#zephyrus yuen

[halcyonmirage]

The war starts today...

Things will be tough while I try to balance my job and Art Fight, but like every year, I'm going full competitive mode-!!

I've had these OC's since highschool, my god...Crazy to think its been 10 years already. And they've all got new updated designs. This year's Art Fight is gonna be fun for sure...! Shame I couldn't get all the refs done though. I miss Astraea and Valerie dearly, but alas- I asked my friends to pick the order, and this is what was decided. No matter what, someone wasn't gonna make the cut, and I was gonna be sad anyway so- =u=;;;;

[arcane-archives]

“Charming more kings aren’t you Zephyrus.” I’m totally not reading the RP y’all got and am totally not gonna have Memory poke fun at him at least once nope not at a l l

ASNFKSDHDBABDNS AS EXPECTED VIC-

If he could hear you right now, he'd probably snap back with

"MORE!? This is only the SECOND! And for your information, he's both considerably more sane AND unhinged at the same time!

..... *Thinking and realizing what he just said.*

.....This one-

THIS ONE CAN'T KILL A DEAD MAN!

Let me have my fun, you nosy pest!"

Lots of grumbling and trying to justify this because he IS having fun but at the same time he doesn't want to acknowledge the possibility that this might end up horribly wrong. XD

[halcyonmirage]

10 years ago, a friend and I wrote a story.

10 years later, their adventure continues...

Across time and space.

"...Who are you?"

They struggle to remember, what happened a lifetime ago.

But before long...it all comes rushing back.

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Art fight attack for @author-of-worlds ! Get emotionally wrecked, bitch-

[halcyonmirage]

Catboy Zepherus?

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW!? You meddlesome PESTS-!"

"How long have you even been scheming this for-...!?"

"If you had ANY brain cells in that empty skull of yours, you'd GET RID OF IT THIS INSTANT-!"

[halcyonmirage]

Hey. Hey Waddles. WHERE’S ZEPH IN THOSE DOODLES!!!! D;

LMFAO, I FORGOT TO INCLUDE HIS ASS BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A ROUGH DOODLE- LIKE MORE RUSHED THAN THE REST- HERE HE ISSS-

...his appearance might change drastically later.

Zephyrus Yuen...Former Perseverance mage, who spearheaded the barrier's creation- Still a fucking asshole, even in this new life. Some things just never change, right? Including his reasons for being so. He's a non-esper, an inventor of esper weapons- With a great hatred for esper kind. He claims to be determined to empower "humanity", by providing them with weaponry that can defend against both Miramon and Espers both- Giving power to the masses. ...But his main reasons run a lot deeper than that. And are far more self serving, in ways he isn't fully ready to accept. Flashes of a past life, plague his mind...Out of those who have been reincarnated into this new world of Dislyte, he has them the worst. They bring about migraines that never seem to cease. Who was he before? What has he lost? ...How can he regain it? Something feels wrong, so wrong- And to find the truth, one must Persevere. ...Fortunately, that's a specialty of his-

[halcyonmirage]

🙏 - Possession //Zephyrus!

Zephyrus: Thank you Mrs. Irving, please come again!

*The rune crafter smiles cheerfully, waving goodbye to an elderly woman now clutching her mended staff. She pauses before leaving, turning to raise an eyebrow at the blue-eyed mage.*

Irving: ...What are you playing at, young man? 

Zephyrus: Whatever do you mean? 

*He tilts his head innocently, a strange glint in his eyes. The old woman scowls, approaching the man while she brandishes her staff at his chest.*

Irving: You're acting polite, that's what! And people around these parts, young or old, we all know that Zephyrus Yuen is anything but nice! 

...Your eyes have changed too. 

*The rounded end of her weapon jabs at the suspicious mage, causing him to take a step back.*

It's giving me the creeps! So you best have an explanation for this! 

Zephyrus: *The man nods in understanding, keeping his composure as he crosses his arms in thought.*

Ah, so that's it...Do not fear, Mrs. Irving! I'm sure this will answer your questions? 

*With a gentle wave of his hand, a brilliant blue soul appears in front of Zephyrus' chest, causing the old woman to gasp in surprise.*

Irving: I don't believe it...! A soul change!? You!? And to Integrity of all things!? 

Zephyrus: *His grin widens as the soul promptly vanishes from sight.*

Yup! You are absolutely correct, Mrs. Irving!

*The rune crafter's smile fades, a sad frown taking its place.* 

You see, I realize that I have been absolutely horrible to...Well...Everyone! I took some time to reflect on my poor behaviour, and I've made up my mind! I refuse to live such a hurtful existence any longer! That's when my soul began to change virtue. 

Irving: Well...I...That's...Good! Very good! But I must be on my way now- Much to do at home! I think I left the stove on- 

FAREWELL! 

*She shakes her head, snapping out of her frozen state of disbelief. The woman mumbles to herself as she begins to walk away at a quick pace, eager to escape the shocking situation.* 

Zephyrus Yuen...An INTEGRITY soul! My word, I must be dreaming... 

Zephyrus: Goodbye! 

*With another warm smile and a wave of his hand, the rune crafter hastily heads back inside his workshop. He slams the door shut behind him, and stumbles into the dark dusty room. With trembling hands, the man reaches for a chunk of stone sitting on his desk. He pauses, squeezing the ore tightly, before suddenly whipping around and hurling the object straight into the mirror behind him.*

Zephyrus: ....Ah...Haha...Now why did you do that? You broke the mirror, Zephyrus. Look at it, it’s all cracked now...

*The mage’s eyes flash a malevolent purple as he stumbles, nearly collapsing against the mirror.*

Zephyrus: ….Get….Out…! GET OUT OF MY HEAD…!! You...DAMNED...!

*He growls, snarling like a wild beast as his soul pulses wildly in front of him. A deep blue soul. With a smaller purple one hidden within it. The possessed mage closes his eyes for a moment, his iris’ changing colour once more as they open.*

Zephyrus: .....I can’t do that, Zephyrus. Not with how you’ve been behaving in this timeline.

*The rune crafter sighs and straightens his back, gazing into the cracked mirror with a calm smile.*

...I hated lying to that poor lady, you know. But I suppose now that I think about it...It was more of a half truth. 

...Yes, that’s right. You’ve been truly despicable here, haven’t you? I just couldn’t stand it. Watching you cause so much disaster and misfortune around you...It drove me insane. 

So until you straighten out your life a bit, I’m afraid I won’t be leaving anytime soon, Zephyrus.

*The Integrity soul chuckles at his reflection, at the image of the scrawny body he was possessing. It was a thin form in tattered robes, but the face was not unfamiliar in the slightest.*

We should probably pick new nicknames for the both of us. 

After all, having two Zephyrus’ around is simply one too many.

[halcyonmirage]

Inktober #25: Tasty

A Mage of Perseverance with an abundance of magical energy....

And a soul that looks rather tasty to a beast of the void.

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Zephyrus: No...NO!!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU-!?

*The rune crafter is silenced as razor sharp talons slice through the air. He leaps back, his left eye just barely grazed by the beast's claw...

But the gash was deep enough to blind him in that eye forever.

The perseverance mage cries out in pain as a spiked tail lashes out at him, just barely nicking his other eye. Fortunately, this time the wound was merely a shallow cut. But nonetheless, it hurt like hell.

Zephyrus stumbles back as the dragon-like creature's many heads snap at him, jaws hungrily lunging for the mage's soul...And his flesh. In a moment of desperation, he makes a mad dash for an orb-like device nearby, and slams his hand onto the markings carved into the stone.*

Zephyrus: Come on...! COME ON!!

*The champion of perseverance whirls around, his right eye wide with terror and the other coated with blood.

As the beast shambles out of the rift in the center of the room, hundreds of symbols light up around it, bathing the workshop in a brilliant purple light. The hydra screeches as the portal begins to close with its body still halfway out. Filled with a burning resolve, Zephyrus holds his hand out against his attacker, and begins to shout the words to a spell.*

Zephyrus:

Lux a tenebris, lucem ex tenebris...!

Regis et divident obsigno infinita iam nocte!

EXILIUM!!

*The gateway connecting the two realms closes in on the dark shadowy creature, digging into its goopy flesh, and severing it in half. The liquid shadow screams in agony as its three heads fall to the floor with a splat, writhing in pain, but still very much alive. Zephyrus sinks to the floor and gasps for air, his hand still raised in defense. Slowly, the wounded tactician approaches the sludge like mass, and traps it in a prism-like barrier. He chuckles softly, a wicked sneer spreading across his face.*

Zephyrus: That's right...

You. Obey. Me.

Now be a good pawn, and give me your power, beast of the void!

*His hand phases through the barrier and touches one of the severed heads. Instantly, energy begins to drain from Zephyrus as the creature feeds on his magic. The rune crafter winces, but remains still as he watches the dragon rebuild itself. Soon, a smaller hydra appears before him, one with a complete body but significantly smaller than the original abomination that had ripped its way out of the void.*

Zephyrus: Well...Aren't you greedy? Is magic "tasty" to you, I wonder?

Hmph...So long as you do as I say and don't completely devour my soul, I think we'll get along just fine.

[halcyonmirage]

It’s the season of giving, and some of these kids have a lot to give! To start it off, Nix has two gifts from Penelope (FtBP) and Apathy (Underfell souls). Seems Penelope had given the mage a light-up snowflake decoration, and Apathy had given him... lettuce. Athlai had also received a gift from Friska, the girl having gotten them a festive poncho along with a new tea set! And lastly Zephyrus got something from Memory, specifically a copy of one of the smaller history books in her library. Nice.

*By the power of Christmas magic, the gifts are received by the mages! Even though they're dead! And...Literally reduced to ghosts that are somehow, in a way, possessing other ghosts...? Let's not question it.*

*Nix stares dumbfounded at the gifts in his hands. The look on his face...Is one of pure confusion.*

Nix: ....A snowflake.

....It lights up.

....Why?

*The mage turns the small decoration over and over in his hands.*

...For...A Christmas tree perhaps...?

I...Do not have one here...

More importantly...How did this arrive here...?

How was a physical object transported into the mind and soul of a spirit...???

....Is it...Even physical...?

*The guard mumbles to himself, seeing that he is pretty much alone. He turns to the lettuce next, and his terribly confused state worsens.*

...... W h y ?

Wh....What...? I...I cannot eat...

I do not need to eat.

Lettuce...Lacks nutritional value. It is mostly water. Even if I needed to eat...This is practically useless to me...Why is this-

Why is this here?? Why was this given to me??? Why....?

.............

*The ice mage stays completely still and contemplates life. Congratulations. You've broken him. He has a headache and this will bother him forever.*

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*Meanwhile, a certain rune crafter is taking this whole magical gift receiving much more nicely! Zephyrus grins from ear to ear, looking very much like a child on...Well...Christmas morning. Or a puppy about to go on a walk.*

Zephyrus: Aha! Oh, what a pleasant surprise indeed! My very own copy!!

Arete: ....What is that? Where did you obtain it?

Zephyrus: Where? Nowhere! It was a gift from a higher power!

A gift I intend to use VERY WELL!

Arete: *She frowns at her mentor, puzzled by his words and the book that seemed to appear out of nowhere...And into her mind???*

...This was not in your possession before. I ask again, how did this arrive here? In my mind? In your grasp, while you are not physical and bound to my soul??

Zephyrus: Don't question the power of a goddess, Arete! Now if you'll excuse me, I have reading to do!

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*........*

*.....The last set of gifts seems to have arrived in a dark, seemingly endless, space.*

*Where was Athlai?*

*Were they even still around?*

*......*

*Suddenly, red sparks of energy crackle around the new poncho and tea set...*

*Before causing the collection of items to simply vanish into the shadows.*

*Nothing but silence follows.*