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@distortions-leftovers
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Detached Spiral Michael by @sir-qwillian-ferne . Canon typical warnings apply, but more particular warnings can be found later.
DS Michael's pronouns are an enigma, you have free reign until it (I) figured out what it's pronouns actually are, but please don't use exclusively he/him, because it's not a man (or not just a man.)
{ hey I'm still alive }
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
"An experiment?"
A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.
I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.
"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."
Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all
He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"
Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.
People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.
"Ah."
He was a tall man, with light brown skin and curly hair bleached blond. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, and black slacks. He looked surprisingly healthy, for someone working in this place.
It observes in silence for a while.
I don't think I've seen a single Michael, distortion or otherwise, who isn't taller than me. Hm...
Any interesting statements of late?
"Not particularly. Still getting used to my new coworkers."
Don't be surprised if Jon starts knowing things about you that he has no reason to know. Its an archivist thing and he probably won't realize he's doing it for a while yet.
"I will... Keep that in mind." He looked unnerved, but mostly tired. "I think I like him. I miss Gertrude, but he seems like a nice man..."
He means well. At least mine does.
And Gertrude... I wish I could've killed Gertrude myself. A gunshot was not enough pain for what she did.
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
"An experiment?"
A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.
I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.
"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."
Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all
He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"
Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.
People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.
"Ah."
He was a tall man, with light brown skin and curly hair bleached blond. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, and black slacks. He looked surprisingly healthy, for someone working in this place.
It observes in silence for a while.
I don't think I've seen a single Michael, distortion or otherwise, who isn't taller than me. Hm...
Any interesting statements of late?
"Not particularly. Still getting used to my new coworkers."
Don't be surprised if Jon starts knowing things about you that he has no reason to know. Its an archivist thing and he probably won't realize he's doing it for a while yet.
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
"An experiment?"
A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.
I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.
"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."
Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all
He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"
Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.
People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.
"Ah."
He was a tall man, with light brown skin and curly hair bleached blond. He was wearing a purple plaid shirt, and black slacks. He looked surprisingly healthy, for someone working in this place.
It observes in silence for a while.
I don't think I've seen a single Michael, distortion or otherwise, who isn't taller than me. Hm...
Any interesting statements of late?
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
"An experiment?"
A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.
I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.
"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."
Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all
He looked at him, then shook his head to clear it. "Right." He looked closer. "Did you get... Glasses?"
Yes. They adjust with my eyesight. It isn't as good as Shelley's was with his glasses, but much better than it can be sometimes. It is why I wanted to get a better look at you.
People are awfully interested in my emotions and feelings, enough to trade items like this for answers. It is very peculiar.
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
"An experiment?"
A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.
I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.
"It's been a few days for me, but I'm not sure if that matters, given how many... Disagreements, I've had with people these last few days, about that sort of thing."
Time doesn't work right in the halls, so that's probably close enough. There is no such thing as reality, after all
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
"An experiment?"
A distortion put me in the halls to see if it would harm me. My very nature, of course, is that I am something they cannot break down.
I stayed a while. I'm not sure for how long.
why are you so happy that he's alive
One: what do you mean "so happy". I'm being neutral at best.
Two: I don't want people to die?
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
"Not yet... You?"
Good.
I wouldn't say there was attempted homicide. An experiment, yes, but harmless on myself.
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
"Oh. Thank you." He opened the door and entered his office, leaving it open for the other him to follow if it liked.
You haven't died yet. That is good.
It follows him inside, hands clasped now behind its back.
Has anything tried to change that?
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
"I... Suppose so." He cleared his throat. "So... Why are you here?" His voice was a bit timid.
Primarily to see you. In the literal sense.
I want to compare you to Michael. The one whose memories I retain.
But you also make nearly decent company.
It is back, hovering outside the doorway of Michael's office. It is not in significant pain at the moment- it is here solely to speak with the intriguing little human again. It says nothing, it only adjusts its glasses to take a better look at him. Those are probably new, but can you really be certain?
( @distortions-leftovers )
He jumped when he saw it, nearly dropping his bag. "Oh... You're back. Um... Hello..."
Don't drop things. You might want them.
I need to put DS Michael into situations but I don't know what situations
help me
How to stop wanting anything tutorial easy
Did it actually digest Michael’s body or was he like, melded into whatever hint of a “body” it had? I can’t imagine that felt comfortable.
hm , ,
imagine shaking up two fizzy drinks
one clear one orange
and catching it in a bottle
it may have some clear it may have some orange, , ,
but it was permanently changed
and it will never be the same two drinks again
and one drink does not need two bottles
now imagine you took one of the bottles and smashed it. and left it there, tucked away in a space that never existed and must always exist
there may be some scrap of him
it would be nothing but shattered glass
"Scraps and fragments irreparable, only forcibly rebuilt - wrong, horribly wrong - through an event of the same kind that destroyed him... At least in my case..."
It is leaving the halls, reluctantly, but it has stated before that it's not in the habit of stealing 'food'... And it does need some form of sustenance, spirallic flayed shards of humanity or not.
@distortions-leftovers
LeAvInG aLrEaDy
*door shuts but voice does not dissapear*
"Necessity breeds unpleasant actions... Sometimes inaction... Inaction has been the reaction for longer than it should have been..."
It adjusts its glasses, but its vision is still fairly fuzzy. It wasn't needed to navigate the corridors, corridors that rebirthed and expelled it, but it needed to figure out where it was now.
Even magic glasses have their limit, don't they?
"Appreciate the... Ah... Place to stay, I suppose..?"
HaD tHe PlEaSuRe. CoMe ArOuNd AnY tImE!
"I think I will."
