<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 | 11:00 AM <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> City Streets, Outside Many Shops<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Silver Sandman (Albion) | The Human Lily | The Young Fox Demon Nerissa | The Descendant, Ryusei | The Human Mallory | The Human Leasick<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The Others, All of Them and Every One<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, <em>jingling</em>, and sneezing small, magical fireworks.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Casual Dress (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/41/24/20/4124208ec8b34b58d62fc6af64763fb1.jpg) | Bare Feet | Toshiro's Anti-Magic Bracelet</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Bullet hole? Black box?</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster tilted her head back and forth at the Descendant’s <em>friends</em>. There certainly were a lot of peculiar human words today, <em>this</em> day. <br/><br/>For a mere moment, Kyless allowed her bright, golden gaze to wander about them all, these silly humans, <em>friends</em> of the Descendant. One dark, blue eyebrow furrowed at the Silver Sandman, who gave her no proper introduction but instead a warning; another rule in <em>this</em> new game. “Endless possibilities,” Kyless answered the human Lily simply, sniffling slightly but still smiling, the curve on her dark lips perhaps a little <em>too</em> big. Unfortunately, today, <em>this</em> day, was not the time to display her magic. Even if it was un-small, and this human Lily seemed <em>oh so curious</em> and excited, the Silver Sandman made it clear today, <em>this</em> day, was not the time of human time. <em>Soon though.</em> Always soon.<br/><br/>“Be cautious of the Sandman, little Fox.” Kyless added, letting Nerissa <em>disappear</em> as quickly as she had come, and with it her boundless enthusiasm, as if she were suddenly lost. Nerissa had lost <em>some</em>thing, something that held her balance and kept her mind free. Now Nerissa was <em>stuck</em>, traveling down dark paths and misty loops. Stuck because Kyless, <em>some</em>one to trust, was something these silly humans shunned. <em>Had the Fox Demon learned that she was only an exception in their games, and not a rule?</em> Always soon. “Not all sleep carries peaceful dreams.” Nerissa, against Kyless’ past, knew and <em>appeared</em> to admire the Silver Sandman. Though this seemed like a… <em>misstep</em> to the trickster, Kyless had other concerns.<br/><br/>“Azmodiel, yes, I know.” Her golden, bright eyes wandered back to Ryusei, a Shadow Demon, of War and Long-Told Power. She <em>sneezed</em> again, releasing a flare of magic, blue, red and yellow. She used the Doctor Toshiro’s cloth to wipe her swollen nose before speaking again, as if nothing had occurred. The Descendant deserved far <em>greater</em>things than small magic today, <em>this</em> day. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “But I know only as much as the Doctor Toshiro allows of me. This training you and the sad, human Mallory speak of,” Kyless began, falling into step beside the said weak human Mallory and the other, newest human Leasick, ad-ja-cent to Ryusei, the Descendant. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Is it for another one of Azmodiel’s wars?” Perhaps the old War Demon had finally decided to have some fun again. It would be… <em>unfortunate</em>, for SOPHE, and these many, silly humans though. <br/><br/>Kyless wondered if that was why the human Kevin was <em>here</em>. To protect the human Mallory from Azmodiel’s next war. <em>That was most certainly a misstep too.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “<em>This</em> game…” the trickster paused, still walking, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, but listening too. She did want to play <em>this</em> game, but it was gaining more and more rules as the day, <em>this</em> day, became strangely long. At least the human Leasick did not have any rules, even if his scent was strange and of two separate <em>some</em>things. “I have clothes. I do not understand why I need <em>other</em> clothes. Will they help me turn un-visible again? I will turn un-visible if Azmodiel seeks another war. It is best if we <em>all</em> do so, truly.” The demoness peered her golden eyes ahead at the human Mallory and the human Leasick. At least the human Leasick was not sad or weak, just rotten.</span>