<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 and Too Smart and Very Afraid Human Doctor, and Marceline <br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, and still <em>jingling</em>.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her bells, her usual, Mayan-like clothes, and Toshiro's gift.</span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/99/6e/82996ef042cbd1656ead3e55516a3608.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">If Marceline enjoyed the not real Jollytwills, the Doctor Toshiro certainly did not. “That certainly appears like a lot of human time,” Kyless said carefully, golden eyes observing only him, despite Marceline’s play. Observing his freeze, his stumble, his worry. <em>His words were unsteady too.</em> For a not-so-silly human who hated games, Toshiro certainly played a great many of them. <em>Why would he remember the amount of human time since she was last allowed Outside?</em> It was a curious thing. The trickster stayed quiet as the Doctor Toshiro unveiled her gift once more, and opened it for her. Her arm felt funny in his grasp. Humans were so pale, especially this one, and especially how scared he was. Kyless blinked as <em>his</em> gift - <em>her</em> bracelet - was sealed into place against her blue-grey skin. It was a strange weight, this gift.<br/><br/>And for a moment, nothing. Nothing at all, but certainly <em>boring</em>. Kyless kept her golden gaze wide and sharp on the bracelet, as Toshiro pressed something. The trickster wondered what would happen if she pressed some of the buttons on her gift too. She could still envision the Jollytwills, the too perfect Valley, with the too perfect sky and hills and lush beauty. She could still <em>see</em> it, in her mind, but it was now… fuzzy. <em>The edges were fuzzy.</em> As if she could not focus on them, as if they went nowhere, all at once. <em>Toshiro’s gift made her magic and her games fuzzy. Null-lee-fi meant fuzzy.</em> Marceline vocalized her sorrow and Kyless blinked, gazing about her cell, now nothing but a cage, of glass and white and boring. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. <em>What was… 'in store'? What store could require this amount of blandness?</em> Her nose was suddenly <em>tingly</em>. Tingly just a little, then a lot.<br/><br/>“No, Doctor Toshiro,” Kyless paused, and sniffed, softly, trying to get rid of the tingling, “your gift does not hurt me now.” She sniffed again, raising her dark head a little. <em>Jingle</em>. She wrinkled her nose. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She sniffed and <em>jingled</em> a few more times. His arms were in the space around her and it was odd. <em>Was his gift supposed to hurt, if not now then soon?</em> The trickster sniffed yet again. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She shook her head slowly, hoping it would make the tingling disappear like her not-real Jollytwills. Her face felt tight, and her golden eyes dry. She wondered if the bracelet had magic too. It was all so new and ordinary and sad. “I only wish to wander <em>Outside</em>, Doctor Toshiro,” Kyless added, now glum and soft. <em>Sniff</em>. <em>Jingle</em>. “So if <em>you</em> are going Outside, then I will,” she squinted, then wrinkled her round, blue-grey nose as the tingling became more, “stay <em>ad</em>-<em>ja</em>-<em>cent</em> with you.” The tingling made her sweet voice nasally. The tingling also made her raise her hand, the one with Toshiro’s strange bracelet, and wipe her nose. Her head hung an inch lower as she walked close to the Doctor Toshiro and his not-cat Marceline. It was heavier now with disappointment and fuzz. <br/><br/>It wasn’t until she got to the very real, very boring, and very <em>open</em> glass door to her cell, that the trickster <em>sneezed</em> for the first time. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. A soft, short sneeze, but one that ended with a spark, a brightly colored burst of something, of some of her magic left behind.</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">END SCENE</span></div>