Fight for Humanity (Past Stories)
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				Title: <strong>Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>02-10-2020, 02:21:30</strong>
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				Here is where past memories or scenes will be RPed if they plan on being long posts over a period of time. <br><br><hr><br><strong>(Two or More Person Memory):</strong> A scene that will consist of two people, with multiple posts.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][size=18pt][b](Memory Title)[/b][/size][/center]<br><br>[floatleft][img height=300 padding=10][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] <br>[b]DAY:[/b] <br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] <br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] <br>[b]EXTRA:[/b] <br>[b]WEARING:[/b] </code></pre><br><hr><br><strong>(Single Person Memory):</strong> A Scene that is only written and experienced by one person.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][size=18pt][b](Memory Title)[/b][/size][/center]<br><br>[floatleft][img height=300 padding=10][/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] <br>[b]DAY:[/b] <br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] <br>[b]WEARING:[/b] </code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 06:24:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Continued From Toshiro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15608587#msg15608587) and Ryusei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15609192#msg15609192)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 12:00 PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> 'Shopping' Place &gt; Kyless' Cell at SOPHE<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Doctor Toshiro | The Descendant Ryusei | Marceline<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The Human Mallory | The Human Kevin<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless <em>cannot</em> smell, and is still <em>sneezing</em> big, painful, poofs of magic.<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Ryusei's Dress (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0030/6289/0531/products/Adyce-2019-New-Summer-Bodycon-Bandage-Dress-Women-Vestidos-Sexy-Strapless-Midi-Club-Dress-Runway-Celebrity_800x.jpg?v=1580655978) | Bare Feet | Toshiro's Anti-Magic Bracelet</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The pride the trickster felt instantly disappeared. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “I did not mean to forget,” Kyless murmured softly, <em>bowing</em> her horned, belled head sadly, “but I will remember to <em>share</em> another time, yes?” The Doctor Toshiro leaned very <em>ad</em>-<em>ja</em>-<em>cent</em> to her. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless <em>raised</em> her head, and blinked her big, golden eyes at him. <em>It was strange for a human not to smell like any one thing when they were this ad-ja-cent. Was he upset that she did not share today, this day?</em> She blinked more at the Doctor Toshiro as he touched her. Poked her. Underneath his gift. <em>Sharing was not one of the rules of this new game.</em> Then the Doctor Toshiro said her dress was a <em>good</em>thing. And the Descendant Ryusei said it was a <em>good</em>thing. And, for a moment, the Descendant Ryusei also sounded… <em>pleased</em> with her. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She knew she could not tell the story of Ryusei’s dress. If she did, she would not get to keep things. Important things. So instead her answer, her story to the Doctor Toshiro, was far, <em>far</em> simpler, only a few words, on today, this day. “Ryusei found it for me…” <br><br>Kyless’ soft voice quietly disappeared as the Doctor Toshiro suddenly called the Descendant Ryusei by a <em>different</em> name, one that Kyless had never heard before, not even from the Descendant Ryusei’s ‘friends’. The demoness did not understand this. She did not understand what this new name meant, but she understood that the Doctor Toshiro was now <em>upset</em>. <em>She could not tell the Doctor Toshiro how she was feeling.</em> The Old Laws said demons were <em>not</em> allowed to tell humans of their gifts, or what they did to demons, and their magic. If she did, her magic would not be small, but it would be <em>no</em>thing, <em>no</em>thing at all. <em>Would the Doctor Toshiro take his gift away forever? What happened then?</em> There were no rules for this. Kyless did not know what would happen if Toshiro took her bracelet away forever. The bracelet made her magic small, but it <em>was</em> still a gift. Gifts from humans were <em>sacred</em>things. She must <em>protect</em> them. That was an Old Law, a rule, she remembered. Kyless always remembered. Her golden eyes were still big and round and full of something. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The Doctor Toshiro and the Descendant Ryusei were… <em>speaking</em> loudly, upset, too many words. Too many words <em>about</em> Kyless. She watched as the Descendant obeyed the Doctor and opened a portal, but not for them, for the Doctor Toshiro’s many <em>new</em>things. <em>The Doctor Toshiro was also the Descendant Ryusei’s superior.</em> As he was for the Human Mallory and the Human Kevin. <br><br><em>Her cell.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She looked into the second portal and saw the middle of her <em>not</em>-home. It was <em>not</em> a place Kyless wanted a <em>Descendant</em> to see. It was <em>not</em> a <em>sacred</em>place. It was not like the Descendant Ryusei’s home. It was stark and clinical and <em>not</em> Outside. Instead, there was horrid, human glass on all four sides of a square, locked room. Certainly, the lights were on. They were <em>never</em> off. They glowed from the ceiling tiles and illuminated the sterile, boring, and empty space. With white ceiling tiles, and white floor tiles, and a white, springy mattress off to one side, with no bed frame, bare except for two, <em>good</em>, white pillows. There were only three <em>good</em>things in Kyless' cell, and that was if she could <em>find</em> the third one…<br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Ryusei was very kind to Kyless," the trickster <em>pleaded</em> to the upset Doctor Toshiro, once they had all stepped through Ryusei’s second portal into her <em>closed</em> cell. All all at once, Outside was <em>gone</em> again. Kept away again. And now her cell was full of more of the Doctor Toshiro's <em>sharp</em>things. <em>The things that made strange noises. The things that were shiny and cold.</em> Hopefully they were just for making the fuzz disappear and not for poking Kyless.“You told me to stay with the human Mallory. That was a rule, I remember. I <em>always</em> remember the rules.” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. While she was speaking, the demoness was glancing behind and <em>around</em> the tall Doctor Toshiro’s legs, and next to the Descendant Ryusei. <em>Searching</em> for the third <em>good</em>thing that was likely here, in her cell, <em>waiting</em>. “But the human Mallory left Kyless, even though I cannot create things on this day. This very, long day, Doctor Toshiro. Even when I am…” Kyless <em>had</em> to be careful. She <em>had</em> to only tell Doctor Toshiro what he knew of her magic already, and <em>no</em>thing more. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless peered at the glass corners of her cell as she paused, still <em>searching</em>. “A <em>small</em>thing, the human Mallory does not want to play with me. The rules said she <em>had</em> to, but…” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless looked <em>up</em> at the Doctor Toshiro then. <em>The human Mallory had cheated.</em> The trickster did not understand why. She thought she was a <em>good</em>thing, a <em>small</em>thing, today, <em>this</em> day, in order to earn the trust of these silly humans. But <em>now</em>… none of the humans had wanted her, at <em>that</em> awful place, that ‘shopping place’, that place that was certainly <em>not</em> Outside. Only the Descendant Ryusei had let Kyless stay. She was very glad to have met the Descendant Ryusei, and she wanted to meet him again, and see his <em>sacred</em>places again, <em>especially</em> the Ocean, but… But she had also wanted to play <em>with</em> the humans, today, <em>this</em> day, together. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her solemn, <em>glassy</em> gaze <em>dropped</em> from the Doctor Toshiro and peered at the top of her mattress on the floor, still <em>searching</em> for the third <em>good</em>thing in her cell. Since Kyless had been <em>out</em> of her cell today, <em>this</em> day, it was her <em>turn</em> to search. And Marceline had had a lot of time today, <em>this</em> day, to hide from Kyless.<br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless leapt and belly-flopped down on her mattress, grabbing at one bare, lumpy side to peer over it. <em>Was she hiding here? Marceline was very good at the game of hide and seek. She could hide for a very, very long time.</em> Maybe she was hiding behind the <em>other</em>side of Kyless’ mattress. The trickster pushed up on her bare, blue arms and was about to turn around to search more, but she <em>sneezed</em> again. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Her horned head <em>jerked</em> forward, <em>rattling</em> against her mattress as another large cloud of bright red and bright orange sparks <em>appeared</em>, floated and spun in mid-air. “Ooooo…” The trickster groaned softly, into her mattress, as the <em>pain</em> traveled through the fuzz in her nose and in her lowered head. But then, after a moment, she raised it, saying with her golden eyes half-way shut, “If you are here, you have won our game, Marceline.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TinCanTalos</strong> on <strong>06-10-2020, 02:39:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</strong></span></div><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, 11:30AM <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> City Streets<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kyless, Ryusei | Mentions: Mallory<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Toshiro is currently wearing a cream colored graphic t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2292/0133/products/B_wander_640x.jpg?v=1571609586), dark cerulean cargo shorts and running shoes, a Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters' insignia ball cap, and a pair of over-ear headphones with a stark white frame around his neck. A canvas messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, its surface almost entirely consisting of patches and buttons from an assortment of cartoons, movies, bands, and video games. | Marceline is wearing a red nylon collar with a black nickel bell that contrasts vividly with her bright immaculately kept white fur.<br><hr>Following both Ryusei and Kyless across the portal's threshold, Toshiro couldn't help but take a moment to marvel at the sight of the pristine walls and the feel of the ideal temperature that always radiated throughout Kyless' cell. “So cool...” Toshiro whispered to himself as he crossed the room in a few long strides towards the collections of medical examination equipment he had summoned from beneath the floor of Kyless' cell prior to their journey there. Patting the sterile gray padding that covered a small examination table that now stood in the room opposite from the doors, Toshiro instructed Kyless with gentle calm, “Please take a seat Kyless, I just need to check a few things and then I can get the bracelet off of... you.” Noticing that Kyless had already made herself comfortable on her mattress, Toshiro nodded before adding, “That works too.” Nearly every fiber of Toshiro's being screamed at him to immediately remove the bracelet, but he knew that being overly eager to relieve her of her discomfort would cost them valuable data that could benefit both Kyless and the members of SOPHE in the long run.<br><br>Ordinarily evaluating the vital and arcane health of a demon would fall to Mallory both for the sake of sparing Toshiro's time and due to the unfortunate fact that SOPHE's head of research, while brilliant in the fields of evaluating and treating maladies both mundane or otherwise, was usually somewhat abysmal on the topic of bedside manner. Carefully Toshiro lifted a pair of copper bangles from a machine with what nobody would argue was an antique appearance, it's interface made up of rows of unlabeled iron switches and knob rather than more modern touch or key pad oriented interfaces, it's only display a small iron arrow behind a half circle pane of glass residing in front of a diagram written out in the Persian alphabet. “You'll need to slide one of these on to your free wrist, and hold the second in your other hand.” Kyless would be familiar with the bangles and the ancient runic inscriptions that ran along along the yellowed ivory bands that ran the length of the bangles' inner and outer circumferences, as at this point as Mallory would have put them on Kyless many times in the past to obtain readings on the magic flowing through the trickster's body<br><br>“Ryusei I'm going to need to check her eyes, ears, and throat, keep an eye on the arcanometer... that thing. We want that arm to rise up and stay roughly in the 10:00 to 11:00 o'clock position. Take note of how it changes when she sneezes. Don't touch the knobs, and don't even look at the switches.” Stepping away from the device so that Ryusei could get a clear vision of the display, Toshiro began to examine Kyless' with exceeding care, but also with a level of quickness and efficiency born of having done similar examinations countless times over. Again reminding himself that patients enjoyed conversation to distract them from what they might consider somewhat invasive examinations, Toshiro reassured his patient passively as he pressed a depressor against Kyless' tongue to get a better view of her throat, “It's alright that you forgot to share this time. There's no rule that you have to, it's just something that people like when you do.” Leaning away from her, he tossed the depressor into a silver cylinder which vanished into a pneumatic tube before being automatically replaced by another identical cylinder.<br><br>While Toshiro might not be the most adept at making small talk in the midst of his work, it was exceedingly easy for him to indulge his curiosity while conducting tasks that had been solidified in muscle memory. “I am a bit confused by a few things though.” Toshiro remarked offhandedly as he stared into Kyless' ear with an otoscope. “This dress, and it is a very nice dress, you said Kyless picked it out herself?” Returning to the console of medical instruments, Toshiro returned the small device after tossing the tip of it into the newest silver sample cylinder only for it to follow the first and be replaced by the third. Typing up his notes on to his tablet he mused idly, “But Kyless, you said Ryusei found it for you. I'm guessing you mean he took you to the store where you found it.” Turning his gaze up towards Kyless slowly he added with a smile and genuine enthusiasm, “Like I said, whoever picked it out had a good eye. Where did you get it? I'd love one of my own. Although the way she smells... I'm guessing she got perfume samples? Well it smells like she must have tried them all on.”<br><br>As he waited for an answer, Toshiro wrapped a tan elastic band over the upper arm that didn't currently sport his bracelet before spreading a small quantity of lemongrass and lavender scented purple gel over the inside of her elbow. “I'm going to take a bit of your blood again just to make sure everything is alright. It's going to hurt a little bit like usual, but I'll just need you to hold still for a little while.” Kyless could feel a small pinch as the drawing process began, and now finding himself with an idle moment, Toshiro sat on the floor beside Kyless and looked from her to Ryusei. “By lucidity I mean... like... how sharp does she seem? She's usually really good at noticing things and very energetic. Has this changed at all since Mal... so you both say she left Kyless with you?”<br><br>Turning back towards Kyless, Toshiro lowered his gaze somewhat and spoke in a deeply apologetic tone, “You did good Kyless, it wasn't your fault you couldn't do what I asked you to do. It was Dr. Minato's... Mallory's, fault for leaving you, and more than that it was my fault for trusting her to be responsible enough to keep you company.” Bowing his head in apology, he tilted his head upwards to regard her once again with a sad smile, a difficult task to commit to with a solemn expression as Kiki was busily searching for something around her mattress, before continuing, “But her letting Ryusei be with you might not have been the worst thing, you got pears and a pretty dress out of it after all. Not to mention the company of one of the most reliable people I know.” Toshiro couldn't speak to how socially pleasant that company might be as he hadn't had much of an opportunity to interact with Ryusei outside of a professional capacity, but it was fairly apparent from both the pair's body language and words that they at least enjoyed each others' presence.<br><br>Kyless had been on the right track in searching for the ever obscure Marceline within the confines of the trickster's barren mattress, it's white value often provided a perfect camouflage for the cat's all encompassing bright white fur, and Kyless had found her guest well blended into the bed's soft surface more than once. However with the presence of a new non Marceline entity within the confines of the cat's lair over which Kyless was granted stewardship, the feline had found it necessary to be somewhat more discreet, although not to such a degree as to break the rules of the game between herself and Kyless. It was impossible to tell whether it was out of concern for Kyless as the trickster groaned into her mattress or a desire for attention that overcame the cat's apprehension towards Ryusei, however as soon as Toshiro turned his attention towards carefully placing the now full vial of blood into the third sample cylinder, the luxuriously long furred feline made herself known. Stepping slowly with a series of stretches punctuating every few strides, Marceline nonchalantly traipsed out of the ill defined reflection of the mattress in the nearest glass wall with an ease that suggested there had been no impediment to her advance at all. Then with a final bound up on to the mattress, the cat lightly swatted at the bells hanging from Kyless' horns, in what one could only assume was a show of dominance. <em>Jingle Jingle.</em><br><br>At the same time as this game of keen intellects was taking place, Ryusei could see that the arrow on the arcanometer began to slowly drop from the 11:00 o'clock position down to the 9:00 o'clock position, and on hitting such a low point, Kyless would almost invariably sneeze. Then with each sneeze the arrow would return to just shy of it's previous high point. While the machine's purpose hadn't been explained beyond what meaning could be garnered from its title, it was obvious that were the trend displayed to continue, the hand on the display would eventually lie dormant at the left side of the half circle read out. <br><br>Toshiro however was too busy pressing his thumb to the small chibi styled representation of himself on the side of the bracelet, an action that was rewarded first with a series of rapidly blinking lights and a somewhat abrasive musical chime before the bracelet opened up along the hinge. From the experiments he'd run in the past, Toshiro knew that the dampening effect of the bracelet would vanish almost immediately once he'd removed it from Kyless and placed it on the examination seat at the other end of the room. Turning back to Kyless with a friendly smile he asked with notable apprehension, “Now that we've got that off, tell me how you're day's been, and as soon as you start feeling any different tell me how.” Turning back towards Ryusei with a less friendly look of expectation he added, “How were the readings Ryusei? Tell me what the arrow did.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-10-2020, 04:01:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</strong></span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/bb/53/34bb53327f72a5c76e8c558d11742f1e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Ryusei Tetsuda<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021, 11:00AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Kyless(Really Marceline's) Cell<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kyless, Toshiro<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Somethin's weird about that "cat"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Club Clothes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/eb/b5/25ebb53d68465aed07b77c15392f7a43.jpg)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> The portal trip shaved so much time off their way back to HQ that Toshi and Kyless conversation was still going on as they came through the other side, and though he could hear a bit of concern in her voice when she spoke of him, which touched his dark heart immensely, he wondered why it seemed like she was trying to keep him safe from something? Toshiro on the other hand seemed oblivious aside from making sure Kyless herself was okay. It made him feel good to see that their resident mad scientist wasn't some psycho monster doing cruel experiments in his downtime alone with her. <br><br>He thought her "home" within SOPHE could do for a major upgrade, but if she was ex-VOID and had apparently hurt a lot of people, and with her powers he understood why they had her in a see-through box with lights on her constantly in a white room with white floors and a white bed with white pillows in the corner. He didn't like it, but he understood and tolerated it. He couldn't help notice that despite her talking uninterrupted, Kyless was clearly <em>looking</em> for something.<br><br>&nbsp;He wasn't sure what she could find in her cell. As she told Toshiro how she'd been following the rules only for Mallory to go and leave her, she flopped on the bed and he couldn't stop an eye from quickly taking note of the perfect way she jiggled just so in the dress as she did. Was "Mnnnnnf" A word? It was a concept running through his head as he watched her explore, that was for sure.&nbsp; He walked over and gently rubbed her back when her last sneeze caused a tired sounding "Ooooo" to come from her, only to tell Marceline she'd won. He couldn't help look over his shoulder at Toshiro preparing everything with an inquisitive look. <br><br>"Your cat hides in here? How is that even possible? How does she even get in?" As he waited for an answer, he actually took a close look at the equipment the doctor was pulling out and was maybe more than a bit concerned how it reminded him of early 20th century inventions that were basically quack science compared to today's standards. But then again, they were melding science and magic so he figured it wasn't an exact...science. <br><br>Toshiro then explained what the procedure was, and wanted Ryu to keep his eye on the arcanometer, which he assumed was a device to measure the arcane. It somehow looked ancient and hi-tech at the same time, like it was inspired by Steampunk, but he followed the guide Toshiro had set for operation and nodded. "Got it. Arrow between 10 and 11. Keep note how it changes when she sneezes." He chimed in here and there as Toshiro spoke to the beautiful blue demoness, so he could also help lessen her anxiety. <br><br>"The pears were for you, Kyless. You were so happy when you were eating them, how could I ask you to share?" He and Kyless were on the same page, but with both being nervous and not having a chance to practice beforehand, their stories didn't <em>quite</em> mesh up. But it was enough for Toshiro to buy it and come up with his own assumption that wasn't too far off base. He had found the place(his house) where Kyless got her dress(his mothers closet). <br><br>And she'd picked it out. So no harm, no foul. "Well I did find the place, but I picked a few dresses I thought she might like and that was the one she chose. She's got great taste when she's not suffering from magical hay fever," he said as a bit of a joke. Then Toshiro asked exactly where it was from and he had to decide whether to come clean about it being something his mother had bought, or just make something up about not remembering the store. <br><br>"To be honest, she didn't like any of the things we found at the stores on the strip, and even though she <em>settled</em> on one, I could tell she didn't like it much. So when we had to go to my house for me to wash up after that accident, I decided to take a gamble...turns out she and my mom have similar fashion sense. So after we're done here, if you're cool with it of course, I'll tell her you were interested in her dress and ask if she can maybe take you shopping?" He'd been so casual when he said he wanted a dress just like that, that at first Ryusei thought it was a joke. But then when the man continued on like nothing had happened, he realized he was serious. "You've definitely got the legs to pull it off," he said with a little laugh.<br><br>&nbsp;"And I sort of <em>insisted</em> she take a shower. It'd help for the mission but also...it was a hot shower, ya know? Seemed like a small pleasure. She didn't smell bad, but she didn't smell good either. Does she get to bathe or shower often down here?" There were no obvious sanitary devices like a toilet or tub so he probably already had his answer, but that was also the truth. Even before the shower, Kyless didn't smell as fresh and delicious as most women liked, and seeing that she lived in a neon white box with just a bed, he understood why. He could only nod his head when Toshiro asked to confirm that Mallory had left Kyless with him. <br><br>"Yeah, it was almost like an anime. She got real nervous and pushed Leasick out the door quick as a flash. By the time I got to the door, I didn't even know where they'd gone. But...I'd say her lucidity is pretty intact. She noticed a lot of things, seemed pretty excited and energetic. She had a fun time." Toshiro told Kyless it wasn't her fault that Mallory left, which he hoped would lighten her spirits a bit, then he even apologized. But when he called the young hybrid reliable, Ryusei couldn't help rub the back of his head. <br><br>"Aw shucks, Doc. I try." As Toshiro took blood samples, suddenly, and from literally nowhere, Marceline actually showed up. Ryusei couldn't keep his eyes from lighting up(literally and figuratively) in surprise when he saw her as he was 100% sure that she hadn't been in the box before, and there was no way she could have gotten to where she came from without them seeing. "H-how? How though? She wasn't in here, and then she was and....but <em>how</em>?" <br><br>Was this a normal thing? Because it seemed normal to the other two in his eyes, but that left so many questions unanswered. He still had enough focus to not only remind himself to get a concrete answer from Toshiro about his "cat", but to keep an eye on the arcanometer's arrow. While he worked, the arrow dropped down to 9 o'clock spot, and then she'd sneeze, catapulting it back nearly to 11 o'clock, but not quite. He kept a close eye on it while Toshiro worked, and couldn't help smile when the bracelet was removed from Kyless completely. After that, he asked about the results. "The high point was eleven. It was strong, but then the arrow dipped down to nine, almost eight. And every time it did, she'd sneeze right after. And then the arrow would bump back up to the ten range, nearly eleven but not quite, before going back down to nine before another sneeze. It was almost a perfect cycle. Is that...good or bad?"<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>13-10-2020, 06:19:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Continued From Toshiro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15608587#msg15608587) and Ryusei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15609192#msg15609192)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 12:00 PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> 'Shopping' Place &gt; Kyless' Cell at SOPHE<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Doctor Toshiro | The Descendant Ryusei | Marceline<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The Human Mallory<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless <em>cannot</em> smell, but her sneezes stop once the bracelet is off.<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Ryusei's Dress (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0030/6289/0531/products/Adyce-2019-New-Summer-Bodycon-Bandage-Dress-Women-Vestidos-Sexy-Strapless-Midi-Club-Dress-Runway-Celebrity_800x.jpg?v=1580655978) | Bare Feet | Marceline, like a Crown</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Apparently the Doctor Toshiro was <em>not</em> taking off her bracelet now, even though Kyless was back in her <em>not</em>-home. Her cage. Both the Doctor Toshiro and the Descendant Ryusei came to her bed, what was left of it, but neither one was Marceline.<br><br>“Marceline is a <em>not</em>-cat.” The trickster stated, softly to the Descendant Ryusei, and rolled onto her side on her bare mattress as her touched her back so gently. It was not the first time she had said this truth, or even the second, but the Doctor Toshiro never believed her. That was when the <em>other</em> bracelets <em>appeared</em>. They were <em>not</em> gifts, and they had no blinking lights, unlike her current jewelry. These bracelets were just… boring and foolish. <br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless <em>sniffed</em> and sat up on her mattress, slipping her bare wrist into one of the new, boring bracelets and reaching for the other. <em>This silly routine again. Humans were so strange.</em> Why they required stale jewelry to determine the power of her magic did not make sense to the trickster. Could they not see, with their eyes, when it was alive, or when it was not? &nbsp;“I chare muh muhjic wiff hoomens oll te tyme.” Kyless bubbled, her words jumbled <em>against</em> the small stick the Doctor Toshiro pressed into her mouth. It tasted bad, and still smelled like <em>no</em>thing. She smacked her dark lips together when he removed it, before sneezing again. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster’s blue-grey fists <em>tightened</em> against and around the new, boring bracelets, and her golden eyes squeezed shut, as another cloud of bright red, and orange sparks left her nose and hovered between her, and the two others next to her. <em>The fuzz hurt.</em> It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. <br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She opened her big, golden eyes and looked at Ryusei as he said the pears were hers from the beginning. She blinked her long eyelashes at him, before turning to the Doctor Toshiro. “Ryusei <em>found</em> many dresses for me, Doctor Toshiro, and I <em>picked</em> this one. It is clear now, yes?” The trickster <em>sniffed</em> again and nodded, both agreeing with what Ryusei was telling, and refusing to elaborate on their story herself, as the Doctor Toshiro stuck a cold shiny thing in her ear. It felt strange. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She titled her horned head. The strange, metal stick should not have been there, in her ear, but Doctor Toshiro could wear Ryusei’s dress too if he wanted to. He could wear it right <em>now</em> in fact, Kyless just needed to let go of the new, boring bracelets and take it off- <br><br>“Orange Soap.” The trickster stated suddenly, and looked at the Doctor Toshiro, as if he’d <em>understand</em>. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless <em>was</em> cleaned here, in her cell, but always with <em>orange</em> <em>soap</em>. It smelled… bad, like a <em>bad</em>thing, and it make her blue-grey skin dry and squeaky. It was a medicine… <em>Medicine? No, medical. It was medical.</em> These silly humans had told her that once. Whatever medicine… <em>Medical</em> meant, Kyless did not care for it. It was… <em>not</em> the best soap. Not like the many different soap’s in the Descendant Ryusei’s <em>home</em>. They were of so many different colours, not just orange, and they made bubbles. Lots and lots of bubbles. <em>They were so fun!</em> And so of course, the trickster had used them <em>all</em>, which meant she… must have <em>smelled</em> like them all. There was another hurt, smaller this time, as the Doctor Toshiro <em>poked</em> her. Her arm. <em>Again</em>. <em>Blood, blood, blood.</em> Thick and dark blue, almost black, it shimmered as it pooled. Holographic, like the Moon on the surface of the Ocean.<br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster sniffed her arm, still holding the <em>boring</em>, new bracelets, still as she <em>could</em> be. Even now, Kyless smelled <em>no</em>thing. <em>But did she smell like a badthing? What did all of the Descendant Ryusei’s soaps smell like?</em> They could not have been worse than smelling like Orange Soap. <em>She did have a fun time, but it would be more fun if Marceline appeared.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. <em>Where was she?</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “The human Mallory cheated.” Kyless said this aloud now to the Doctor Toshiro, as she continued to glance from one side of her lumpy, bare, mattress to the <em>other</em>side, trying to hold her bracelets, and her sneezes that hurt, and seek for Marceline. “A cheater is the worst thing. She did not forget about me, she remembered me and then she left me. She thinks I am a <em>bad</em>thing, even when I allow you to make my magic to be small, yes? Do I get to keep…” Kyless was certain Marceline was close. <em>Was the fuzz making it hard to see, too?</em> The trickster pressed her dark blue lips together, slightly <em>distressed</em>. “Keep Ryusei. I get to keep Ryusei, now, yes?” She did not want to sit here anymore, she was tired of the poking, and the holding, and the sneezing. <em>It was heavy.</em> It was all heavy.<br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster’s golden eyes widened in glee as Marceline swatted at her golden bells. She <em>was</em> here. Kyless knew it. The demoness looked over at the <em>not</em>-cat, who was currently small and very white. After a second, Kyless shook her head, as if <em>disagreeing</em> with something. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “I am not foolish, Marceline, I am fuzzy, remember?” The trickster raised her arm, the one with the Doctor Toshiro’s gift. The thing that made her fuzzy. The trickster knew there were many beds for Marceline to hide in. Five to be exact. The one they were seated on, and the other four, one in each wall of human glass. But Kyless was… too <em>exhausted</em> to look in all of them. But a win, was a win. And Marceline had won their game, <em>this</em> time, <em>this</em> day. This very, <em>long</em> day.<br><br><em>Click.</em> And then Toshiro’s gift was gone. All at once. And Kyless’ magic was…<br><br><em>Everywhere.</em> But all at once.<br><br>It started with her <em>fingers</em>, above where the Toshiro’s gift had been. They <em>disappeared</em>, then <em>reappeared</em>, becoming <em>un</em>-visible and visible so quickly it was like the trickster was… <em>glowing</em>. Shimmering. Sparkling. From those fingers down her arm, along her body, over everything, to her other hand. <em>Shimmer</em>, <em>shimmer</em>, <em>shimmer</em>. And the place around them was… her cell, <em>no</em>, a forest! <em>No</em>, a desert! <em>No</em>, a mountain cliff full of clouds! Each <em>second</em>, <em>some</em>thing else, <em>some</em>where else. <em>Flick</em>, <em>flick</em>, <em>flick</em>. <em>This</em>, <em>that</em>, <em>this</em>. Each second, her cell became <em>some</em>thing else, <em>some</em>thing full of color, and all the while her, the Doctor Toshiro, the Descendant Ryusei and Marceline were <em>in</em> it. Inside of it, these places. <em>Flick</em>, <em>shimmer</em>, <em>flick</em>, <em>shimmer</em>. <em>It was so much it was disorientating.</em><br><br>Especially to the trickster who couldn’t control her sudden surge of magic. Magic that had been fighting against the fuzz all morning. After 30-odd seconds she <em>swayed</em> and fell back on her lumpy mattress, <em>dropping</em> the other bracelets, the boring ones, as her cell became a cell and her skin became skin again. Normal and boring. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Ooooo….” Kyless muttered, very clearly <em>tired</em>. Her chest rose and fell heavily, like she was suddenly able to breathe, like she had been holding her breath for a long time before. She <em>blinked</em> a few times. Her nose was still pink, still sore. But she felt… better. Not Outside better, but still better. The fuzz wasn’t in her head anymore. She blinked again, eyeing Marceline. <em>The… bracelet was gone.</em><br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “I touch now (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15589741#msg15589741)!” Kyless chanted excitedly, and reached for Marceline, pulling the decidedly <em>not</em>-cat into her arms, rubbing her sore face all over Marceline, and Marceline’s soft fur. <em>Oh yes. Very soft. Marceline was the softest thing.</em> And now that Toshiro’s gift was gone, Kyless could touch Marceline! <em>Yes, indeed. Yes!</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster <em>giggled</em> and bubbled, holding Marceline up to her curled, ram-like horns with both of her hands so that the not-cat could scratch against them at her leisure. “Oh,” said Kyless after a minute, and sat up, placing Marceline on top of her head, in between her golden bells and her horns. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Ryusei,” the trickster kept Marceline perfectly balanced on her head like a crown, as if was somehow effortless, “this is Marceline. She is very powerful, and very soft. She requires one of your <em>soft</em>things if you intend on staying here, after <em>this</em> day.” Kyless nodded, but somehow still kept Marceline safe and content on her head, as if they had practiced it before. “I gave her one of my pillows, so I can stay. The Doctor Toshiro gives her many softthings, and otherthings, so he can stay, too.” The trickster looked up at Marceline, without moving her head. “Marceline, this is Ryusei. He is <em>bumpy</em>, not soft, but he played with me, at <em>Certainly</em>-<em>Not</em>-<em>Outside</em>, at a boring human ‘shopping’ place today, when no one else did. You would <em>not</em> have liked it there, Marceline. There were no trees! Sometimes, others underestimate Ryusei, like they do with you, Marceline, but he is still very kind. <em>See</em>?” <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster leaned her head, down and out, so that Marceline was closer and at eye-level with the Descendant Ryusei. She hoped the Doctor Toshiro would let her keep the Descendant Ryusei, especially after wearing his gift like a <em>good</em>thing.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TinCanTalos</strong> on <strong>17-10-2020, 21:53:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</strong></span></div><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, 11:30AM <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> City Streets<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kyless, Ryusei | Mentions: Mallory<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong>&nbsp; <br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Toshiro is currently wearing a cream colored graphic t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2292/0133/products/B_wander_640x.jpg?v=1571609586), dark cerulean cargo shorts and running shoes, a Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters' insignia ball cap, and a pair of over-ear headphones with a stark white frame around his neck. A canvas messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, its surface almost entirely consisting of patches and buttons from an assortment of cartoons, movies, bands, and video games. | Marceline is wearing a red nylon collar with a black nickel bell.<br><hr>As Toshiro had been busy enough examining Kyless, he had thought little of Ryusei's first remark regarding Marceline's potential presence within the confines of Kyless' cell. With a tone of mounting exasperation that largely spoke of how tired the scientist was in regards to answering questions about his definitely cat, he replied, “Sometimes she follows people in. Me, guards, Mal, and anyone with the right clearance. It's all on the camera feed. The guards might tell you different, but they're just paranoid from standing around underground all day watching everyone staying in the cells." This wasn't a judgment on Toshiro's part, the reality was simply that the SOPHE agents who kept patrol on this floor often spent hours ill at ease for being surrounded by the sights of demons who could end their lives in any number of gruesome ways should the cells prove unable to hold.<br><br>Frowning slightly at Kyless' assertion that she had been sharing her magic, he replied slowly as he considered his words, “Sharing is... let me clear up what I said before. People like it when you share things with them that they like. There's a a lot of times where your magic is amazing, when you share a place with someone with as much detail as you do? That's something many would enjoy.” Then shaking his head with a sigh he added, “But when you either trick them into wandering into danger or show them something they don't want to see? That's less sharing and more forcing your magic on to others.” Turning his gaze towards Ryusei, Toshiro raised his eyebrows before asking, “Isn't that right Ryusei?” He knew it was somewhat manipulative to use someone Kyless had clearly grown an attachment to to help drive his point home, but he would use any possible avenue he could to get his lesson across to Kyless.<br><br>Immediately on hearing Ryusei admit that the two had made a brief retreat to the Tetsuda household, Toshiro couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose between tightly shut eyes, a tinge of annoyance lacing a voice full of disappointment, “Thank you for not hiding this Ryusei. Don't get me wrong, it was all kinds of dangerous for you to seperate for the rest of the group. I'm sure Mallory made it clear how dangerous Kyless can be, even without the use of her powers.” Opening his eyes to once regard the pair in silence for a moment he continued in a far more friendly tenor, “If you get it in your head to do something like that again, just make sure you call into someone higher up the ladder. Don't get me wrong, I'm the last person to tell you to let someone stop you from doing what you know is a good idea, but at the very least let someone get ready in case you're actually just being a dumbass and they need to clean up after you.” <br><br>Toshiro had to laugh at Ryusei both offering the scientist his mother's accompaniment on a shopping trip on top of complimenting Toshiro's long legs. “Well aren't you sweet? I mean if the dress is your mom's, she's definitely got good taste. I'm up for a shopping trip if she is.” While he genuinely appreciated the compliment, Toshiro was too involved with Kyless' checkup to attempt an exploratory flirt in response. That and it didn't take a genius to read the looks and choice of words shared between his patient and her temporary guardian.<br><br>The scientist's mood rapidly soured at Ryusei's questioning whether Kyless was able to bath or shower often, however before he had a chance to defend his damaged pride, Kyless spoke up regarding the <em>'Orange Soap.'</em> Nodding at this Toshiro explained with an effort to restrain his annoyance towards Ryusei for Kyless' sake, “We've had issues with magic users finding a way to use the bits of plants in naturally scented soaps, and I'm not sure how certain synthetic chemicals would interact with the bodies of some of our more alien guests. The orange soap is... it's an absolute wonder of inoffensive chemical blandness.” Scratching the back of his head in mild acquiescence he added, “It's a pretty boring smell, I won't lie, but it's better than hurting, or giving someone staying here, the ability to hurt others.” With the briefest hint of low tide and paint thinner emitting from Kyless' blood, Toshiro couldn't help but smile in nostalgia as he gently placed the vial into the padding of the final silver transportation cylinder.<br><br>A large frown spread across Toshiro's face at the pair's statements regarding Mallory's negligence. He was well aware that there were details regarding Mallory's life that were unfit to bring into this conversation, but it wouldn't keep him from defending his assistant to some degree, even if she had acted inappropriately. “When someone breaks the rules without knowing them, that's... I wouldn't call it cheating. I'd call it making a mistake. It doesn't change that her mistake hurt you, and she's gonna find a way to make up for that, but I know that wasn't what she meant to do.” Shaking his head at Kyless belief that Mallory thought of her as a <em>badthing</em> Toshiro added with certainty, “I'd say it's the opposite, she probably trusts you more than anyone at SOPHE. That's why she thought it would be safe to leave you with her brother here." To her final point he added, “It's not a <em>goodthing</em> to keep someone without asking them, so that's really something you got to talk to Ryusei about.” Turning towards Ryusei, the scientist gave the young agent a sly smile, “How about it Ryusei? Can she keep you?”<br><br>On hearing Ryusei's report of the arcanometer, Toshiro scratched his chin thoughtfully for a moment before looking at the bracelet with a pronounced sigh of resignation. “So it kept going down, little by little huh. That's a very <em>badthing.</em>” Looking at the antique devices display in consideration for a moment he added, “That leaves me with two options: Turn down the restraint level of the bracelet and hope the impact to Kyless' health remains negligible in the future, or play it safe and keep the bracelet off of her permanently. This second point would mean she'd have to stay in here until the bosses say otherwise.” These last words were dripping with an obvious disdain for the idea as they spoke to a deep seated disagreement Toshiro held with upper management. They believed that those occupying the cells needed to be behaviorally rehabilitated before they could be allowed to leave their confines, whereas Toshiro knew any resentment the cells occupants had towards their captors would only grow in the presence of overly tight constraints.<br><br>There was actually a great deal of relief in seeing Kyless' powers so quickly bounce back on the bracelet's removal. While Toshiro had run countless experiments over nearly a decade to ensure that the device wouldn't have any lingering affect on it's wearer, he couldn't help but feel a vast mixture of pride and released tension at the sight of the illusions dancing around the trickster's body. For the first few all encompassing illusions this happiness even managed to serve as a bulwark against what began to set in to the researcher's mind as Kyless' magic continued to run rampant across and seemingly beyond her cell. He knew where the door was, even in spite of the radically changing environments, and instinctively he stepped back towards it as a desert stretching far into the horizon shifted into a sea of clouds swaddling a colossal mountain. However it wasn't long before his keen recollection couldn't be accessed for the assailing flood of visual information that ceaselessly wreaked havoc on his senses.<br><br><em>Plains, was the tall grass an impossible mixture of orange and blue? Yellow cloud drifting over head had an uncanny similarity to Tsunomaki Watame.</em> Toshiro felt the wall press against his back, but it was wrong, there was no wall. <em>An endless ocean above and below him, countless eyes of ruby and amber staring unblinking at him. Not countless. 138,273,573 eyes. It was a an odd number.</em> Legs giving way beneath him, he slid slowly on to the floor, his hand tightly seizing around his knees in an effort to anchor himself in physical sensation. <em>A colossal cave, stalagmites and tites grasping hold of each other, sliding along one anothers' glowing surfaces before trading places, a dazzling light show emanating uniquely from within each one without pattern: blue to green to red to yellow to green to purple to blue to magenta to a canyon whose two sides moved as if passing one another by, their surfaces raising and falling as if connected to some immense stride...</em><br><br>Even as the images stopped for Kyless to interact with Marceline, Toshiro simply sat frozen in the corner of the cell and stared ahead, his mouth wordlessly moving in an effort to help internalize the visual weight of what he'd scene, and every microscopic detail that Kyless had been able to remarkably recreate. He seemed scarcely aware of the presence of the other two in the cell, his faculties all dedicated towards the task of filing away what he'd just seen without the option to do otherwise. On seeing this, Marceline untangled herself from Kyless' horns and scurried down the trickster's side, claws finding purchase in the black dress while also digging slightly into blue grey skin as if in reproach. Then after crossing the room with a expediency rarely seen from the definitely feline, Marceline forced her head beneath the researcher's head, encouraging him to instinctively run his fingers over her soft orange fur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>02-11-2020, 15:25:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</strong></span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/34/bb/53/34bb53327f72a5c76e8c558d11742f1e.png)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Ryusei Tetsuda<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021, 11:00AM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>&nbsp; Kyless(Really Marceline's) Cell<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kyless, Toshiro<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Somethin's weird about that "cat"<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Club Clothes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/eb/b5/25ebb53d68465aed07b77c15392f7a43.jpg)</span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Kyless confirmed that Toshiro's "cat" Marceline was a "not-cat". "Understood. I'll keep that in mind." He wasn't quite sure exactly what that meant, but he knew something was up, and Kyless seemed to know it too. She was just never believed because of her fantastical way of speaking, and maybe because the good doctor was in denial that his feline companion was something more. It may have seemed impossible to him, but Ryusei was the half-demon son of a full demon who was more than 10,000 years old and could produce black fire so hot even ash wasn't left behind. <br><br>He had to be open to the possibility that there was something up with his cheshire friend. In the long run, he supposed it wasn't that serious, but a niggling feeling in his spine wouldn't allow him to let his suspicion go so easily. Toshiro himself went along with Ryu's original thoughts, saying that the people who thought Marceline was more than just a cat were paranoid guards who stood around all day and looked at nothing but white surfaces and a demoness who did nothing for the most part.<br><br>&nbsp;Likely story. "If you say so, doctor. Must've been my eyes playing tricks on me," he said more to placate Toshiro than actually agree with him. Kyless' beauty was infinite in his eyes, but her talking with the depressor device in her mouth got a slight chuckle from him as he basically understood every word, but to her them muffled and distorted was simply funny, especially since the demoness didn't seem to mind nor care enough to wait before it was removed to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;When the devices seemed uncomfortable, he comforted her as he could, with small touches, caring looks and nods of the head to let her know he was indeed here with her in whatever way he could be. Toshiro explained to Kyless about sharing, and at the end of his explanation, he looked to Ryusei for a co-sign in a not so subtle use of Kyless' affection for him to help hammer home a point. Why not help the guy ou? It would also help Kyless in the long run so he saw no reason not to go along with it. "That is true. Your illusions are amazing. They're so amazing they can be terrifying if you show people something frightening." When the conversation shifted to the time spent at his home, he didn't care so much about Toshiro's unhidden look of disappointment. He didn't feel bad about what had happened, nor would he apologize or even do anything differently. <br><br>Even when the doctor gave his reasoning, it didn't change anything for the young Descendant. Kyless' own thoughts on the matter were spoken and she was right. Mallory had basically dropped her in Ryusei's lap and left without so much as another word or a look back. And with her bracelet firmly on, Ryusei would have had no trouble handling her if she'd tried to pull something. He was a War demon hybrid who'd been training his entire life and could even fight his father...for very short amounts of time, but still. He specialized in high speed, unpredictable movement, punishing blows and the use of his shadow powers. Kyless was probably the undisputed master of illusions, but the bracelet made it so she couldn't do that, and he couldn't "feel" a warrior spirit from her, which was to say he could tell she wasn't really a fighter. <br><br>So he just couldn't comprehend what trouble a nearly 6 foot tall blue demon with ram horns and bells could get into with no magic and him watching over her. He understood covering bases, but it was strange how little common sense people tended to have. He could only shrug when Toshrio brought it up. "There's nothing to hide. I only met her today, but I've heard plenty about Kyless from Mal and my dad. I figured since she's not a fighter, has been a pretty model prisoner for quite a while, and has your bracelet on which she can't remove and I wouldn't remove for her, that the <em>danger</em> was minimal. Beyond all that, she's been nothing but kind and receptive and law-abiding to say the least. You guys could give her <em>some</em> credit." He wasn't being dismissive, but it seemed a big deal was being made out of nothing.<br><br>&nbsp;"If a similar situation happens, I'll call somebody. I'll make sure to explain how I'm in no danger from her, and no one else is either when she's with me...in case someone decides to make a mountain out of a mole hill like a dumbass and tries to clean up a situation that doesn't need it." Ryusei was many things, but one to back down in the face of admonishment wasn't one of them. He'd never just sit and take something if he felt there was no reason for it. The conversation quickly continued on, with him smirking and laughing when Toshiro said <em>if</em> his mother was up for a shopping trip. "She's <em>always</em> up for a shopping trip."<br><br>&nbsp;When they talked about the "orange soap", Ryusei realized he'd misspoke. It wasn't that Kyless smelled bad, he was just used to far more fragrance. Everyone in his household got sweaty a lot, whether from training or spending long hours in a lab or office, or out fighting evil demons. So it was just a "thing" that all the Tetsuda's made sure they were clean and smelling nice as often as possible. Kyless didn't have that luxury, and though she was clean, it was industrial soap that <em>only</em> cleaned and did nothing else. Toshiro's explanation made him understand that and it made even more sense about why Kyless had been so excited about the shower and all the body washes, perfumes, and lathers she'd had access to. <br><br>He nodded his head, understanding what Toshiro was explaining, but wondering why it was an issue if the bracelet stayed on 99% of the time so any magic she could draw from natural substances wouldn't work anyway. But he wasn't the scientist. "Okay. I suppose that makes sense," was his response. When Kyless brought up how Mallory cheated and how it made her feel, Ryusei felt for the demoness. She wasn't one to hide her emotions, and he could tell from her voice she didn't enjoy following the rules while other people broke them and treated her badly. Then she blew his mind and asked if she could keep him. <br><br>Without even realizing it, crimson rapidly spread across his face, and he nervously rubbed his head. When Toshi asked him the same question, if she could keep him, he gulped heavily then nodded his head. "Of course you can keep me, Kyless. If I can keep you," he said with a sheepish grin. No one had ever asked if they could have him before, and he certainly had no problem letting Kyless be the first. The test with the weird arcanometer thing had revealed something to Toshiro that was a bad<em>thing</em> in Kyless' ever more popular speech pattern. His two suggestions were either turn down the intensity of the bracelet, hoping it would still work, but not actually harm Kyless in the future. Or take it off, but she be stuck in her cell. <br><br>The higher ups in Ryusei's eyes were like prison wardens. They thought only harsh rules and repetition and monotony could rehabilitate someone. But they ignored how treating people like shit and putting them in bad conditions only made them hate you more as time went on. It was obvious just by looking at how prisoners from all over the world for centuries tended to end up right back in prison after being treated awfully while on the inside the first time. "Maybe you can find a good middle ground. Hopefully at least." When the doctor removed the bracelet, almost immediately Kyless took advantage and flexed her powers...<em>hard</em>. <br><br>Her fingers, then her hand turned invisible, then back, and then all illusory hell broke loose. Infinite plans of trippy colors, cliffs made of clouds. A million other things that didn't make sense were flying past them at such speed it was like the opening crawl of a Marvel movie. While Toshrio was overwhelmed, Ryusei was simply awed, and his glowing eyes widened in sheer amazement at just what Kyless could do. "It's...it's beautiful." Half a minute of impossibility before their very eyes, and when it was over, Ryusei was kind of disappointed with the real world as the most beautiful demon he'd ever seen fell onto her bed, exhausted from pushing her magic so far in such a short amount of time after not being able to use it for far longer. <br><br>"Your big magic is so wonderful, Kyless. It's almost as beautiful as you." After resting a bit, all of Kyless' energy seemed to return, and she nearly attacked Marceline in her excitement to get the admittedly cute cat in her arms. He watched in amusement as she played with the cat, then put her on her head so she could perch on her horns like some sort of feline queen. She introduced him to Marceline, and he nodded his head. "It's good to meet you, Marceline," he said not only to placate Kyless, but because he was still conviced something was up with the cat. <br><br>He got told the rules for staying so he nodded. "Okay. I'll bring her a pillow or a toy next time. You can't keep me if I can't be around, now can you?" After telling the cat a bit about him, he reached out and scritched the pretty feline behind her ears and under her chin before she wriggled free from Kyless' horns and went over to Toshiro and forced him to acknowledge her. It was then that Ryusei noticed the poor guy was completely out of it. Despite his intelligence, it seemed his human brian couldn't quite comprehend everything it had seen. Maybe because he was a hybrid it didn't affect him the same? "Toshiro? <em>Toshiro</em>?!" He snapped his fingers to no response, then had an idea. "This won't be pleasant, but I think it'll wake you up." Opening a small portal, he took the doctors hand and placed it inside. There was no connecting portal this time, only the repository for the infinite abyssal darkness that he controlled. The cold would be otherworldy, so he only placed his hand inside for a moment, but the shock would hopefully snap him out of whatever stupor he'd been left under. <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>07-11-2020, 02:53:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Continued From Toshiro (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15608587#msg15608587) and Ryusei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322750.msg15609192#msg15609192)</span></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/80/e1/ca80e14d974ba257a040889cd05602df.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> Kyless (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=322870.msg15501371#msg15501371)<br><strong>DAY:</strong> June 15th, 2021 | 12:00 PM<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Kyless' Cell at SOPHE<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Doctor Toshiro | The Descendant Ryusei | Marceline<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> The Human Mallory | The Humdrum Kevin<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless still cannot smell.&nbsp; :-(<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Her Bells | Ryusei's Dress (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0030/6289/0531/products/Adyce-2019-New-Summer-Bodycon-Bandage-Dress-Women-Vestidos-Sexy-Strapless-Midi-Club-Dress-Runway-Celebrity_800x.jpg?v=1580655978) | Bare Feet </span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">“Mar-ce-line!” the trickster protested, <em>jingling</em>, as the <em>not</em>-cat left her and glided over to the Doctor Toshiro. She did not even say <em>hello</em> to the Descendant Ryusei. Kyless knew the Descendant Ryusei was not going to be as best to Marceline as the Doctor Toshiro was, but still, Marceline <em>should</em> have greeted Ryusei, a Descendant. The Doctor Toshiro was <em>always</em> afraid of Kyless’ magic. The fact that he was wilted like a rotting flower after playing in her magic was not something new. <br><br>Though, how he spoke of the Human Mallory and the Descendant Ryusei was… <em>different</em>.<br><br>The trickster frowned as Ryusei <em>left</em> her too, to aid the Doctor Toshiro. Her blue-grey cheeks puffed out in uncertainty. The Doctor Toshiro said Mallory had made a mis… <em>Misstep</em>. Because she did not know the rules. <em>But this was a lie. It was un-true. The Human Mallory knew the rules.</em> She had told Kyless the rules, <em>again</em>, when Kyless had arrived at the boring and awful ‘shopping’ place. The Humdrum Kevin was in that place too, and even <em>he</em> knew the rules for Mallory. He told Kyless to <em>behave</em> with the human Mallory. So the human Mallory did know the rules, and therefore she knew she had broken them. She <em>was</em> a cheater. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless pulled her long legs up to her chest, clasping them tightly. <em>Mallory was a cheater and a human.</em> A silly, foolish human. And always, eventually, these silly, foolish humans left Kyless, and did not want to play with her anymore. The Human Mallory did not want to play with her anymore. The Human Mallory left her. This was true. <em>Why would the Doctor Toshiro not say this? Why would he lie? He lied about the ‘shopping’ place too, it was not-Outside. Not even close to The Outside, or ad-ja-cent to The Outside.</em><br><br>The 'shopping' place was also so horrid that neither her or Ryusei had spent any human time there. Of course, Kyless could not say <em>this</em> to the Doctor Toshiro, or else both her and the Descendant Ryusei would be in trouble and would not be allowed to be together anymore. <em> Ryusei said she could keep him. He said he wanted to keep her too.</em> <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Kyless turned her horned, belled head and watched as Ryusei used <em>his</em> magic. <em>Another portal, but it was so small! And it was for the Doctor Toshiro.</em> Doctor Toshiro seemed to like the Descendant Ryusei’s magic, but this was <em>un</em>-surprising, as Ryusei was a <em>Descendant</em>. Every <em>some</em>thing should adore the magic of a Descendant. <em>But… why could the Doctor Toshiro not like her magic, even for a little?</em> He said humans did not like it when her magic was frightening. But he was afraid of <em>all</em> of her magic, even when she made trees! Trees hurt <em>no</em>thing. Especially trees that where <em>not</em> real. <br><br>And Kyless had not wished to create <em>that</em> many places with her magic, but she had so many waiting for Toshiro’s bracelet to come off! Ryusei said they were beautiful and wonder… <em>Wonderful</em>, but… He also said she <em>could</em> be frightening. <em>Was… this a lie? Her magic could not be both.</em> If a <em>some</em>thing found her magic frightening, then they would <em>leave</em> Kyless. Just like the Human Mallory did, before, today, <em>this</em> day. Kyless rubbed her big, golden eyes. They were tired, heavy. Still heavy. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. Both Marceline and the Descendant Ryusei were helping the Doctor Toshiro. But Kyless did not want to help the Doctor Toshiro, she wanted the Doctor Toshiro to help <em>her</em>.<br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. The trickster stood on her bare, lumpy, white mattress and <em>swayed</em> a little bit. Now that the fuzz had disappeared things felt… <em>un</em>-steady. “Doctor To-shi-ro?” the demoness chanted, singing his name into three, ringing syllables. “Doctor Toshiro!” His hand was still <em>in</em>side of the Descendant Ryusei’s portal. Kyless wondered where this portal went. For a moment more, she wondered if she would get to go wherever the Doctor Toshiro was, but then realized that she was foolish for doing so. She hardly <em>ever</em> got to go where the Doctor Toshiro went, she just got to stay <em>here</em>, in her boring, bland cell that was certainly <em>not</em>-Outside. “Doctor Toshiro,” Kyless chanted <em>still</em> as she swayed over to him, the tall human being stuck to the ordinary ground of her cell. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Did you mean what you spoke? Did you mean it, Doctor Toshiro, that Ryusei will not like my magic?” It was a truly <em>ugly</em>thing to say, yes indeed. Her bare feet stopped, right next to the Doctor Toshiro's shoes. <em>Jingle</em>.<br><br>She did not have his bracelet on. <em>Marceline…</em> Kyless blinked her golden eyes at the not-cat, who was focused on the Doctor Toshiro. The Doctor Toshiro did <em>not</em> trust Kyless without <em>his</em> bracelet. “My magic cannot be small forever…” the trickster whispered, sadly. She wanted, <em>very much</em>, for these silly humans to play with her, including the Human Mallory, and the Humdrum Kevin, and especially the Doctor Toshiro but… not enough to make her magic <em>small</em>. Magic was alive. If it was small for too long, then Kyless could not be alive anymore. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. But the Doctor Toshiro did not trust Kyless when her magic was alive. And so, <em>instead</em> of touching him, the trickster turned and <em>left</em>, swaying towards the tables of the Doctor Toshiro’s strange medicine... <em>Medical</em> equipment.<br><br><em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “Not done! Not done!” Kyless chanted excitedly, looking over all the <em>many</em>things on the cold and shiny surfaces. She was not certain <em>which</em>thing was the <em>right</em>thing. And if she could not decide on the one <em>right</em>thing… She would decide on <em>all</em> of the things. The trickster carefully collected a very many of the <em>pokers</em> and the <em>pressers</em> from one of the many shiny surfaces and carried them, so carefully, over to the seated Doctor Toshiro. He was very <em>quiet</em>. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. “The pears did not smell like pears, Doctor To-shi-ro,” said Kyless softly, repeating <em>some</em>thing she had <em>tried</em> to explain earlier, and very, <em>very</em> gently set the <em>many</em>things in the precious lap of the Doctor Toshiro, as if not to break them, whatever they were. Then the trickster scampered backwards, and sat on the boring ground, just two feet from him, right in <em>front</em> of his lost gaze. <em>Jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>, <em>jingle</em>. She looked down at the small pile of tools in his lap, and then back at his pale, shocked face with hope. “Still broken.” Kyless chanted, but it was <em>un</em>-clear if she was speaking of her nose, or the traumatized Doctor in front of her.<br><br>He might not have trusted Kyless, but Kyless trusted the Doctor Toshiro.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TinCanTalos</strong> on <strong>15-11-2020, 05:00:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Burdensome Bracelet and the Descendant's Deal</strong></span></div><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, 11:30AM <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE HQ, Kyless' Cell<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kyless, Ryusei | Mentions: <br><strong>EXTRA:</strong>&nbsp; Horizontal line represents a small jump in time<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Toshiro is currently wearing a cream colored graphic t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2292/0133/products/B_wander_640x.jpg?v=1571609586), dark cerulean cargo shorts and running shoes, a Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters' insignia ball cap, and a pair of over-ear headphones with a stark white frame around his neck. A canvas messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, its surface almost entirely consisting of patches and buttons from an assortment of cartoons, movies, bands, and video games. | Marceline is wearing a red nylon collar with a black nickel bell.<br><hr>Toshiro replied to Ryusei's statement regarding Kyusei's potential for harm with a look that spoke volumes of the researcher's regarding of what he saw to be naivete on the younger man's part. “A model prisoner? I'm betting you either hadn't listened to what Mal and your dad had told you, or they gave you the short version about her stay here.” Toshiro's voice didn't bear a note of condescension, after all there was a significant chance that both Mallory and Azmodiel had neglected to include Kyless' behavior prior to Toshiro being placed as her warden, but if Ryusei was to potentially accept the offer the scientist had for him, he wouldn't allow him to make it without knowing all of the pertinent information. <br><br>“Agents Kimbo, Lu, and Chi-Yun. All three were agents of SOPHE told to stop Kyless from getting out of here. She murdered all three of them, and before you say that was a long time ago, don't. Chi-Yun was killed only six months ago. Kyless tricked Chi-Yun into hanging herself in her room using her bedding. Left her there to suffocate as Kyless escaped, probably left an illusion up so the other guards on the search for Kyless wouldn't see her struggling to understand what was happening in her last minutes.” Looking to the spot in the room where Chi-Yun's lifeless body had been found Toshiro continued with a struggled calm, his voice somewhat cracking as he continued, “I used to tease her about marrying her girlfriend at the time. I mean Cameron is a successful photographer with one of the biggest friendliest pups you'd ever know, why not... why not give her a ring? Chi-Yun always told me there'd be time later. I told her she was an idiot. Guess I was right.” Turning away from the two, Toshiro seemed to scratch his eye brow before turning back to face them, trying not to recall the sight of his friend's lifeless body tangled unmoving among the bedding.<br><br>The head researcher couldn't help but smile broadly at Ryusei's not taking the older man's lecturing lying down. Even if Toshiro did think that the younger man was being arrogant in assuming his precautions were overabundant, he couldn't help but appreciate the hybrid's undeniable spirit. However there was one point Toshiro had to clarify as Ryusei had thought it important to bring up on several occasions, “You've said that the bracelet makes Kyless toothless, but that's being fat headed. She didn't get out of her cell over fifty times just because she has amazing illusions, she did it by being clever, and that's a knife that stays sharp no matter how many bracelets I put on her.” <br><br><hr> <br>Even after Ryusei placed Toshiro's hand in that realm of otherworldly chill and darkness, it seemed to take the researcher a moment to recognize it had happened, his mind still being trapped a few illusions in the past, relentlessly and pedantically cataloging and filing away each detail for future recollection. This took a significantly longer amount of time to process images representative of previously assumed impossibilities: Ground water trickling upwards, streaming off of towering cerulean blades of grass before pooling into a great sea that flowed so serenely over head;&nbsp; waves of undulating cogs and sprockets filled with schools of chittering mechanical fish; and above all else that existentially confounding cube, so great was it's mystery that there were no words in any language sufficient to begin explaining it's cabalistic being.<br><br>It took a moment for Toshiro to show any reaction to Ryusei's gesture apart from mouthing soundless descriptions of what he'd seen, almost completely oblivious seeming to what had just happened. Then suddenly, with a shout of surprise and slight pain that could best be translated as, “Fuckingshitcoldamnshit!” Toshiro immediately leapt to his feet, medical instruments loudly clattering for the floor as he attempted to warm his icy hand with a combination of warm breath and rubbing it with his other hand. While he was still clearly shaken from what had happened, the sudden jolt of cold had at least brought him out of his stupor as he stumbled around the edge of the room with what seemed to be undefined purpose, the words that had been spoke to and around him during his mental overload filtering into his mind as he struggled to respond to them in a semblance of the order in which they were asked.<br><br>“Mean it? What do you... oh R-Ryusei? Did I... yes!” Looking down at Kyless with an increasingly less vacant stare, Toshiro looked at her expectantly as if what he had said somehow warranted a response before continuing frantically, “No no no, he could not l-like your magic but he might w-wont... not or will.” Tightly closing his eyes in an effort to compare what he'd said to what he'd meant to say, a finger held up towards the other two in the room to indicate they were to wait for him to continue, he took a deep breath before restating his garbled statement as, “It's... it d-depends on what you do with your magic K-kyless. R-ryu's probably... well he might not be the goodest j-judge of g-good, but if you h-hurt someone he thinks is good, he won't think y-you're a <em>goodthing</em>.”<br><br>Walking over to his fallen messenger bag, he withdrew a small steel case from inside, and after undoing to metal latches on the side, revealed a series of small glass jars within, each capped with a small metal screw on cap. Pulling the one with a sticker of a leaf and a snowflake into his hand, he held it out for Kyless to take. “Eucalyptus, p-peppermint, and a few other things. P-put this on your n-nostrils. It m-might help clear you up a bit. Least we'll know if y-you can smell p-p-pears again as soon as you smell this. It's the first time I've treated for t-this, so we'll just see if time and congestion remedies will work while we wait.” The other jars audibly rattled within the confines of the case as he held it in his free hand, waiting for Kyless to take his offered treatment. <br><br>Realizing it'd be best to to show the effect, he unscrewed the lid of the offered jar, took a small finger full of the thick salve within, and spread it just above his upper lip. Soon after he could feel the familiar cool feeling aroma travel up his nose and swirl throughout his head, further shaking loose the webs Kyless' magic had spread throughout his thoughts. “Ahhh, that's n-nice. Smells better than orange soap, that's for sure.” Once again he held the jar out to Kyless, his hand still visibly trembling as he did.<br><br>As he waited for Kyless to take the jar, Toshiro once again regarded Ryusei in silence for a moment before asking passively, “Kn-knowing all that, what do you think of Kyless here? You've heard what she's done, and you've seen what she can do. Do you still want to be hers?” With the scientist back on his feet and seemingly mostly recovered, Marceline had returned to sitting up on Kyless' mattress, extending her head expectantly towards the trickster to indulge in a promise made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TinCanTalos</strong> on <strong>19-12-2020, 02:19:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Mysteries of Mice and Unintended Introductions</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Date Toshiro<br><strong>DAY:</strong>January 14th, 2020, 11:30 PM <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, Toshiro's Laboratory<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Late night science.<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured, but with a Polkadot Stingray (https://www.nautiljon.com/images/more/01/27/135972.jpg) shirt beneath his lab coat.<br><hr>While there were many researchers in SOPHE's employ that would find the state of the newly promoted Research Lead Toshiro Date's office and private laboratory to be an utter travesty of disorganized clutter, the ever clever scientist insisted that the unpacked boxes of equipment, furniture, and files were more than sufficient enough tabletops and chairs for the interim. All around the room, from the stark white wall at the back separating his office from his bedroom, to the two large transparent walls that separated the room from the far larger common laboratories located on the other side, and to the large window that stood between the lab and his balcony garden, stacks of boxes and carts of files were strewn and stacked with no labeling or marking to indicate that they had been placed with any particular reason. Atop most of the boxes were scattered papers from the various departments that Toshiro had now found himself overseeing, each almost uniformly now adorned with drawings in the margins either pertaining to their subject matter, or representing some form of a lovingly detailed Marceline the cat in the midst of various motions. While it was difficult to blame visual phenomenon on shadows under the stark glow of the white panel lights above that burned so brightly against the dark night outside his window, one could almost find themselves believing that they could see, out of the corner of their eyes, these well rendered flat felines actually engaging in the motions that they were drawn in.<br><br>Along the so far mostly unadorned back wall rested a number of rectangular transparent containers of various sizes stacked from the floor to the ceiling, each only similar in whatever material they were made of, the swinging doors at the front of each of them, and the thin inch-wide ribbons of worn and yellowed papyrus that rested across the cases' fronts, each adorned in a number of faintly visible symbols and holding with a rigidity that defied their decrepit appearance. The various containers all had a unique lock, each fashioned out of a uniquely colored metal above which a warning sticker seemed to warn off sticking one's finger into the keyhole unless the hypothetical curious lock prober didn't mind losing a finger. Yet for all of this, what seemed to be security, these cases were almost all empty. The only exceptions being an old scruffy doll with a green floral patterned dress sitting among furnishings common to the American 1920s, a peculiar haniwa statue with ruby eyes and golden inlay arranged in symbols recognized neither by humans or any of the demons on staff at SOPHE, and a rather unassuming rock covered with moss that slowly and subtly shifted between forest green and dark teal hues.<br><br>At the center of the room an especially large box, with imagery indicating it contained an impressive desk with padded corners and a number of steel drawers, sat as a makeshift work surface; its glossy surface, much like the rest of the room, covered in miscellaneous papers, half eaten dry ramen noodle cakes, and a large glass tank with a dense white sheet thrown over it. Besides the tank rested a pair of copper bangles, each attached to a pair of vice grips as make shift handles, the bangles themselves were connected with a series of wires to a rather unique appearing machine with an undeniably antique appearance, its interface made up of rows of unlabeled iron switches and knobs rather than more modern touch or key pad oriented interfaces, its only display a small iron arrow behind a half circle pane of glass residing in front of a diagram written out in the Persian alphabet.<br><br>It was a rare sight for Doctor Toshiro Date to be present in the laboratories of SOPHE after all his colleagues and recently made charges had left for the night. It was his firm belief that a mind too dedicated towards a single thing became overly rigid in its approach, leaving the owner with a lack of creativity in regards to solving whatever quandaries it may face. That being said, there were two other things he believed with equal fervency, that the task he was working on could only be overseen by the most talented researcher SOPHE possessed; and that demon mice, much like many of their Earth based counter parts, had a preference for late hours and still surroundings in which to enjoy cheese and milk.<br><br>Slowly pulling the tank's covering away as to not too suddenly introduce its two inhabitants to the undeniably bright light of his room, Toshiro couldn't help but take a moment to sigh at the exact same sight he'd taken in when he had put the covering over the tank previously. Atop a bed of freshly shredded paper sat a pair of what at first glance would appear to be a mouse and a rat. It would only be on closer inspection that one might notice the differences between these once servants of Osefo and regular rodents, the somewhat larger of the pair having a fairly pronounced musculature covered with oddly majestic golden fur that seemed to grow longer around the head than it did the rest of the body. The smaller creature had a far more diminutive build, but it's flawless black fur grew with the same similarity to human hair, yet more remarkable still was the faint silhouette of a tiny crown that floated above it's head, the unmistakable marking of Osefo's favored.<br><br>It was not these visual details that sunk Toshiro's spirits momentarily, but the unchanged behavior of the tank's inhabitants, the same behavior they seemed to have been locked into since the death of Osefo. Frozen in place, the rat held an exceedingly dynamic pose that seemed to speak to what a warrior might adopt as they skillfully dodged over an on coming projectile while readying some form of weapon to counter with, the creature's face stuck in an surprisingly expressive look of disdain and focus. The smaller demon's posture was far less dignified, but equally expressive. Pressing it's large round ears down over it's eyes, it had been locked in a perpetual cower behind the more martially inclined of the pair, or at least that's how Toshiro had imagined things.<br><br>After removing the tank's lid, Toshro swapped out the still untouched plate of day old cheese and milk he'd placed the previous night with a fresh meal. He then carefully removed the two occupants and placed them on to his makeshift desk box desk. “And how are you two tonight? Any changes?” Toshiro knew from experience that these sorts of questions never evoked a response, but he wasn't sure if his vacant eyed subjects could hear him or not, and so he thought it best to attempt to be as polite as he could. “I finally got my hands on the arcanometer, I'm betting it'll help us figure out what's got the two of you stuck like that.” Toshiro gestured towards the antique machine before picking up the more pliable and smaller specimen before gently placing it's head through one bangle, and it's tail through the other. “I'm sorry if this hurts, it shouldn't, nobody's ever complained about these things hurting before, but we haven't really had a case like yours before.”<br><br>Instantly the needle on the arcanometer began to swivel ever so slightly in recognition of the small trace of magic passing through the tiny demon's body, the readings changing slightly as Toshiro continuously adjusted the placement of the bangles to better analyze the various parts of the 'mouse's' body. Unsurprisingly, at first the highest reading seemed to occur when the bangles inched closer to the illusionary crown that floated above the creature's head. Less expected was the far higher and wildly varying readings the machine picked up on as the bangles passed closer to the demon's tail. In an instant the readings flicked from almost absolutely no magic, to a level of magic usually only seen in far older and more powerful demons, before once again showing an utter absence of energy. Toshiro furrowed his brow in confusion at this peculiar phenomenon, and he usually would have imagined it was the result of faulty equipment, but the arcanometer, once set, had never observably made an error in the process of measuring magical energy. “That's... weird...” Toshiro whispered to himself as he continued to run the same examination over and over again in order to make sure that the arcanometer wasn't simply picking up on some errant thread of energy that might be radiated from a nearby demon or artifact, and yet the readings seemed to be mostly consistent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wired Rabbit</strong> on <strong>29-12-2020, 05:05:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Mysteries of Mice and Unintended Introductions</span></strong></span></div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://images-ext-2.discordapp.net/external/_5ac9uHJJ6jMRY6_AtILe-kECqNnAiJGCnrEnFdR11s/https/i.imgur.com/Qigfp8Ih.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>NAME:</strong> A Floating Glass Box with a Mossy Rock.<br><strong>DAY:</strong> January 14th, 2021 | 11:30 PM <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> A New, Good Place (SOPHE Headquarters, Toshiro's Laboratory)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The Doctor Toshiro | The Two Unfortunate Osefo Demons<br><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Kyless is currently invisible, but anything she interacts with is visible. Almost like... a Poltergeist ;)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Unknown</span><br><hr><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Kyless was trying very hard to be quiet, but as the <em>intense</em> chase continued it became more and more difficult not to make noise. <em>Skitter, scatter! Skitter, scatter!</em> The trickster had been wise enough to leave her precious, jingling bells behind, back in her horrid, horrid cell, but now she wanted to yell, and shriek, and wail for any <em>one</em>thing to hear.<em> Bang, bang, bang!</em> The last few days… These silly, SOPHE humans no longer wanted to keep Kyless inside. They also wanted to h-huh...-arm… <em>Harm</em>. They wanted to harm Kyless, too. <em>Pitter, patter, skitter, scatter!</em> All the boring walls looked the same. <em>Boom, bang, boom.</em> They hunted her like some sort of creature. <em>She just wanted to go to the Outside. Why was this such a badthing? She did not understand why the Outside was such a badthing.</em><br><br>The trickster knew she had to go upwards to get to the Outside, but she… <em>Bang, yell, bang, boom.</em> The demoness <em>trembled</em> and tried to focus as she scampered from one hall to the next, hearing <em>Them</em> behind her, near her. She could not seem to get rid of them. She wanted to be rid of them. She wanted to get out. Go away. <em>All these stupid, vile SOPHE humans should go away, yes.</em> But instead, more sounds. <em>Bang, bang, crack, thump.</em> Her lips trembled. Must not go backward, must go forward and… <em>Click, click. Click, click.</em> Her <em>un</em>-visible blue-grey claws tugged on doors that would not open. <em>Must hide! Must, must!</em> They knew her illusions, but not all things. She would hide and think of another way out. <em>Yes. Yes, another way.</em><br><br><em>Fwoosh.</em> <em>Yes, yes!</em> <em>Fwoosh.</em> She <em>closed</em> the open door again, and horrid, horrid bangs and yells became soft… Softer. Softly. <em>Bright, bright, too bright!</em> Her cell was too dark now. <em>They</em> made it too dark to see. They did not want to see Kyless anymore, or any one thing that Kyless had created. <em>Hide, hide! Crush. Oh!</em> The trickster <em>trembled</em> more as she scampered into the side of a… square. A brown square. A… <em>box</em>. With paper on its top. There were lots of these... <em>boxes</em>. <em>Hard to move inside of this place. But, but! Easy to hide! Yes, yes, very easy to hide! Good place, good place! What was this place?</em><br><br>It was too bright, and also too big. Too boring too, of course, but that was <em>un</em>-surprising to the trickster. There were more… brown boxes, and white boxes, and shiny things and… <em>Sniff! Sniff! Ack! Another SOPHE human!</em> The trickster instantly crouched behind a few open boxes, even though she still could not be seen. These brown boxes had many things inside. Many things Kyless had not seen before. This particular SOPHE human was speaking to something… No, somethings. More than one. <em>Demons of Osefo.</em> The trickster titled her horned head, and began climbing, from one brown, square box to the next, over awkward furniture to see better. This human seemed preoccupied with these two Osefo demons. <em>This was a very goodthing, yes. Yes, indeed. Ker-thump.</em> The <em>un</em>-visible trickster leapt from the top of one brown, square box to another as she peered around the new, possibly good, place. <em>Was that? Stars! Outside! Window! Ker-thump. Ker-thump. Ker-thump. Hop, swing. Hop, hop, swing.</em> Each square sank a little, just a little, beneath her bare feet so Kyless had to move quickly. <em>Ker-thump, ker-thump, ker-thump.</em> Sometimes a piece of paper would fall from the top of one square box to the boring ground, but that was okay. Yes. This particular SOPHE human was doing strange things to the Osefo demons, and putting strange colored things on them that were not… clothes. This particular human was not paying attention to Kyless, or the very <em>slight</em> disruptions she was creating. If she was not escaping forever, this would be a kind of fun. <em>Ker-thump, Ker-thump.</em><br><br><em>Oh. Wall.</em> The path had ended. Kyless stood, on one foot, at the top of a very high stack of square boxes, clearly having chosen the wrong path. <em>Must make it to the Stars! And to the dark Outside!</em> It made Kyless a little sad, but at least she could <em>see</em> Outside. <em>Yes, yes. The Sun would come back soon again, and for now she could say hello to the Moon! Yes.</em> She missed the Moon very much. <em>Ker-thump, Ker-thump, Ker-thump. </em>The trickster hopped back to the center of her path, and then moved around this particular SOPHE human and the two, unfortunate Osefo demons to get to the Stars. <em>Ker-thump.</em> Kyless could not help but watch as the SOPHE human observed the Osefo demons, as they wore the strange, not-clothes. What was he finding? Why were two demons of Osefo here, in this place? <em>No!</em> <br><br><em>Not more human glass. Tap, tap, tap!</em> Kyless’ dark blue nails rasped on the horrid, see-through surface. She could see the window, and the many desks before it. There were no other humans, for which she was pleased, but <em>more</em> human glass? Maybe there… There must be another path around. <em>Crush. Oh.</em> She stepped into another brown, square box. A piece of paper fell onto her bare feet, and she picked it up. <em>This was…</em> Not what the trickster expected. <em>It was hard to read.</em> Of course it was hard to read, but it <em>was</em> in demon, a form of demon, perhaps a symbol of Zelkova, but poorly written. Not correct. The meaning was very wrong. But it was something… <em>familiar</em>… Something that reminded the trickster of her home, finally. <em>Sniff, sniff.</em> But there was no time to be sad. The trickster dropped the paper, letting it float to the ground, as she hopped over more… square boxes with more, different things inside of them. <em>Ker-thump, Ker-thump, Ker-thump.</em> <em>Maybe this way… Yes.</em> Get away from the door at least, where the horrid, <em>horrid</em> SOPHE hunters were. The trickster twisted, looking back towards the still closed door. They were gone for now, but they would be back… Soon. <em>Yes, very soon. Must…</em> <em>Knock, tick!</em><br><br><em>Oh!</em> More things. She tried to peer at them carefully. <em>Things for the Osefo demons, perhaps?</em> These things were all in human glass, with locks and more strange, <em>human</em> symbols. But it was not the old, imperfect doll – who surely belonged to a very lonely, imaginative human child – or the peculiar statue – which could certainly charm many Osefo demons, through its mysterious shine and price – that caused the trickster to suddenly let out a very soft, and very short, <em>shriek</em>. “Ee!” Moss! <em>Tap, tap, tap!</em> Kyless’ blue-grey hands clawed at the glass box that contained the precious, precious Moss. She could not touch it through the cruel, human glass. Moss! Moss! Frantically, the trickster climbed onto of the glass cage that held the Moss captive, trying to see a way inside, trying to get to the rock that held the Moss. “Eee!” Kyless wailed softly, as the Moss shifted from one color of green to another. <em>This Moss was like her! This Moss showed many different things! This Moss was special and wild and full of magic and these horrid, cruel SOPHE humans took it from the Outside and kept it in here! Sq-ooosh!</em> The trickster slipped carefully off of the Moss’ glass cage and back onto the ground. She was very lucky she did not land on another brown, square box. <br><br>Kyless <em>wanted</em> to take them all – the doll for a child, the shiny statue for a trade, and the Moss rock for the Outside – but the trickster could only carry one of the heavy, glass boxes. She was nimble, almost always, but she was not very strong. And so the Moss was chosen as most important. When the horrid, cruel SOPHE humans gave Kyless her bells, they told her there were human children <em>here</em>, of all places. <em>Maybe the imperfect doll could find them, when Kyless could not.</em> The trickster swayed with the glass cage in both, <em>un</em>-visible hands, but she was determined. <em>Kyless and the Moss would go to the Outside, once and for all!</em> This particular human had not one, but two Osefo demons, and that was far enough. They could not keep Kyless anymore. No, no, no! <em>Ker-thunk-thump.</em> “Eee,” Kyless hiccuped. It was very difficult to carry the Moss in the glass cage over all of the brown square boxes, and white square boxes, and tables, and chairs, and, and, and…. She kept trying to turn it <em>un</em>-visible too, but she could not. She could not touch the Moss, and so she could not hide it. <em>Ker-thunk!</em> The un-visible trickster set the Moss and its unfortunate, glass cage on to the top of a closed, brown, square box, trying to catch her breath, very quietly. <em>Yes, must be quiet!</em> <em>Tap, tap.</em> Her bare feet landed on the ground and she lifted the glass box again, swaying with it over to another pathway of brown, square boxes. “Ee… Ee… Ee…” Kyless huffed and puffed as she <em>ker-thumped</em> it down on another box again. <em>BANG, BANG, YELL!</em><br><br><em>Oh no! Very bad! Bad, bad, bad!</em> Kyless swallowed and <em>scampered</em> behind the pile of brown, square boxes. <em>Scratch, scratch, scratch!</em> Quick, quick. Do not let <em>Them</em> find you! Hide! Hide! But she did not forget the precious, special Moss and reached up, carrying the glass box down in front of her. They – the trickster and the Moss – hid behind these boxes, pressed up against a boring, cold wall. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She could not look away from the closed door. <em>They</em> were almost here. <em>They</em> were going to h-arm Kyless again. She clutched the glass cage with the Moss closer to her chest, shaking very, <em>very</em> badly. She wanted to run towards the Window another time, but the trickster was too afraid. <em>Hiding was better. Hiding was… Was… Best? Yes, yes. Sniff, sniff.</em> She looked down at the Moss. For now, the trickster was silent.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fight for Humanity (Past Stories) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TinCanTalos</strong> on <strong>08-01-2021, 22:17:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Mysteries of Mice and Unintended Introductions</span></strong></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Date Toshiro<br><strong>DAY:</strong>January 14th, 2020, 11:30 PM <br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, Toshiro's Laboratory<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None<br><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Late night science.<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured, but with a Polkadot Stingray (https://www.nautiljon.com/images/more/01/27/135972.jpg) shirt beneath his lab coat.<br><hr>Initially Toshiro had been far too focused on the task of measuring the focal points of magical energy located within the Osefo demons to notice the less sensationally grabbing noises that had begun to pop up around him. Just as the door silently swung open and heralded the arrival of a nearly inaudible bump against a box of <em>Horns</em> manga magazines, Toshiro had squatted down at the side of his makeshift examination table to more closely examine the demons. With a final pass of moving the arcanometer's sensors along the lower half of the demons' bodies, Toshiro smiled in satisfaction.<br><br>“It's your tails isn't it? Everything about your magic seems steady and healthy until we get to the tips of your tails.” The head researcher couldn't be sure if the demonic rodents did or didn't appreciate what he was saying or doing, but he thought it best to demonstrate what he meant if the former possibility was accurate. With one of the bracers in hand, he passed it from the base of the more ratlike demon's tail to its tip, and as he did the arcanometer first provided a consistent reading of magic, the needle in the gauge resting firmly in the section often reserved for a demon of average magic ability, before then flailing erratically in position between far higher and lower levels of magical flow than what would usually be considered acceptable.<br><br>Equally strange was that it seemed like the magic circulating through each of the demons' tails seemed to extend into the empty space surrounding their pink appendages, almost as if it was emitting it into the air. After setting the bracers down, Toshiro stared at the pair of hapless Osefo demons for a moment before vocalizing his thoughts for the benefit of his stony audience, “I have a guess about what's wrong with you, and for me that usually means I know exactly what's wrong with you. I just have to get some ribbon and...”<br><br>Toshiro stopped suddenly as the sounds coming from all around him, although still relatively subtle, seemed to intensify with an audible series of eclectic <em>ker-thumps</em>, almost as if something were bumbling around his office and colliding into his boxes in a clumsy and chaotic fashion. “... Marcy are you in here? I don't want you eating these two, I'm pretty sure they aren't actually mice or rats.” Marceline the cat often had a way to move about unseen, and the feline attraction to cardboard boxes was a well documented phenomenon, so Toshiro made the obvious connection that his beloved cat was simply on the prowl somewhere just out of sight. “Just be careful where you step, at least one of these boxes is filled with vials of realllllly caustic spit. I'm pretty sure the last sample that spilled is still burning a hole in the ground through the lower levels.”<br><br>The rare mistake made by the unparalleled genius Toshiro Date was quickly brought to light however with the exceedingly un-Marceline like utterance of triplet <em>“Eees,”</em> Toshiro had never heard such an undignified noise coming from his fluffy companion, even in his most chemically elevated of states. “Who's there?” Toshiro's question betrayed no fear in his voice, only an unreserved mixture of genuine curiosity and concern. He doubted that whatever had entered the room had done so for the sake of hurting him as they would have probably had opportunities to do so before now.<br><br>Toshiro watched in fascination as the class container holding the magically altered moss covered rock almost began to float in an awkward and belabored manner from its perch and towards the floor, whatever means of locomotion that seemed to propel it obviously having a difficult time in getting it from one location to another. While he couldn't help but find this somewhat adorable in the way someone might view a child's attempt at mischief cute, his concern for the unseen perpetrator overrode his sense of amusement, “Are you alright? Kinda looks like your having a hard time moving that.” As far as Toshiro was concerned, the unknown entity had seized one of the more benign artifacts in his lab, not only reinforcing his belief that the current danger was minimal, but also building in him a curiosity as to this mysterious being's nature.<br><br>Whether for fear of him or the loud <em>BANG</em>ing at his door, Toshiro couldn't know, but the latter possibility was easy enough to remove from the situation. Taking several awkward steps across his office in an effort not to accidentally bump any of the boxes, Toshiro pulled the door open with smile at the small contingent of SOPHE agents that stood at the other side of the threshold. “Do you all need something?” The lead agent peered past Toshiro's lanky frame in an intense silence for a moment, his hands gripped tightly around his firearm before replying with clear frustration, “We're looking for an escaped prisoner, you probably wouldn't have seen it, but did you notice anything strange, Date? We'll need to take a look inside your office either way.”<br><br>Toshiro scratched his chin in silence as if contemplating whether or not he had noticed anything peculiar before replying with a shrug, “Can't say I've noticed anything weirder than usual around here. I'm also not going to let you into my private lab.” Holding up a hand to stifle the obvious interjection the agent was prepared to offer, Toshiro continued with a&nbsp; hint of annoyance now laced through his words, “As a research lead, my word on who and what enters my lab is just below the Director's. Now if you want to call her at almost midnight to tell her that I somehow missed something sneaking by right in front of me, you go right ahead.”<br><br>The suggestion of depriving Director Matsumoto of the rare quantity of personal time she took away from her position seemed to immediately drain from the agents face of all color. “That's... no I don't think that'll be necessary Da... Research Lead Date. Sorry for bothering you so late at night sir.” Toshiro waved away the apology with a smile before saying consolingly, “Nothing to apologize for, and I'll tell you what, leave two guards out in the hall. That way if the demon did sneak in and I didn't notice, they'll be able to catch them once they're done with me.”<br><br>Once the agents had wandered out of sight to continue with their search, Toshiro returned to his <em>desk</em> and looked towards the apparently floating glass case and the subtly color shifting moss within before saying simply, “Sorry about that, but I'm not going to tell them to go away entirely without knowing who you are, but at least you don't have to worry about them right now. At least we can talk in peace for a bit, unless you plan on doing something to me, which would be a bad idea because I'm probably your only chance at getting past those guard without you getting hurt. Now back to what I said before, are you alright? Are you hungry or thirsty? I have... green tea and dry ramen cakes.”<br><br>Turning back towards the other glass cases in curiosity for a moment, Toshiro added, “Why the moss?” Gesturing towards the other two items he added, “Sally's far more powerful, but I guess she might be a bit too dangerous for even other demons. The statue is... well I still don't know what it does, but some demons have tried really hard to get it from us in the past. The moss is... well it's very pretty.” Shaking his head in realization he added, “Oh right, my name is Doctor Toshiro Date. What should I call you?”
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