An old man with a long nose steps out from the door, the door which has somehow repaired itself instantly at that. "Ah I see that guest had no respect for this place in the least bit... It saddens me to see how things have changed at times, oh well." In his right hand is a phone made from bones, a few words spoken into it later and a towering demon of flames stands in front of the man, a raging inferno shooting from it's hands and leaving the kool aid boiled away. The demon nods at Igor and vanishes, he simply steps back into the Velvet Room as though nothing has happened.

Igor stares at the young man in front of him. He looks over the resume and smiles at PK... clearly amused by the heart and soul put into this mess before him. "Ah hello there Pancake Knight, and welcome to the Velvet Room." He gestures around the room and gives PK a nod. "It's clear you've come here looking for a job of sorts... I suggest learning to read and write at some point by the way my friend, useful skills to have." Suddenly a contract appears in a burst of blue flames, along with a blue feather quill. "That having been said those Personas of yours are rather interesting, I'd be willing to lend you a hand so long as you abide this contract." Somehow or another as PK looks the words over, they're perfectly understandable to him. Perhaps being between dream and reality helps with that? Regardless it simply reads. "I choose this fate of my own free will". Igor smiles kindly at PK, awaiting a response with his usual patience .

Igor chuckles at PK'S antics before taking the torn up contract and storing where ever he keeps these things. His grin widens just a bit more at the mention of Philemon. "Ah you've met the true owner of this place I see, if you happen upon that butterfly again tell him I said hi. And yes I was aware of your reasons for coming here... The cards hold much for one such as I." He gestures to a series of Tarot cards on the table. Magician, obviously PK. Moon for some kind of mystery, Lord only knows in the Nexus. And finally at the end lies Judgement, if it's a good thing or not however? Remains to be seen. "Now then do you have any questions about this place and the service I'll be providing you?"

A few of the bullets slam into them before Pixie vanishes to be replaced by a vicious looking witch with long claws, the remaining bullets slamming into her and Igor only to bounce back towards Build. After which Rangda and Izanagi both dart towards one of the trains. The former trying to toss it over by slamming her claws into one side and rushing upwards to the right, Izanagi-No-Okami tossing his spear into the ground in front of the other as he braces it with both hands to try and halt it's progress. "I see that I'll have to take you two more seriously from now on... Perhaps it's almost time for another one?"

"The winning formula hmm? Speaking of those... Perhaps it's time for something else." Suddenly Thanatos vanishes into the book, only to be replaced with yet another beast. This time a towering Eastern dragon looms build, golden scales shimmering as it darts for the man, electricity busting out of it's mouth as the Persona flies straight at the man. Yoshitsune on the other hand only vanishes. Igor deciding to save some energy at this point. Tsukuyomi opts to dash towards Build rather than call up space again, rasing the blade above his head and slamming it into the ground near build, spikes of darkness shoot up from the floor trying to pin the man in for Kohryu.

Asterius slams it's fist back into Build, pushing against the man but slowly being forced up, rather than keep a contest he'll lose going the Persona it's raining right arm fly back as it slams the left straight at Build before vanishing back into the book from Build's strike. Thanatos however totally tosses aside defense... Or it would if Tsukuyomi hadn't just reached out and pulled the Persona into a void, reappearing outside the circle Thanatos then calls up a series of ice chunks, aiming them for Lowe's torso, assuming that some hit they then quickly cover the boy in Frost leaving him frozen for a moment. And yet again another page is opened, this time landing upon "Yoshitsune". The samurai towers above the Humans and draws his blade, projecting a series of slashes across the battle field that rush towards both Build and Lowe. "Hah wonderful! I've not done anything this exciting in quite some time actually!"

The dragon vanishes from sight as Igor too struggles to stay standing, hus breathing is clearly taking heavy effort at this point but he's got one final attack left before this becomes a matter that could kill him. Tsukuyomi glows with a black light as a wave of red energy bursts from it's sword in an X shape, rushing across the ground and likely slamming into Build for one final attack... He's certainly done if this doesn't do the trick tho.

The debris bounce off Rangda and Igor... Sadly Izanagi doesn't share in the benefits of reflect physical as a chunk slams into his head, the follow up shots from Build easily sending the Persona back to the book, Igor quickly flips through a few pages as Rangda darts at build, dark magic covering her claws as she floats up and attempts to slam them into the man's gun. "Quite the trick I see! It's definitely time to show you more of this book however... Come Thanatos! Asterius!" Igor rapidly lands on two pages bringing out a black figure with a coffin on its back and a skull helmeted beast made from dark ooze, a purple beam of energy shooting towards Lowe from Thanatos. Asterius however seems to flow through the ground and attempts to rush Lowe's side, grabbing at him with it's over sized claws to try and hold the boy in place for Thanatos' beam.

"Ahh Lowe Comotive, I see you return from slumber... Normally if you were seeing myself I'd say welcome to the Velvet Room, but this is still just GYM. At any rate I am Igor. Master of said Room and delighted to meet you. Yourself as well Kamen Rider Brave, or Hiiro Kagami? Either way it's a pleasure to meet such fine people as yourselves." The man glances around GYM, wondering if perhaps anyone here would be interested in a test of wills and strength. "At any rate, I've come to sharpen my skills in battle once more... For some reason I sadly feel as though it will be needed shortly, anyone care to see how they fare against me? I might look frail but trust me, the powers I command are quite impressive." He raises a smirk and an eyebrow at everyone in the room, clearly intrigued by the whole group.

An old man with a confident smirk on his face walks through the door, the aura of power surrounding this man is so huge the average person would likely keel over on the spot from being around him, he's fairly sure nobody here should have such issues. "Well then this is a rather interesting place isn't it? That odd device... I do believe that here people should be able to give me a good challenge for once."