<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) | The Jollytwill Valley (Illusionary)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Doctor Toshiro, the Observant Human Gargoyle Doctor, and Marceline <br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Doctor Toshiro's Human Superior, the One the Humans All Call Oei<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;">Unbeknownst to Sir Doctor Gargoyle, the trickster <em>scowled</em> when he closed his eyes. A big scowl, one that was full of both anger and regret. <em>Perhaps some of these humans, after many, many times, had become less silly, after all.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. He asked if she understood, the less silly human, as he took her gift and placed it, unfortunately, on a truly <em>real</em> glass wall of her cell. For a second nothing. But then something, <em>something</em> that made the trickster flinch. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. All of her little golden bells rattled against her dark, curled horns as she stiffened. She understood. <em>Null-lee-fi, yes, indeed.</em> Her magic, instead of something, would become <em>nothing</em>. That was his gift today, <em>this</em> day. “You seek to make me boring, Doctor Toshiro.” Kyless stated, rather calmly, almost out of place. In the same moment, Marceline hid from her clever but scared human in protest. She made noise too. Marceline was very upset that the Doctor Toshiro had ruined Kyless' not-real Garden of the Nosthervim. The trickster blinked her golden eyes, and turned, watching as the Doctor Toshiro tempted the her with some kind of human food. Or at least, <em>something</em> that smelled like human food.<br/><br/>Marceline rejected that, too. Marceline did not want kind words, or curious human food. She wanted to play, to hide, to disappear. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster listened as the Doctor Toshiro spoke about her jewelry more. He hid her gift in his white, lumpy jacket. She wondered if his jacket was as lonely as her cold mattress. She pressed her dark lips together, another small pout, as the Doctor Toshiro gave her a not-real choice, said she was a Nosthervim. He may have been annoyed, but she was certainly <em>not</em> a Nosthervim. It was now clear to Kyless that threatening to anger his human superior was too far, too beyond their newest game. Because now Toshiro was threatening to take Outside away, <em>again</em>, and for how long <em>this</em> human time she had no way of knowing. Not while trapped in here, her cell, her cage. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless’ gaze fell from Toshiro with a kind of <em>sadness</em>. Instead, she looked around at her illusion, her Garden of the Nosthervim. Sad because she did not understand why Toshiro never wanted to play with her. <em>Even on today, this day, he had won their game unfairly, and admittedly too soon.</em></span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/99/6e/82996ef042cbd1656ead3e55516a3608.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. As her disappointed gaze drifted from one corner of her cell to another, the Garden of the Nosthervim began to shift. Not back into her unremarkable cell, but to something <em>else</em>. Something great, and green, and purple. Something moving, and shifting, and delicate. A <em>valley</em>, similar to places humans knew and yet <em>not</em>. Too perfect to be, grassy, wooden hills too high and clouded sky too blue. And at their feet, both <em>hers</em>, and <em>Toshiro’s</em>, his closer to the glass door of her cell, and all around Kyless’ lowly, lumpy mattress, was a sea of <em>purple</em>. A sea that waved, a sea that sighed. Full of purple flowers, like lavender, but not quite.<br/><br/>“Come <em>out</em> Marceline, the Jollytwills are back.” Kyless chimed softly, standing among them, the Jollytwills, the purple flowers. She’d done this illusion <em>before</em>, this landscape, this place, to cover up her <em>boring</em> cell. And in those times before, Marceline was always fond of the Jollytwills, the tall purple flowers. Easy to hide in, easier to chase. <em>At least Marceline wanted to play today, this day.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>“Your human superior does not require Sally. She requires me, because I know demons and their demonic magic, and there are both at whatever you call a dance club.” Kyless turned back to Toshiro, her golden gaze sharp, but not at all threatening. He was trying to trick <em>her</em>, and the trickster <em>knew</em> so, but she was not annoyed. He had no need to trick her when he had what she wanted most of all. 'Outside Time'. “I have not been Outside in…” the demoness did not know, of course, not for certain. “I must go again, <em>Toshiro</em>, even if you will make me boring. Even if I would rather be made asleep than boring.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. A small smile, still <em>sad</em> at its edges, crept on Kyless’ dark lips. She folded her hands in front of her, as an offering, gentle and calm, and waiting for her bracelet, her collar. The old laws said demons could never ask for a gift from a human. It had to be given freely.</span>