haired man comes screaming through, drop kicking said crow man into the giant, golden horus that had just been summoned, and sending all three of them screaming into mewtwo.


"I have no time for this!" Osamu Akiyama spoke, drawing out a strange-looking gun. "I have an epic battle to fight!"

He then began shooting white-hot lasers at the silver-haired man!
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"and i have a thief to beat" gin retort with a growl as mewtwo appearently lets the sandwhich of people crash down onto him without trying to stop it, the lasers seems to bend and curve away from the silver haired assailent as he goes about collecting the crow and putting a small device on his back causing him to disappear shortly thereafter as the device is clipped to gin's shirt. "now, what's going on?" gin asks non chalantly, lasers seeming to ping off of him and strike the building around them, damaging literally everything but their target.
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