<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Black Box</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> December 4th, 2020 | 11:30 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, IT Department (The Blinking Boxes are Computer Hard Drives!)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Human Lily, Whose Computer Screen Provides a Small Light in the Dark, Strange Room<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is invisible, but <em>jingling</em>, and bleeding dark, inky, blue blood that smells like Lily's favorite scent.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Mayan-Like Clothes | Blood</span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">CONTENT WARNING</div><div class="spoiler_body">Post includes descriptions of homicide and violence</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">While the silly human agents at SOPHE were beginning to trust the human Lily, they were beginning to <em>un</em>-trust the trickster Kyless. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The horned, blue-grey demon flattened herself against a boring, white wall and <em>disappeared</em>, turning herself <em>un</em>-visible against its cool surface. She, their <em>captive</em>, their <em>prisoner</em> for six months, had escaped her horrid, glass cell, yet <em>again</em>. <em>Though they were told not to open her the many locks on her cell door, no matter what or where they saw in her cell, the latest pair of silly human guards had done so rather quickly this day.</em> They had broken the rules their Rulemaker had made with haste and fear. Something about not wishing for their ‘friend’ to suffocate in Kyless’ soft, hanging bedsheets, though they were <em>too</em> late for such a thing. <em>Their ‘friend’ should have paid more attention to where they were walking, and where they were not walking, when they had delivered Kyless more bland, human food.</em> The trickster hoped that the next human who gave her this bad food was just as easy to trick, but considerably <em>less</em> dead. <em>Deadthings were certainly no fun to play with.</em><br/><br/>The trickster stood <em>still</em>, her small, golden bells <em>silent</em>, her form <em>un</em>-visible, as many more silly, SOPHE humans ran <em>past</em> her, chanting with more fear and new anger. <em>Last time she had escaped, they had recaptured her too soon. She had not made it to the Outside at all.  Instead, she had gotten lost in another boring, white hallway, the same as this one, underneath the ground in SOPHE’s headquarters.</em> During this escape, unbeknownst to Kyless, one of SOPHE’s cameras had captured her too, for just a <em>moment</em>. A <em>blurry</em> image of a dark blue thing, in front of <em>too</em> many boring white, walls and <em>too</em> many, boring, grey doors. A blurry blue thing that was <em>shot</em>, with <em>some</em>thing unknown, <em>some</em>thing that made it fall suddenly to the cold, tiled floor, as many of the walls and doors <em>vanished</em> from the recording. As it's surroundings lessened, the blue blur <em>stayed</em> on the titled floor, unable to move, unable to scream, unable to open it's bright, golden eyes a second time.<br/><br/>In <em>that</em> escape she had created a <em>maze</em> for them, these silly, human SOPHE agents. A maze within a maze, the trickster had added more of their <em>closed</em> human doors, and their awful floor and ceiling tiles, and too straight walls. But her labyrinth had <em>not</em> led her to the Outside. It was too confusing here, in this <em>place</em>, for Kyless to get to the Outside through her illusion. And so <em>this</em> time, she would remain <em>un</em>-seen, and sneak <em>around</em> them, after they had traveled <em>past</em>. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her bells rang out suddenly as she reached for a nearby door, and pulled. <em>It was open! She could get through here to the Outside! Kyless would be free once more! Silly, silly humans.</em> The trickster easily slipped through the <em>open</em> way, the door, still <em>un</em>-visible. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She ascended the stairs too, <em>many</em> stairs, on the <em>other</em>side of the <em>open</em> door. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>But the door was not <em>un</em>-visible, and one not-as-silly human, SOPHE agent <em>saw</em> the door move. And the not-so-silly human fired, another <em>some</em>thing, as it <em>closed</em> behind the trickster, as she scampered up, up, up to freedom. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jing</em> – the <em>some</em>thing hit her, hurt her, on her side, and then <em>stuck</em> there, hurting her more. <em>But the trickster had learned otherthings, by observing these silly, SOPHE humans. Not just that they cared too much when one was dead.</em> She pulled the <em>some</em>thing out of her blue skin, letting it fall to the stairs below her bare feet, letting it fall with her inky, shimmery dark blue blood. They would not use this trick again. They would not win this time. <em>Jingle,</em> <em>jingle</em>… Kyless <em>swayed</em> as she reached the top of the stairs, but kept <em>going</em>. <em>She needed to hide, and very soon, and very well.</em> She darted up more stairs, then a hallway, another boring, white, hallway, and then into another door. It was <em>open</em>, also.<br/><br/>This time there were no stairs behind the <em>open</em> door. Just boxes, with tiny, blinking lights. <em>Were thesethings kept from the Outside by human SOPHE agents too?</em> The trickster <em>slowly</em> stepped among them, <em>around</em> them. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. There were lots of them, these boxes with the blinking lights. This room, opposite all the rest, was quiet and <em>dark</em>. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Still <em>un</em>-visible, the trickster glanced around with her bright, golden eyes, looking for a way back to the Outside. There was a small <em>light</em>, at the end of the room. <em>Where was it appearing from? Why was there only one light?</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She began to <em>approach</em> it, the small light, the small, square of light, as more dark blue, inky, shimmery <em>blood</em> leaked from her hurt, down her side, and onto the soft floor beneath her bare toes.</span>