<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, Stairwell (Reality) | Volcanic Desert (Illusionary)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Quiet Human Lily | The Magic Wand, A Powerful Being<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> --<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is visible, and <em>jingling</em>.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Mayan-Like Clothes | Blood | Bandages | Unopened Bottle of Disinfectant</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>Mise-ra-ble.</em> This quiet human made the other silly humans at SOPHE <em>mise</em>-<em>ra</em>-<em>ble</em>. The bleeding, blue-grey trickster was not certain of this word, but she knew it was not the human word called ‘happy’. If this quiet human aided Kyless in her escape, perhaps the other, silly humans would be even more… <em>Mise</em>-<em>ra</em>-<em>ble</em>. Yes. Yes, indeed. “I… make things happen too.” The demoness said slowly, lowering herself from her peculiar perch on the large, human desk. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Yes. Kyless could make <em>many</em>things happen. Many great and wondrous things. She did not… have a ‘magic wand’. This ‘Magic Wand’ seemed like a very smart being, however. The quiet human touched the Magic Wand gently and the Magic Wand showed them things… <em>Wondrous</em> things. And then the Magic Wand made the human lights turn off. The trickster’s dark lips curled into an unsettling smile. This – the dark – was a very <em>good</em>thing. </span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/52/2f/76522fbb43ce455a2a0863e22659e519.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The demoness glanced down at the bottle of strange liquid still in her grasp. It was for her hurt, <em>some</em>how. Not a gift, not a gift. But she and this quiet human must move forward, and so Kyless must… <em>guess</em>. Yes. <em>Guess</em>. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her golden bells rang out as she used the soft bandages to tie the unopened bottle of liquid against her hurt. It did not feel good, but it did not feel bad either. “Outside!” She chanted, in a <em>whisper</em> now, her excitement unwavering as she carefully went with the quiet human to… <em>more</em> stairs. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. There was going to be many, many stairs. <em>Yes… Nine floors, the quiet human had said.</em> But how far was that exactly? How far exactly until Kyless was Outside again, beyond all of the horrid, human glass?<br/><br/><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “My story?” the trickster repeated, amused, with a jingle and a grin full of pure, white teeth as the walls around them began to shift color, from boring grey to the <em>brightest</em> blue, “I have many stories, quiet human. I am… not young. I have been to many places, far and wide, but Outside is always best. And <em>this</em> place…” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The small, close stairwell became bigger, wider, and full of billowing <em>steam</em>. “This place is by far the worst, the worst of them all. There is nowhere to go, only more human glass. Do not look backward, quiet human. You might get… <em>lost</em>.” Of course, <em>lost</em> was only the beginning. But if the other, pitiful SOPHE humans became lost, or far, far <em>worse</em> than lost, it was only because they were wicked and cruel. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>.<br/><br/>Behind them, starting at their feet and stretching backwards to the bottom of the stairwell, was a desert. With orange sand, purple rocks, and bright, blue <em>steam</em>. A desert that melted into the top of a volcano, waiting, ready and <em>colorful</em>. The blue steam was so brilliant it filled the stairwell, and cloaked the pair of escaping travelers. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “If you can find Outside, quiet human, I will hide us, yes? You <em>are</em> young. I protect young humans, since long ago.” The real stairs were still visible at the quiet human's feet, beckoning her onward.</span>