<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Continued From Toshiro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15608587#msg15608587) and Ryusei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15609192#msg15609192)</span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 12:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> 'Shopping' Place &gt; Kyless' Cell at SOPHE<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Doctor Toshiro | The Descendant Ryusei | Marceline<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The Human Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless <em>cannot</em> smell, but her sneezes stop once the bracelet is off.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Ryusei's Dress (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0030/6289/0531/products/Adyce-2019-New-Summer-Bodycon-Bandage-Dress-Women-Vestidos-Sexy-Strapless-Midi-Club-Dress-Runway-Celebrity_800x.jpg?v=1580655978) | Bare Feet | Marceline, like a Crown</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Apparently the Doctor Toshiro was <em>not</em> taking off her bracelet now, even though Kyless was back in her <em>not</em>-home. Her cage. Both the Doctor Toshiro and the Descendant Ryusei came to her bed, what was left of it, but neither one was Marceline.<br/><br/>“Marceline is a <em>not</em>-cat.” The trickster stated, softly to the Descendant Ryusei, and rolled onto her side on her bare mattress as her touched her back so gently. It was not the first time she had said this truth, or even the second, but the Doctor Toshiro never believed her. That was when the <em>other</em> bracelets <em>appeared</em>. They were <em>not</em> gifts, and they had no blinking lights, unlike her current jewelry. These bracelets were just… boring and foolish. <br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless <em>sniffed</em> and sat up on her mattress, slipping her bare wrist into one of the new, boring bracelets and reaching for the other. <em>This silly routine again. Humans were so strange.</em> Why they required stale jewelry to determine the power of her magic did not make sense to the trickster. Could they not see, with their eyes, when it was alive, or when it was not?  “I chare muh muhjic wiff hoomens oll te tyme.” Kyless bubbled, her words jumbled <em>against</em> the small stick the Doctor Toshiro pressed into her mouth. It tasted bad, and still smelled like <em>no</em>thing. She smacked her dark lips together when he removed it, before sneezing again. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster’s blue-grey fists <em>tightened</em> against and around the new, boring bracelets, and her golden eyes squeezed shut, as another cloud of bright red, and orange sparks left her nose and hovered between her, and the two others next to her. <em>The fuzz hurt.</em> It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. <br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She opened her big, golden eyes and looked at Ryusei as he said the pears were hers from the beginning. She blinked her long eyelashes at him, before turning to the Doctor Toshiro. “Ryusei <em>found</em> many dresses for me, Doctor Toshiro, and I <em>picked</em> this one. It is clear now, yes?” The trickster <em>sniffed</em> again and nodded, both agreeing with what Ryusei was telling, and refusing to elaborate on their story herself, as the Doctor Toshiro stuck a cold shiny thing in her ear. It felt strange. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She titled her horned head. The strange, metal stick should not have been there, in her ear, but Doctor Toshiro could wear Ryusei’s dress too if he wanted to. He could wear it right <em>now</em> in fact, Kyless just needed to let go of the new, boring bracelets and take it off- <br/><br/>“Orange Soap.” The trickster stated suddenly, and looked at the Doctor Toshiro, as if he’d <em>understand</em>. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless <em>was</em> cleaned here, in her cell, but always with <em>orange</em> <em>soap</em>. It smelled… bad, like a <em>bad</em>thing, and it make her blue-grey skin dry and squeaky. It was a medicine… <em>Medicine? No, medical. It was medical.</em> These silly humans had told her that once. Whatever medicine… <em>Medical</em> meant, Kyless did not care for it. It was… <em>not</em> the best soap. Not like the many different soap’s in the Descendant Ryusei’s <em>home</em>. They were of so many different colours, not just orange, and they made bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles. <em>They were so fun!</em> And so of course, the trickster had used them <em>all</em>, which meant she… must have <em>smelled</em> like them all. There was another hurt, smaller this time, as the Doctor Toshiro <em>poked</em> her. Her arm. <em>Again</em>. <em>Blood, blood, blood.</em> Thick and dark blue, almost black, it shimmered as it pooled. Holographic, like the Moon on the surface of the Ocean.<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster sniffed her arm, still holding the <em>boring</em>, new bracelets, still as she <em>could</em> be. Even now, Kyless smelled <em>no</em>thing. <em>But did she smell like a badthing? What did all of the Descendant Ryusei’s soaps smell like?</em> They could not have been worse than smelling like Orange Soap. <em>She did have a fun time, but it would be more fun if Marceline appeared.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. <em>Where was she?</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “The human Mallory cheated.” Kyless said this aloud now to the Doctor Toshiro, as she continued to glance from one side of her lumpy, bare, mattress to the <em>other</em>side, trying to hold her bracelets, and her sneezes that hurt, and seek for Marceline. “A cheater is the worst thing. She did not forget about me, she remembered me and then she left me. She thinks I am a <em>bad</em>thing, even when I allow you to make my magic to be small, yes? Do I get to keep…” Kyless was certain Marceline was close. <em>Was the fuzz making it hard to see, too?</em> The trickster pressed her dark blue lips together, slightly <em>distressed</em>. “Keep Ryusei. I get to keep Ryusei, now, yes?” She did not want to sit here anymore, she was tired of the poking, and the holding, and the sneezing. <em>It was heavy.</em> It was all heavy.<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster’s golden eyes widened in glee as Marceline swatted at her golden bells. She <em>was</em> here. Kyless knew it. The demoness looked over at the <em>not</em>-cat, who was currently small and very white. After a second, Kyless shook her head, as if <em>disagreeing</em> with something. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “I am not foolish, Marceline, I am fuzzy, remember?” The trickster raised her arm, the one with the Doctor Toshiro’s gift. The thing that made her fuzzy. The trickster knew there were many beds for Marceline to hide in. Five to be exact. The one they were seated on, and the other four, one in each wall of human glass. But Kyless was… too <em>exhausted</em> to look in all of them. But a win, was a win. And Marceline had won their game, <em>this</em> time, <em>this</em> day. This very, <em>long</em> day.<br/><br/><em>Click.</em> And then Toshiro’s gift was gone. All at once. And Kyless’ magic was…<br/><br/><em>Everywhere.</em> But all at once.<br/><br/>It started with her <em>fingers</em>, above where the Toshiro’s gift had been. They <em>disappeared</em>, then <em>reappeared</em>, becoming <em>un</em>-visible and visible so quickly it was like the trickster was… <em>glowing</em>. Shimmering. Sparkling. From those fingers down her arm, along her body, over everything, to her other hand. <em>Shimmer</em>, <em>shimmer</em>, <em>shimmer</em>. And the place around them was… her cell, <em>no</em>, a forest! <em>No</em>, a desert! <em>No</em>, a mountain cliff full of clouds! Each <em>second</em>, <em>some</em>thing else, <em>some</em>where else. <em>Flick</em>, <em>flick</em>, <em>flick</em>. <em>This</em>, <em>that</em>, <em>this</em>. Each second, her cell became <em>some</em>thing else, <em>some</em>thing full of color, and all the while her, the Doctor Toshiro, the Descendant Ryusei and Marceline were <em>in</em> it. Inside of it, these places. <em>Flick</em>, <em>shimmer</em>, <em>flick</em>, <em>shimmer</em>. <em>It was so much it was disorientating.</em><br/><br/>Especially to the trickster who couldn’t control her sudden surge of magic. Magic that had been fighting against the fuzz all morning. After 30-odd seconds she <em>swayed</em> and fell back on her lumpy mattress, <em>dropping</em> the other bracelets, the boring ones, as her cell became a cell and her skin became skin again. Normal and boring. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Ooooo….” Kyless muttered, very clearly <em>tired</em>. Her chest rose and fell heavily, like she was suddenly able to breathe, like she had been holding her breath for a long time before. She <em>blinked</em> a few times. Her nose was still pink, still sore. But she felt… better. Not Outside better, but still better. The fuzz wasn’t in her head anymore. She blinked again, eyeing Marceline. <em>The… bracelet was gone.</em><br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “I touch now (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15589741#msg15589741)!” Kyless chanted excitedly, and reached for Marceline, pulling the decidedly <em>not</em>-cat into her arms, rubbing her sore face all over Marceline, and Marceline’s soft fur. <em>Oh yes. Very soft. Marceline was the softest thing.</em> And now that Toshiro’s gift was gone, Kyless could touch Marceline! <em>Yes, indeed. Yes!</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster <em>giggled</em> and bubbled, holding Marceline up to her curled, ram-like horns with both of her hands so that the not-cat could scratch against them at her leisure. “Oh,” said Kyless after a minute, and sat up, placing Marceline on top of her head, in between her golden bells and her horns. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Ryusei,” the trickster kept Marceline perfectly balanced on her head like a crown, as if was somehow effortless, “this is Marceline. She is very powerful, and very soft. She requires one of your <em>soft</em>things if you intend on staying here, after <em>this</em> day.” Kyless nodded, but somehow still kept Marceline safe and content on her head, as if they had practiced it before. “I gave her one of my pillows, so I can stay. The Doctor Toshiro gives her many softthings, and otherthings, so he can stay, too.” The trickster looked up at Marceline, without moving her head. “Marceline, this is Ryusei. He is <em>bumpy</em>, not soft, but he played with me, at <em>Certainly</em>-<em>Not</em>-<em>Outside</em>, at a boring human ‘shopping’ place today, when no one else did. You would <em>not</em> have liked it there, Marceline. There were no trees! Sometimes, others underestimate Ryusei, like they do with you, Marceline, but he is still very kind. <em>See</em>?” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster leaned her head, down and out, so that Marceline was closer and at eye-level with the Descendant Ryusei. She hoped the Doctor Toshiro would let her keep the Descendant Ryusei, especially after wearing his gift like a <em>good</em>thing.</span>