<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/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro | Date Marceline<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Main Floor<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kyless | Mentions: Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, but with a few more wrinkles in his clothing and a far more disheveled head of hair. | A red nylon collar with a small golden bell<br/><hr/>It was somewhat disheartening to not hear Kyless pay any heed to his quip regarding Amaterasu as Toshiro had often wondered if the dieties of his youth would be known among demon kind for the myths detailing interactions between the two. While this was not immediate rejection of his hope, the thought that a demon as old as Kyless didn't recognize the name was unfortunate. Still, as Kyless herself may have stated among her somewhat meandering methods of communication, time was not similarly experienced by humans and demons. “Amaterasu, Kyless. There are many words that don't matter but there are those that believe this one is a sacred<em>thing</em>, right? Amaterasu. Some believe she's responsible for how warm it is up here, so it's best to stay on her good side.” He wasn't at all offended by the mispronunciation, but he felt that he owed the attempt to those in his family who might be. As to what he felt might be a touch of misinformation in regards to the sun, it was only fair for him to exchange a tale for a tale, even if his may not have been as valid as Kyless'<br/><br/>Tilting his head in momentary consideration of Kyless' point regarding the options the travelers in the dark may have had regarding following a knowledgeable source or hiding until morning, he could certainly see the benefits to what she proposed. However in the end he couldn't help but shake his head in rejection of the ideas, “The path anybody has walked on a thousand times may not be the same path it was a thousand times ago.” Pointing to the clouds, the conversation's dedicated representation of change in the human world he continued, “Paths wash away, animals move from place to place, and bandits find new places to hunt. Anyone too confident in what they know about a path are bound to trip on a rock that wasn't there the last time. Is the guy's experience valuable? Without a doubt. But that doesn't mean you blindly follow him without a light to see things for yourself. As to hiding, well... humans are usually far worse at hiding than those in the dark are at finding them, so usually we have the choices of running, or fighting. In the middle of doing either, we don't really have the luxury of caring whether or not we're cheating.” While he was still internally debating whether or not the<em>'rules'</em>Kyless continued to bring up were closer to laws in the legal or scientific sense, he wouldn't be too quick to try and break them either way unless he found it absolutely necessary.<br/><br/>Toshiro couldn't help but feel a touch elated that Kyless had already started to predict what he might ask as a question before he even had the chance to. In this case, she was absolutely correct in assuming that he would have inquired as to the rational behind these entities who would<em>'give something'</em>for the sake of creating rules. While he was somewhat disappointed in her answer, he knew that her volunteering relevant information without prompting was always a welcome development in the subjects he attempted to build a rapport with. Although, and for the first time he wasn't sure if what he was about to ask mind offend Kyless as it might imply a knowledge uniquely held by<em>cheaters</em>, the gnawing curiosity chewing away at him spurred him to ask somewhat tentatively, “The<em>Rulemakers</em>, what do they do to the<em>cheaters?</em>It sounded like, for the Jagraw at least, following the rules gives benefits, are these just taken away, or is there a punishment involved?” He was still aware that promoting this line of thinking might be antithetical to the relationship of prisoner and warden, but that had never been the dynamic he had sought to promote in the first place, much to the chagrin of some of SOPHE's more traditionally minded staff members.<br/><br/>Once again holding up a hand in apology, Toshiro shook his head at Kyless' interpretation of his words, “Of course MY sketches couldn't compare to your magic, I'd be a liar to say otherwise. So would it do to have a tale of The Last be as lacking as my doodle when with more details it could be closer to your illusion?” This wasn't particularly intended as flattery, even if it doubtlessly came off that way. Rather he only wished to convey that a bit of fleshing out of the characters might make the tale both more compelling and informative. However Kyless seemed almost annoyed or affronted by this line of thought, so he dismissed it to better regard the image Kyless was leaving on the paper in front of him, not currently understanding the link between the two subjects.<br/><br/>Without breaking his eyes from the figure she was inscribing in front of him, he absentmindedly answered Kyless' significant Marceline query, “She'd like it if anything did it, as long as she likes the thing doing it. She seems to like you, at least she likes you as much as she can like anyone who keeps calling her catness into question.” To the next point Toshiro thought about how much he should answer before realizing that being made aware of her company ahead of time wouldn't particularly make Kyless any more of a threat, he hoped. “Other humans, and otherwise. I'm sure they'd like to tell you about themselves in person when you meet them for the first time. And yes, without your magic for now. Like I said, that may change in the weeks to come, but that'lldepend on how well you follow the rules and get along with everyone.”<br/><br/>Taking the symbol of The Last in his hands, Toshiro stayed silent for a long moment, his eyes darting over every little detail, from what appeared to be minuscule threads of intricately laid out language, markings, and designs. Some of it was instantly familiar, shapes related to the arcane and words common among the various demon dialects, but it was all mostly arranged in a way previously unseen, in a manner that clearly spoke to some grand design or purpose that eluded Toshiro's current comprehension. However this current lack of understanding did little to keep every image from burning itself into his mind, ever curve and line frozen in time for immediate recollection in the future should the unthinkable happen and should he lose the now priceless bit of something scrawled out in front of him that Kyless had referred to as,<em>The Last Jagraw.</em>Without a note of doubt in his gratitude laced voice, he raised his eyes to match Kyless' gaze once again as the colorful particles of colorful light that made up her increasingly more concerning sneezes dissipated among the motes catching sunlight, “I'm going to do more than try. Even if I don't get it now, I'm going to understand, Kyless. I hope you'll keep helping me until I do.”