<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, Elevator, Going Up &gt; Main Floor (Outside is Close!)<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;">The weary trickster wondered why it was that the Doctor Toshiro needed a short day also. <em>He was free. He could do whateverthings he wished. He could have fun whenever he wished.</em> Kyless rubbed her forehead again, with her braceleted hand, still recovering from her earlier, magical sneeze that made her joyous tree disappear. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She dropped her arm and studied the un-comfortable Doctor Toshiro next. He was recovering too, but not from attempting to <em>use</em> small magic. He was un-comfortable from trying to <em>avoid</em> it. “How can we <em>understand</em>, when I fear things that <em>are</em>, and you fear otherthings that <em>could</em> be?” Kyless leaned her head out of the elevator, her newest cell, the most boring, most cold and most isolated cell, as the Doctor Toshiro held it <em>open</em>. The trickster was grateful for him then, and some human times before.<br/><br/><em>But he was still afraid of her.</em> Kyless <em>already</em> knew that the Doctor Toshiro was afraid of her, though. Afraid of what she <em>could</em> do, and likely afraid of what she <em>could</em> <em>not</em> do too. But her latest broken illusion was of nothing but a tree, and a <em>human</em> tree. <em>It was meant to be warm, not afraid.</em> The un-steady, silver steel around her made Kyless afraid. Her bare, blue-grey toes stayed on said metal floor of the elevator, as she continued to lean cautiously out of her terrible new cell. Her wide, golden eyes peered left then right down the strange, never-ending hallways of her captor’s headquarters, as if looking for some<em>thing</em>. Maybe a some<em>one</em>. Instead, she found --<br/><br/>Kyless suddenly dashed out of the terrifying elevator with renewed energy. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>But the trickster did <em>not</em> run away. Instead, the skipped towards a series of large, floor-to-ceiling windows directly across from her newest cell, and Marceline, and the Doctor Toshiro. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her many small, golden bells <em>rattled</em> with each sway and swish, playful and full of joy. <em>Because on the otherside of this human glass was The Outside.</em> She reached out with her braceleted hand, as if about to touch the glass. Then suddenly she stopped, hand raised, as if catching <em>light</em> instead. “This is real…” The trickster said softly, seemingly to herself. Then she immediately flopped down on the cool, tilled floor in front of the window, and crossed her legs. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She rested her elbows in her lap, her palms on her chin, as if she were a human child observing something wonderful.<br/><br/>And maybe that was all the sun and trees and grass and clouds were to the centuries old trickster. Somewhere in <em>that</em> time, for <em>some</em> of those many days, Kyless <em>had</em> believed that humans could <em>understand</em>. But then someone she trusted with her entire heart told her to <em>un-believe</em>. And since then, <em>understanding</em> was the only thing that the trickster did <em>not</em> believe in. Kyless kept her head forward, attached to The Outside on the otherside of the glass. She was <em>remembering</em>. Remembering what The Outside appeared like. How colorful, how wild, how alive, how fun. “Can we stay here for a just a small amount of human time, Dr. Toshiro?” Kyless called back, still not-looking at him, <em>savoring</em> her view of The Outside that she knew would be taken away soon. <em>Always soon.</em> <br/><br/>“I can tell you the information you seek while we sit.” Kyless continued, still marveling at her view through the glass. <em>The Jollytwills were pretty.</em> She had had just as many questions as the fretful Doctor Toshiro when she first wandered into them too, the imperfect, perfect, purple flowers. “But…” the trickster suddenly cautioned, “there is a price to know of The Jollytwill Valley.” It was a <em>very</em> important price. So important that the impish trickster sounded strangely and suddenly <em>serious</em>. “You must <em>remember</em> what you learn of The Jollytwill Valley, until when your human time is <em>dust</em>, even when <em>other</em>things forget. Especially when <em>other</em>things forget. Is this price too big, Dr. Toshiro?” Kyless still had not-looked at him, or his Marceline.<br/></span>