<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 | 9:00 AM <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, Kyless' Cell (Technically) | Giant, Glowing Mushroom Cave (Illusionary)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Doctor Toshiro, the Observant Human Gargoyle Doctor, and Marceline <br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The human Mallory, and the human Kevin, and Azmodiel, who aids these silly humans despite his herald to Zelkova<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, and still <em>jingling</em>.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her bells, and her usual, Mayan-like clothes.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Jingle</em>. Kyless titled her head. <em>Jingle</em>. <em>Jingle</em>. And watched as both the Too Curious Doctor Lary and her Human Humdrum Shadow Servant left her alone again. <em>Lucky?</em> The trickster was not so certain. “Goodbye for now then, humans who sleep adjacent <em>together</em>,” Kyless mused, watching from her lowly mattress, watching her play escape her cage and into the free world with an ease that she longer for, but was never granted. Now alone, the blue-grey demon formed another pout on her dark lips, falling back on her mattress amongst her illusions of giant, glowing, purple and blue mushrooms. She sighed, a heavy breath, one that rose her breasts to upwards, towards the top of the illusionary cavern, and then let them fall back down, against her ribcage. And just like that, human time became <em>nothingness</em> once more. <br/><br/>But the trickster was far from alone. A glint, a flash, a prance of grey up high, and <em>impossibly</em> so. So much impossibility that Kyless’ golden eyes widened, and she sat up on her empty, lumpy mattress again. “Oh, hello Marceline,” her soft voice sang in both greeting and recognition to the small, furry creature that was <em>peculiar</em>, even to the imaginative trickster, “were you hiding from the dull human Kevin too?” She was always hiding, the small creature, but not within Kyless’ illusions, not like Kyless did when she became invisible. No, <em>Marceline</em>, despite Kyless’ illusions lacking both tactile and physical form, hide <em>on</em> them, as if they were <em>real</em>, as if they could somehow hold weight and meaning like real places did. The trickster blinked her golden eyes, lowering them back to the now, <em>unfortunately</em>, closed glass door of her cell, just as a <em>fourth</em> visitor entered. “But if you are here Marceline, then He will soon be here too. Hello, Doctor Toshiro.”</span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/4c/bf/884cbf53c4e1e2f92d6cca255a4309e8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Kyless was never aware of how Marceline entered her closed cell - nor how she left it. Marceline was a spell in her own right, a <em>magic</em> that even Kyless, a Disciple of the Great and Wondrous Calder, Magician of the Dark Arts, could <em>not</em> comprehend. But the Other Doctor, the Gargoyle, the One Who Was Always Watching, he <em>always</em> appeared when Kyless anticipated, despite his existing on a schedule that also had no concept of human time. <em>Always</em> working, <em>always</em> watching. “The Garden of the Nosthervim is a bad place for anyone. Demon, human, or Marceline.” Kyless began, as the furry, grey creature, of which she <em>was</em> certain was <em>not</em> a cat, jumped to one of her remaining, precious pillows and then to the Other Doctor, who appeared withered and bothered today, <em>this</em> day. Marceline's bell <em>jingled</em> a bit too, all the way back to Toshiro. Kyless wondered when he would begin to scold her, <em>undeservingly</em>, for taking Marceline, another trickster, <em>his</em> trickster away from him. But Kyless smiled her dark lips at Toshiro all the same, a smile that was genuine and soft, standing on her long, colored legs on her sad mattress. “But this is not the real Garden of the Nosthervim, Doctor Toshiro, but you know that from before.” Despite what this human thought, Marceline was always safe on Kyless’ illusions. <em>Perhaps, due to her own magic, even safer than Kyless.</em> The demoness stood and took several bare-footed strides towards the Disheveled Other Doctor, and with each step forward, a giant mushroom vanished in front her, as if creating an ordinary path between them. The trickster and her Doctor.<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. As she approached Toshiro, the Garden of the Nosthervim opened even more and <em>parted</em> at her bare feet, like a crack down the middle, the illusionary landscape squishing to the sides of the glass cell they were now, <em>both</em>, trapped inside. <em>His first sentence confused her.</em> The human named Mallory had only spent a few breaths with her, before Azmodiel asked for her aid, and, surprisingly, the human named Kevin's aid, too. <em>Was the Doctor Toshiro looking for her opinion of Azmodiel, the Disciple of Zelkova, Forged in Steel and Conquest?</em> Perhaps then she simply wouldn’t give it. “You and I both know I do not get awake ‘Outside Time’ without giving you something first.” Her golden eyes fell to the silver briefcase in his other hand, the hand that was not clutching dearly to his Marceline, wondering what was inside and if it meant she would <em>not</em> be awake much longer. “Do you wish to know what the Garden of the Nosthervim <em>truly</em> is, Doctor Toshiro?” The trickster clasped her hands behind her back, gazing at him with equal parts play and expectancy. In the last few months, Toshiro had often asked for her knowledge of other demons, and best of all, their magic. Something that only a Disciple of Calder would know. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.</span>