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*The tactician's eyes widen in gleeful surprise, another light chuckle escaping him. He's thoroughly fascinated with the king, and can't hold his curiosity back.*

Zephyrus: Majesty it is then! You're rather sharp too. I'm glad I can skip over the explanation regarding my appearance.

*He waves a hand at himself and his ghostly robes.*

This "curious spirit" goes by Zephyrus. Zephyrus Yuen. I'll cut straight to the point, since we both don't seem like the type to enjoy wasting time!

I hail from another land. Another world. One where the war between humans and monsters has long since ended. I was my homeland's most formidable Perseverance mage, and now I am a fragment of my former self. A wandering soul.

*He hums and looks about the grim room with great interest.*

It seems that my world is a bit...Unstable, at the moment. I've crossed over to yours rather unintentionally. Oh, but what a great find it was!

A former "kindness" mage with such an impressive body count? A king nonetheless? And a mage with magic resembling that of dragons? Why, you put the royal family of Cielar to shame!

*He frowns in disappointment, teeth gnashing and fists clenched.*

Why didn't we get someone as interesting as you!? Bloody hell, I've been born in the wrong world!

“ Oh you didn’t lose much durning my upbringing, Zephyrus... ”

“ As a prince I was damningly too take I fear. Too caring, mindfull... passive. I was denying myself. Far too letting and eager to leash and cage myself in the name of others, you didn’t miss much... I would dare say you would be as dissapointed as you are with them. “ The king rumbles, eyes narrowing lightly. However softening to his more impassive gaze. He did, however not ignore the compliment given his way. it, at least, did feel nice. and his magic settled in his chest with a pleased rumble as well. before returning to his seat to lazily let his body rest for the duration of the exchange... he supposed he could afford this curious happenstance some time. “ Seems our worlds differ quite strongly, I suppose I would, too, be dissapointed in such a world, I assume they kept a status quo within your lands as well? I would not be surprised, I took that role until father brought SOME sense to me... Shame there won’t enough time to explore all there is to hear... “

“ As for the sharp sight, it doesn’t take much for a deadman to recognize a dead man, truly. Even less for mages... they do speak of us of your ilk. I used to feel nervous... but at this point I am more nervous of not dying. “ The mage makes a flick of his wrist and sends a fireball at the corpse, setting it ablaze with ease with little more atention given. “ Hm... it seems monsterkinds incompetence is a universal variable, from the looks of it. It is not surprising. their royals were thoughtless weaklings incapable of appreciating what they had infront of them. “

“ The one thing I regret the most is wasting my time with them. “

“ Unstable you say... hm... what a unfortunate situaton, as well as a fortunate one. Truly a shame it was made durning such a poor moment. Ah, what a find indeed, what things could be learnt from such experience, I am envious of your condition. You must certainly be having a field day then. “ Oh if only he could do the same, paralel worlds? universes? That was the dream for a mage. How unfair life had cut his life short from just the right moment. So much wasted potential from being re-discovered at the wrong time. At least he could have some time for a small chat and record what he could,  even if it ended being naught but a small record. “ Tell me more about your world, Zephyrus, I am quite curious myself too... And I will in turn share of mine, a fitting exchange, wouldn’t you think so? “

*A purple phantom appears before the king, chuckling in amusement. Although he appears human in form, his translucent appearance is a dead giveaway that he's not quite alive.*

Zephyrus: I thought I must be dreaming, but well, what do you know? Looks like you're the real deal! That green hue of yours, that colour that's been so strongly associated with "Kindness"...

*He makes air quotes with his fingers.*

To think that I would see it on such a violent fellow! Ha! Oh but pardon me...

*He drops the cheeky grin, settling for a smirk instead.*

Don't get the wrong idea, I mean no offense! If anything, I'm rather impressed. Pleased, even. You sure have accomplished a lot haven't you? Your...? What is it? Highness? Majesty?

“ Why it is far more annoying than anything, but I guess if I can excuse killing someone with if they get pushy, I am fine. “

“ Those who do are merely decieving themselves, indeed. Why it should not be surprising. My magic did chose to present itself after a dragon, they aren’t supposed to be peacefull creatures. They are predators, they don’t play nice by the rules or the game. if anything it should be telling of my personality... “

He makes little notice of the ghost’s phrasing, and remains in a good mood, despite the sore spot at having few achievements in his official reign. Perhaps this is due to the corpse laying on the floor, he had been itching for smelling some blood or dust, or feeling it, for a while...

“ Not enough, unfortunately, I wish I had more time to anex dad’s beloved allies, their territories would make a nice addition, some had good resources, be it militar, material, or places to spread these hairless, spineless rats of men I have for subjects. “

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 *Out of nowhere, a blast of cold wind hits Franklin and a fist collides with his face, knocking him back. Nix is here, and he's FURIOUS. The mage's eyes glow with anger to the point where you can't even see his iris' anymore. Behind him is Chelsea, the phantom floating close by. The former guard steps closer menacingly, a dagger forming in his hand. Chelsea tries to hold him back, screaming at the mage for him to stop, but he's not listening.* 

Chelsea: NIX, STOP IT! YOU CAN'T KILL HIM!! STOP!

Bonny flinches, partially expecting for her to be the one to receive damage only to look up and find her father several feet back further than before, now cupping his cheek where a blow from her current guardian came. She wastes no time running over to Nix, her tears freezing almost immediately due to the magic but it seems like she doesn’t mind.

The older man simply wipes at his busted lip seeing the crimson color hit the white dress shirt. He looks amused by the encounter, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Still letting other people fight your battles for you? I told you, you’re too weak to make it out here on your own.” Franklin takes off the outer jacket of the suit and rolls up his sleeves, a loud thwack! ringing into the air as the young man farthest from them hits the ground, the child in his arms faltering. Bonny wants to run to them, but she’s too spooked to move toward the elder. “You know... he practically volunteered to be a punching bag after you left. He spoke about him leaving and then being found two days after you ran away. That it was only right that you abandoned him.”

The young woman shakes, the way her hands clench onto Nix, it’s not from cold, and it’s not from fear.

“You two never believed in each other, that’s why neither of you came back--”

“Th-That’s not tr-true... I...”

“You knew you were better off staying with me because of how pathetic he was. He knew not to come back because you would have always been a burden, one he couldn’t carry, but I could.” he huffs and she turns to look at him, biting her lip, even now, she still wants to believe he can be better. “Come home; and we’ll forget this ever happened. All will be forgiven...”

Bonny looks like she’s thinking about it, even if she could get Melody and Adam away, it would be good enough... but...

She stands in front of the door, listening to her father beg for forgiveness, begging for her to open the door so he can properly apologize. She wants to believe him, she wants to let him, have things be better than they were. She has to have hope. It’s all she has left.

She opens the door... only for the man to look so empty as the words drip, metal blade shining in his hands as he steps into the room: “One more reason why you’d never make it on your own.”

“ The dead can get hungover??? HOW????? “

@arcane-archives​ asked:  BONNY!! Don't forget everything you've learned! Stand up for yourself and for your siblings! We're here to support you. We all know the truth now. You can do it! You can break the cycle! We all believe in you!!

She wants to believe it, she tries to remember, how did she learn how to say no? How did she start fighting back when monsters tried to hurt her? How did she stop being intimidated when the person she first thought was the reaper attacked her?

She’s broken a cycle--she stopped the resets from happening anymore. One more shouldn’t be that much harder... right? She’s beaten someone who was practically a god, she’s escaped death from monsters much stronger than her. This man... he was human like her. He had the same weaknesses as her, right?

She takes a deep breath and pulls her arm out of his grip, albeit with a small struggle--she looks him in the eyes and opens her mouth to speak but immediately is taken aback. His eyes glare into hers, and she loses all her nerve.

“Doll... it’s been four years. I have been worried sick. How are you still upset over an argument that’s four years old? Did you even miss your sister?”

“ Sometimes us bastards don’t get damn shit, not if we don’t get our asses beaten and sore for days and other unpleasant things, so just shove that logic off, they’re not worth it, as an extra try to threaten them too with something, might serve... “