<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Between Time and Outside</span></strong></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 | 9:30 AM <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, Main Floor, Seated in Front of a Large, Bright Window<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Smart and Strange Doctor Toshiro and his Peculiar Marceline<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, <em>jingling</em>, and sneezing small, magical fireworks.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her bells, her usual, Mayan-like clothes, and Toshiro's gift.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>The Doctor Toshiro wanted to know more about the Last?</em> A small smile crept on the dark blue edges of Kyless’ lips as he stopped her gaze from falling, <em>catching</em> it somehow. The trickster knew what the Doctor Toshiro wanted immediately, what it was that he was <em>searching</em> so desperately for. The human word ‘friend’. Or perhaps ‘family’. Or maybe ‘beloved’. But… These were all <em>human</em> terms, complicated and… <em>not</em>-correct. Not here. Not with the Last. <em>And</em>things needed to be correct with the Last. “I only met the Last three times. The first to see his burden, the last to break it, and the <em>middle</em>... I suppose the middle does not matter, for it was due to <em>my</em> troubles then, and not <em>his</em>. But Demons… <em>We</em> are not like humans, Doctor Toshiro. Time is not the same for us. Humans… You become close with more <em>time</em>, yes? But for us, time is endless, and full of twists, and turns and loops. It is so easy to get lost in, that we do not use time to measure closeness. We do not use time to become <em>ad</em>-<em>ja</em>-<em>cent</em>. Instead we use our <em>magic</em>.” The Doctor Toshiro was close to her now, <em>ad</em>-<em>ja</em>-<em>cent</em> even. He was upset and did not wish to be. The trickster did not wish for the Doctor Toshiro to be upset either.<br/><br/>Kyless paused, and swirled air her dark blue cheeks. She had confused the Doctor Toshiro. He spoke as if the Jagraw were <em>some</em>times alone. But the Last was never alone, only <em>lonely</em>, in a different form than the Rest. <em>She was not telling the story of the Jawgraw very good. But how could she tell something without show?</em> Her magic was small today, <em>this</em> day. She could not show the Doctor Toshiro <em>any</em>thing, let alone his <em>wrong</em>things. Kyless let the air <em>pop</em> out of her cheeks, letting her dark blue lips audibly bubble and fizz with frustration.  “Pff….” Humans did not have magic. <em>How did she teach magic to a human, a human who spoke a different, tricky language?</em> Kyless wrinkled her nose at the human glass, golden eyes still on the Outside on the <em>other</em>side, never leaving, not yet, savoring their naturalistic view for a moment more. “There!” <br/><br/>The trickster exclaimed and pointed to a new cloud in the blue sky, on the <em>other</em>side of the human glass, drifting and floating along an <em>unseen</em> path. “Do you see it? See the change? That cloud was not there before, but the Jollytwill Valley is always the <em>same</em>. No change. Not ever. Because it is <em>not</em> made of <em>those</em>things,” the trickster gestured to the Outside, the sky, the moving clouds, but still refrained from touching the ugly, human glass with her hand, “it is made of <em>magic</em>. The Last’s magic, and all the other Jollytwills. He guards them, yes? But with magic, so you cannot… It is like a door, yes?” Kyless suddenly chimed, angling her blue body towards Toshiro, her words gaining both pace and confidence. “But an <em>unseen</em> door, unless the Last <em>allows</em> the door to be seen. He let me see in. He let me inside, a <em>sacred</em>thing, a <em>sacred</em>place, <em>remember</em>? At my start, our middle, and his end, each time, the Last let me through the door. He wanted me there, wanted me to see his magic. Knew what I was, <em>remember</em>?” <br/><br/>The trickster repeated her earlier phrase, trying to get the Doctor Toshiro to follow her. <em>These humans always followed her magic.</em> But they often got lost following her <em>words</em>, even when she wanted them to stay on the path. “The Last <em>wanted</em> to be free, but very few could free him, because of the many, <em>many</em> rules of the Jagraw, <em>remember</em>? Just me. Because of what I am. The Jollytwill Valley is made of magic like a…” the trickster's bare shoulders raised, getting more excited, getting close to the <em>correct</em> word. The correct <em>human</em> word.  “A…” Kyless’ dark brow furrowed, and her golden eyes narrowed in uncertainty. “A…” Hot air puffed out her blue cheeks again, but the trickster quickly released it, loudly. “I… do not know the human word for this.” Her blue shoulders dropped, and she looked away, <em>down</em> in shame. Her golden eyes <em>now</em>, finally, drifting over and over the Doctor Toshiro’s recreation of the Jollytwills still in his lap, in his special notebook. <em>They were not dots.</em> They were Jagraw. “I am disappointing to the Last because I cannot tell his story. I knew before, indeed, as it is a hard story to tell, the story of the Last, so I told no one. Only <em>you</em>, Doctor Toshiro. Only because Marceline likes the Jollytwills the most and…” And because Marceline showed Kyless <em>her</em> magic, even when she hid it from the Doctor Toshiro, who loved her the most. Marceline trusted Kyless, so Kyless would trust Marceline, who approved of the Doctor Toshiro, even though the Doctor Toshiro kept Kyless lonely <em>some</em>times and made her magic small <em>some</em>times.</span>