<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 | 9:30 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> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, <em>jingling</em>, and sneezing small, magical fireworks.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her bells, her usual, Mayan-like clothes, and Toshiro's gift.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Oh.” The trickster responded softly, <em>learning</em>, looking between the Doctor Toshiro and the happy Marceline with her bright, golden eyes. <em>Purr. Purring. Pur-ring.</em> The new word sounded strange in her head, amidst of all the fuzz. <em>What did humans do when they were happy now? Did they purr too?</em> At least the Doctor Toshiro was not upset by <em>this</em> pur-ring.<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “It is never just one.” Kyless corrected, leaning close to the special notebook of the Doctor Toshiro, letting Marceline sink down, <em>impossibly</em> deeper into her grasp. <em>His notebook creation was too… lonely.</em> There was never just one Jollytwill. “Always many, many, Jollytwills, as far one way as the rest. And then above them all was the Last.” Still, the Doctor Toshiro had big questions. Kyless’ tongue swirled in her warm mouth, pondering how to tell this story. It was a <em>important</em>thing. It was a <em>serious</em>thing. It was a <em>sacred</em>thing. Then she <em>sneezed</em>. <br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. A magical spark appeared <em>above</em> the Doctor Toshiro’s notebook, <em>above</em> his creation, a swirl of blue, and pink and red. For a moment, it hung there, suspended by <em>no</em>thing, but still <em>some</em>thing, all at the same time. Then it disappeared. “I wish we could see the Jollytwill Valley too, again for me, new for you,” Kyless added, amongst loud sniffs and wiggles of her nose, “but it was better for the Last that we can not.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless pulled herself away from the Doctor Toshiro’s creation, noticing that Marceline was now cat-like, hiding her magic from <em>her</em> human again. <em>But the trickster had shared this much already.</em> And this human, the Doctor Toshiro, had promised to remember for all of his human time so.<br/><br/>So Kyless tried harder. Tried harder to make the Doctor Toshiro understand. “Death is different for different demons. When they die, different demons… Some come back, some leave, some change. Human death is far more simple.” The demoness wanted to stay this close to the Outside, just beyond the otherside of the human glass, for as long as possible, but she did not know enough to explain all of demon lifespans. And so she had to move onward. “The Last, he did not tell me how he died. Just that he was the First One to die, the First One of all the Jagraw.” Kyless confirmed Toshiro's guesses, and looked now between her wonderful view of the Outside, of the clouds, and the peculiar, sleeping Marceline. <em>She was just as soft as the clouds.</em> The trickster supposed <em>all</em> of Marceline’s forms, both the true and the others un-true, would be just as soft. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “When the First One died, he was told to <em>guard</em> the <em>graves</em> of the Rest as they died, as they became the Jollytwills, as they rested <em>here</em>, as Jollytwills in your human realm. For years and years, the First One was a guard, as more and more Jagraw became Jollytwills. Eventually, he was the Last. The Last Jagraw. All of the other Jagraw were Jollytwills, that is why there are always so many in the Valley.”<br/><br/>Kyless watched the clouds change and turn and shift against the very <em>blue</em> sky on the otherside of the human glass. Very pretty indeed. “So I was here, too. In your human realm then. With the humans. They were young then, and very angry, especially with each other and especially withthings they did not try to understand.” Perhaps that was the real secret to the story. That <em>this</em> place, the human realm, was <em>both</em> old and new to Kyless. “I was there in the Jollytwills. The Last Jagraw knew what I <em>was</em>, too, he was very wise. He said I could <em>not</em> create the Jollytwill Valley with my magic, he said it was a too <em>sacred</em>thing. I asked if he would play with me, but he said he must <em>stay</em>. He said he was <em>bound</em>.” Kyless spoke the last word as if it weighed down her blue tongue, as if it was so <em>heavy</em>. “I wanted him to be free, <em>but</em>…" <br/><br/>The trickster looked down then, at Marceline, <em>soft</em> and <em>happy</em>. The end of the story was neither of <em>those</em>things. "The Jagraw had many, <em>many</em> rules, so it took a while… A <em>long</em> while until I found a loop. I am <em>very</em> great at finding loops, when I am not asleep at least.” A <em>short</em> day. She wanted a short day, and so did the Doctor Toshiro. “The Last said the Jagraw had many lives, that the Jollytwill were just one life, but it was still sad. I brought them <em>there</em>, to the Jollytwill Valley, the angry humans, and their fire. And the Last <em>knew</em>. He Knew then, that he would die again, but with the Jollytwills, so that all of the Jagraw could become <em>some</em>things together in their <em>next</em> life." Kyless swallowed hard, nodding at the Doctor Toshiro's notebook from the place where she sat on the titled floor of her captor's headquarters. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. "Before, <em>just</em> before, <em>seconds</em> before, The Last gave me permission to create the Jollytwill Valley with my magic, but only if I remembered the what they were for-<em>ever</em>. Because the Jollytwills... They only exist in my magic now, not <em>out</em>there. The Jagraw are <em>some</em>thing else now, <em>some</em>thing I do not know, <em>some</em>where I am not certain. But they <em>are</em> together again. The Last <em>and</em> The Rest. And sometimes together is most important, <em>I</em> think, even if not <em>every</em>thing is pur-ring.” Though the trickster wished differently, it was better that the story was not soft or happy. Or maybe it was. Just in ways she did not yet understand.</span>