*Irvine steps out of the bar to see no one in sight. Then someone appeared, out of thin air on the empty street.
It was a strange-looking creature, five feet tall and with black, green-rimmed skin wrinkled like a prune. It looked something like a humanoid lizard*
Creature known as Drode: "Oh, hello Irvine. How are things going for you? Things aren't going so well for me. Cracken is turning away from the dark side, as I predicted, and as such is, sadly, no longer useful to my great and glorious master Craynor. Your younger self doesn't currently have enough power to fall to darkness. Good thing my master thought ahead, and brought you here for a backup plan!"
Irvine: 'Aw Crap, I Knew this would eventually bite right back at me if i decided to show my face again...'
*The Creature raises his hand and makes the Elder Irvine immobile.*
Irvine: 'What trickery is this!?'
Drode: "Naughty, naughty. You gave up your rights when you fell for that silly story about the Revenant and asked to be transported. Yep, story was totally fake, all along. Just to get you right here, at the right time, with the right power level. Such a gullible human. *shakes head* Now don't you feel foolish? Well...you won't for long."
Irvine: 'WHAT!? NO! IT WAS ALL A TRICK!'
Drode: "First, time to wipe your pesky memory. So Kid Version doesn't find out anything that could hurt my master's plans."
*Irvine Grits his teeth in pain as all his memories of the Holocuast disappears from his mind forever...*
Drode: "And now, Irvine, it's time to fufill your destiny. Go find your younger self. I know you can sense him. Find him, merge with him, and drag him into darkness."
Irvine with a big evil grin on his face, like he's remembered of an evil inside him: "Yes i shall."
*Irvine stands up, and uses a form of a force throw, that the Elder Irvine has developed during his 'hide-a-way' from history, To make him levetate from the ground a few inches. Then in a burst of force energy, he explodes from the city and quickly homing in on the Younger version of himself...*