<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</strong></span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro | Date Marceline<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:30AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>City Streets<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kyless, Ryusei | Mentions: Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Toshiro is currently wearing a cream colored graphic t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2292/0133/products/B_wander_640x.jpg?v=1571609586), dark cerulean cargo shorts and running shoes, a Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters' insignia ball cap, and a pair of over-ear headphones with a stark white frame around his neck. A canvas messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, its surface almost entirely consisting of patches and buttons from an assortment of cartoons, movies, bands, and video games. | Marceline is wearing a red nylon collar with a black nickel bell.<br/><hr/>As Toshiro had been busy enough examining Kyless, he had thought little of Ryusei's first remark regarding Marceline's potential presence within the confines of Kyless' cell. With a tone of mounting exasperation that largely spoke of how tired the scientist was in regards to answering questions about his definitely cat, he replied, “Sometimes she follows people in. Me, guards, Mal, and anyone with the right clearance. It's all on the camera feed. The guards might tell you different, but they're just paranoid from standing around underground all day watching everyone staying in the cells." This wasn't a judgment on Toshiro's part, the reality was simply that the SOPHE agents who kept patrol on this floor often spent hours ill at ease for being surrounded by the sights of demons who could end their lives in any number of gruesome ways should the cells prove unable to hold.<br/><br/>Frowning slightly at Kyless' assertion that she had been sharing her magic, he replied slowly as he considered his words, “Sharing is... let me clear up what I said before. People like it when you share things with them that they like. There's a a lot of times where your magic is amazing, when you share a place with someone with as much detail as you do? That's something many would enjoy.” Then shaking his head with a sigh he added, “But when you either trick them into wandering into danger or show them something they don't want to see? That's less sharing and more forcing your magic on to others.” Turning his gaze towards Ryusei, Toshiro raised his eyebrows before asking, “Isn't that right Ryusei?” He knew it was somewhat manipulative to use someone Kyless had clearly grown an attachment to to help drive his point home, but he would use any possible avenue he could to get his lesson across to Kyless.<br/><br/>Immediately on hearing Ryusei admit that the two had made a brief retreat to the Tetsuda household, Toshiro couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose between tightly shut eyes, a tinge of annoyance lacing a voice full of disappointment, “Thank you for not hiding this Ryusei. Don't get me wrong, it was all kinds of dangerous for you to seperate for the rest of the group. I'm sure Mallory made it clear how dangerous Kyless can be, even without the use of her powers.” Opening his eyes to once regard the pair in silence for a moment he continued in a far more friendly tenor, “If you get it in your head to do something like that again, just make sure you call into someone higher up the ladder. Don't get me wrong, I'm the last person to tell you to let someone stop you from doing what you know is a good idea, but at the very least let someone get ready in case you're actually just being a dumbass and they need to clean up after you.”<br/><br/>Toshiro had to laugh at Ryusei both offering the scientist his mother's accompaniment on a shopping trip on top of complimenting Toshiro's long legs. “Well aren't you sweet? I mean if the dress is your mom's, she's definitely got good taste. I'm up for a shopping trip if she is.” While he genuinely appreciated the compliment, Toshiro was too involved with Kyless' checkup to attempt an exploratory flirt in response. That and it didn't take a genius to read the looks and choice of words shared between his patient and her temporary guardian.<br/><br/>The scientist's mood rapidly soured at Ryusei's questioning whether Kyless was able to bath or shower often, however before he had a chance to defend his damaged pride, Kyless spoke up regarding the<em>'Orange Soap.'</em>Nodding at this Toshiro explained with an effort to restrain his annoyance towards Ryusei for Kyless' sake, “We've had issues with magic users finding a way to use the bits of plants in naturally scented soaps, and I'm not sure how certain synthetic chemicals would interact with the bodies of some of our more alien guests. The orange soap is... it's an absolute wonder of inoffensive chemical blandness.” Scratching the back of his head in mild acquiescence he added, “It's a pretty boring smell, I won't lie, but it's better than hurting, or giving someone staying here, the ability to hurt others.” With the briefest hint of low tide and paint thinner emitting from Kyless' blood, Toshiro couldn't help but smile in nostalgia as he gently placed the vial into the padding of the final silver transportation cylinder.<br/><br/>A large frown spread across Toshiro's face at the pair's statements regarding Mallory's negligence. He was well aware that there were details regarding Mallory's life that were unfit to bring into this conversation, but it wouldn't keep him from defending his assistant to some degree, even if she had acted inappropriately. “When someone breaks the rules without knowing them, that's... I wouldn't call it cheating. I'd call it making a mistake. It doesn't change that her mistake hurt you, and she's gonna find a way to make up for that, but I know that wasn't what she meant to do.” Shaking his head at Kyless belief that Mallory thought of her as a<em>badthing</em>Toshiro added with certainty, “I'd say it's the opposite, she probably trusts you more than anyone at SOPHE. That's why she thought it would be safe to leave you with her brother here." To her final point he added, “It's not a<em>goodthing</em>to keep someone without asking them, so that's really something you got to talk to Ryusei about.” Turning towards Ryusei, the scientist gave the young agent a sly smile, “How about it Ryusei? Can she keep you?”<br/><br/>On hearing Ryusei's report of the arcanometer, Toshiro scratched his chin thoughtfully for a moment before looking at the bracelet with a pronounced sigh of resignation. “So it kept going down, little by little huh. That's a very<em>badthing.</em>” Looking at the antique devices display in consideration for a moment he added, “That leaves me with two options: Turn down the restraint level of the bracelet and hope the impact to Kyless' health remains negligible in the future, or play it safe and keep the bracelet off of her permanently. This second point would mean she'd have to stay in here until the bosses say otherwise.” These last words were dripping with an obvious disdain for the idea as they spoke to a deep seated disagreement Toshiro held with upper management. They believed that those occupying the cells needed to be behaviorally rehabilitated before they could be allowed to leave their confines, whereas Toshiro knew any resentment the cells occupants had towards their captors would only grow in the presence of overly tight constraints.<br/><br/>There was actually a great deal of relief in seeing Kyless' powers so quickly bounce back on the bracelet's removal. While Toshiro had run countless experiments over nearly a decade to ensure that the device wouldn't have any lingering affect on it's wearer, he couldn't help but feel a vast mixture of pride and released tension at the sight of the illusions dancing around the trickster's body. For the first few all encompassing illusions this happiness even managed to serve as a bulwark against what began to set in to the researcher's mind as Kyless' magic continued to run rampant across and seemingly beyond her cell. He knew where the door was, even in spite of the radically changing environments, and instinctively he stepped back towards it as a desert stretching far into the horizon shifted into a sea of clouds swaddling a colossal mountain. However it wasn't long before his keen recollection couldn't be accessed for the assailing flood of visual information that ceaselessly wreaked havoc on his senses.<br/><br/><em>Plains, was the tall grass an impossible mixture of orange and blue? Yellow cloud drifting over head had an uncanny similarity to Tsunomaki Watame.</em>Toshiro felt the wall press against his back, but it was wrong, there was no wall.<em>An endless ocean above and below him, countless eyes of ruby and amber staring unblinking at him. Not countless. 138,273,573 eyes. It was a an odd number.</em>Legs giving way beneath him, he slid slowly on to the floor, his hand tightly seizing around his knees in an effort to anchor himself in physical sensation.<em>A colossal cave, stalagmites and tites grasping hold of each other, sliding along one anothers' glowing surfaces before trading places, a dazzling light show emanating uniquely from within each one without pattern: blue to green to red to yellow to green to purple to blue to magenta to a canyon whose two sides moved as if passing one another by, their surfaces raising and falling as if connected to some immense stride...</em><br/><br/>Even as the images stopped for Kyless to interact with Marceline, Toshiro simply sat frozen in the corner of the cell and stared ahead, his mouth wordlessly moving in an effort to help internalize the visual weight of what he'd scene, and every microscopic detail that Kyless had been able to remarkably recreate. He seemed scarcely aware of the presence of the other two in the cell, his faculties all dedicated towards the task of filing away what he'd just seen without the option to do otherwise. On seeing this, Marceline untangled herself from Kyless' horns and scurried down the trickster's side, claws finding purchase in the black dress while also digging slightly into blue grey skin as if in reproach. Then after crossing the room with a expediency rarely seen from the definitely feline, Marceline forced her head beneath the researcher's head, encouraging him to instinctively run his fingers over her soft orange fur.