<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>A night that was too dark.</em> It sounded like the beginning of a kind of greatstory, but at the same time the seated trickster wondered why the humans in it simply did not wait for the sun to appear and lead them home. Kyless did not flinch when Marceline decided to <em>wander</em> into her space unannounced. Marceline did so always. But <em>this</em> time, on <em>this</em> short human day, Marceline was <em>heavy</em>, not as heavy as the fuzz but still strangely heavy, and Kyless’ hands soon dropped from her pointed chin to cradle the sleeping Marceline in her grasp. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The small, not-cat had achieved a bed and the most sun. <em>Very clever indeed, Marceline.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>Kyless’ golden eyes drifted from Marceline to the Doctor Toshiro, she suddenly realized he was starring at Marceline <em>too</em>, and sitting next to her, enjoying the Outside on the otherside of the human glass. A small smile curved at the edges of Kyless’ dark lips as he mentioned her bracelet. Of course, she could <em>not</em> tell humans of the old laws. Of course, she could <em>not</em> tell the Doctor Toshiro that refusing a human gift was a far, <em>far</em>, foolish misstep, no matter <em>what</em> the gift was capable of. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless <em>sneezed</em> again, somewhere in between the payment of the Doctor Toshiro and the appearance of his curious small book. As the pink and yellow <em>spark</em> faded in front of her, she sniffed, but kept her bright, golden gaze on the too-white cloak of the Doctor Toshiro. <em>What other curiousthings did he keep in his pockets?</em> They must have been specialthings, if he always hid them from the Glear.<br/><br/>“Some demons, many demons, have sacredthings.” Kyless began, <em>thinking</em> of her bells but now <em>observing</em> the Outside on the otherside of the human glass, so close, and <em>speaking</em> of the Jollytwills. “The Valley of the Jollytwills is forever a sacredthing to the Last. Long, long ago, before your human time began, the Last perished the for the First time, the First One of the Jagraw to leave.” Beyond the human glass, the clouds shifted, moving along the sky that was not as perfect as the Jollytwill Valley, not as blue as the storytelling demoness, but still <em>blue</em>, in a way that held so much promise. “The Jagraw believe that the First One must watch over the… graves, is that the correct human term?” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless glanced back at the Doctor Toshiro, glanced back at his drawing, glanced back at Marceline who was revealing a <em>small</em> amount of her powerful and peculiar magic in her <em>sleep</em>. Her shape was then certainly <em>un</em>-cat, her fur was all colors, all perfect, all <em>familiar</em>, as if she was dreaming about the Jollytwills too.<br/><br/><em>Would the Doctor Toshiro blame Kyless’ small magic for what was truly Marceline’s?</em> As the trickster wondered, Kyless could feel Them watching, <em>other</em> humans, <em>other</em> silly humans in the hallway, staring at her. Staring at them. Staring at Marceline. She wished she could turn <em>un</em>-visible, like always. But within the silver, metallic, terrifying cell, her human tree had hurt too much. Hurt to see it <em>disappear</em>, too. And so Kyless <em>stayed</em> as she was. “The Jagraw are very big, with long necks, and long tails, and horns and claws, but very colorful… Like, a par-aide?" Again, the demoness tried another human word, wishing it was correct. “So when they die, they become <em>other</em>, great colors, impossible colors, all of the pretty colors of the Jollytwill Valley. And the First One must stay and… <em>guard</em> them. The graves?” Perhaps another small uncertainty. Not <em>in</em> her story, but in <em>how</em> it was told. “Especially because the Jollytwills are in a human place. <em>Here</em>, not <em>there</em>. I found them a long, long ago and met the First One, but by then he was also known as the Last. He had been the Last for the long, long, <em>long</em> time. The Last was completely lonely, but the <em>rules</em> of the Jagraw told he must stay, he must guard the Valley of the Jollytwills forever, that he must defend them with the cost of his next life.” Kyless <em>sneezed</em> again, and this time the resulting magical flare was all colors: red, blue, orange, green and purple, sparking wildly, then gone just as soon. <br/><br/>“The Jagraw had many, <em>many</em> rules.” Kyless added quietly, in between sniffs as she could not wipe her nose <em>and</em> cradle Marceline. Still, even with her small, magical <em>sneezes</em>, her bright, golden eyes looked through the <em>unfortunate</em> human glass, to the Outside. “Marceline is whirring.” She suddenly whispered, then looked at the Doctor Toshiro expectantly, as if waiting for him to scold her for the series of vibrations coming from the certainly <em>not</em>-cat. But her tale of the Jollytwills was not over yet. Only half-so.</span>