<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 | 10:30 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> The Too Curious Doctor Lary | Azmodiel, the Eternal Flame of Blackened Earth<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, <em>jingling</em>, and sneezing small, magical fireworks.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Causal, Mayan-like Clothes | Toshiro's Gift</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Certainly, this human place meant less to Kyless than her home!</em> Her home was not full of ugly, human glass that took away <em>sacred</em>things. “Yes,” the trickster said <em>determinedly</em>, still looking at what was left of Outside, still <em>lost</em>, “because my <em>home</em> is…” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless looked <em>up</em> at the Doctor Toshiro with eyes that were so <em>full</em> they were about to break open and burst as he spoke <em>bad</em>things of the Jagraw. <em>He… He promised to remember the Jagraw.</em> The Doctor Toshiro had promised to remember the story of the Jagraw and the Jollytwills, the story that she had <em>trusted</em> him, and <em>only</em> him, with. He was upset that she would only tell him of magic, but Kyless could not tell him of <em>other</em>things. She could not tell him. She <em>would</em> not tell him. She had to protect the things she would not tell him. “Oh.” She said, as if she was about to say something <em>more</em>, something <em>else</em>. But then that was it. That was the end. Kyless just looked back at the window, at the painful, human glass, at her Last view of Outside. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>The trickster did not understand that she had hurt Doctor Toshiro too, did not understand that this human God was a <em>sacred</em>thing that the Doctor Toshiro was trying to <em>trust</em> her <em>with</em>. But Kyless <em>did</em> understand, just then, just now, especially as the Doctor Toshiro spoke of Outside and where she was <em>truly</em> going, that she had been tricked. The ‘dance club’ was not Outside, and she was <em>not</em> going Outside now. She was not going to the Outside just beyond the human glass, just beyond the bright window her and Marceline still stayed in front of. <em>The Doctor Toshiro tricked her.</em> And he was <em>still</em> trying to trick her, because Kyless <em>knew</em> of trees that danced and wore leaves of many colors. She knew they were not special. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>“Seasons.” The trickster suddenly said quietly, with a small <em>sniff</em>, though she had <em>not</em> sneezed before it. Instead, she <em>sneezed</em> after it, after saying ‘seasons’, a word that was <em>human</em>, a word that she could not possibly know from being kept in a glass box for a year, beneath SOPHE’s headquarters. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her horned, blue head rocked forward, catching the sunlight as another ball of magic -- green, blue and gold -- swirled in front of Kyless, <em>above</em> the sleeping Marceline. As it disappeared, Kyless <em>sniffed</em> again, and reached her braceleted hand <em>up</em>, and out. Jingle, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She took two of Toshiro’s middle fingers in a <em>tight</em> hold, like a child who was being led <em>some</em>where else, somewhere they knew was <em>less</em> good than where they were now. Her full, golden eyes were still on the human glass, still on the Outside.<br/><br/><em>But this was how things were.</em> And today, <em>this</em> day, Kyless’ magic was too small to find <em>another</em> loop in how things were. The Doctor Toshiro had done that, too. “I do not know if Marceline will like ‘seasons’,” the glum, trickster added, and bent one leg over and out from Marceline so <em>carefully</em>, as if not to wake her, “’Seasons’ are badthings, I find, but maybe she will still like Outside, like I do, even with the badthings.” She moved her other blue leg, so Marceline gently rolled in between them, still in the bright, warm, sunshine spot she had been in all the while. Just <em>without</em> Kyless. Kyless had to <em>leave</em>. But Kyless still hoped that, even though the Doctor Toshiro had tricked her, that he was <em>not</em> tricking Marceline. He loved Marceline most of all. He would <em>not</em> trick Marceline. So, perhaps, when he took Marceline to the Outside, with the seasons, and whatever a ‘picnic basket’ was, that Kyless would <em>not</em> be allowed to come with Marceline and the Doctor Toshiro.<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster finally stood up in front of the window, saying goodbye to the Outside silently. She wiggled her toes on the cold, boring titled floor of the SOPHE’s headquarters, and the <em>tips</em> of them brushed along Marceline’s very <em>soft</em>, fluffy back. But there was Azmodiel, and others, SOPHE others, for her to <em>follow</em>. <em>At least she knew of the human Mallory. At least the human Mallory would remember her.</em> And… May be… The <em>rewards</em> the Doctor Toshiro had mentioned before would be <em>better</em>. Her bedding, something small she wanted, and something Toshiro wanted to give to her. <em>Maybe his next gift would make her less fuzzy.</em> It was… best, to be less fuzzy. “Azmodiel will have many more rules for me, I think,” the trickster still held Toshiro’s two middle fingers, and she swung their arms a little, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, just a small sway. A small, resilient bit of <em>fun</em>. “Azmodiel cares for silly humans, and rules keep <em>cared</em>things safe, yes? Yes, I know. I know, I know, I know.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her small, golden bells rang out against her curled, grey horns as Kyless walked beside the Doctor Toshiro, the superior trickster, the <em>human</em> who was able to take away <em>demon</em> magic, the human who was the wisest Rulemaker yet, she did not look back at the view of Outside. Not even once. Because may be, just may be, she was following <em>her</em> rules, the Old Laws, well enough that other <em>good</em>things would come back to her soon.</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">END OF SCENE</span></div>