Michael, Maybe, It's Just A Name

Michael Shelley, if I can even still be called that Speyeral || He/they/it

[the-other-shelley]

Umm, Hello

Michael Shelley here, or as close as I can be to him. Yes, I am the Distortion. Yes, I was fed to the Spiral by Gertrude Robinson. And, yes, I did manage to escape with some part of myself. I just don't know which part.

He/they/it pronouns, please. And be respectful, I'd rather not have to k!lL anyone today!

Hey! Crow here. I also run @vic-shelley, who happens to be Michael's twin brother! Tags:

Michael Spiral - rp

Speyeral ramblings - non-rp

Ask the Twistings - asks

[m-shelley-head-archivist]

HmmmMmmmm....

H0w... Int3resTinG......

Nice to meet you, MicH@el...

"Uhm... Hiiii...?"

[the-other-shelley]

Hello. I'm sorry, that was an odd introduction. I'm Michael, but not.

[m-shelley-head-archivist]

"Right. C-can I help you?"

[the-other-shelley]

I wanted to see if I could make a statement at some point. I've recorded them, but never given one, and, well, based off my... experience, I feel like I should.

[m-shelley-head-archivist]

"Oh, um, sure! It's, it's not what I'd recommend doing, but if you want to, I can't stop you. I just took the tube home; if you, um, stop by the institute tomorrow, I can take your statement then."

[the-other-shelley]

Of course! And I understand what I'm getting into.

[m-shelley-head-archivist]

HmmmMmmmm....

H0w... Int3resTinG......

Nice to meet you, MicH@el...

"Uhm... Hiiii...?"

[the-other-shelley]

Hello. I'm sorry, that was an odd introduction. I'm Michael, but not.

[m-shelley-head-archivist]

"Right. C-can I help you?"

[the-other-shelley]

I wanted to see if I could make a statement at some point. I've recorded them, but never given one, and, well, based off my... experience, I feel like I should.

[the-other-shelley]

Amelie is walking down the street,drowned in its own thoughts.

Michael???? is in a hurry. They don't know why. They never do. He trips and falls, as to be expected of it.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

"Oh no,are you alright??"

Amelie immediately spots the weird person, rushing to help.

[the-other-shelley]

It looks up, assessing Amelie.

"I'm fine, honestly. Adjusting to this many people!"

They laugh, an odd, echoing sound that is not normal.

[m-shelley-head-archivist]

HmmmMmmmm....

H0w... Int3resTinG......

Nice to meet you, MicH@el...

"Uhm... Hiiii...?"

[the-other-shelley]

Hello. I'm sorry, that was an odd introduction. I'm Michael, but not.

[wren-of-the-flock]

What if i gave myself to the Spiral instead :3

NO THATS EVEN WORSE!

[the-other-shelley]

The Spiral is not that horrible of a patron, birdie!

[the-other-shelley]

Amelie is walking down the street,drowned in its own thoughts.

Michael???? is in a hurry. They don't know why. They never do. He trips and falls, as to be expected of it.

[the-other-shelley]

Yes. And as for you, what exactly are you?

-Elea, The Vast

Hmmmm….

What an interesting question…..

How would you describe yourself? As the human part or the part that serves the Endless Falling?

And what am I? Am I still the scared, paranoid child? Am I something else entirely? How would a song describe itself? As the melody? The harmony? The bass line? There are so many things that make up the “what” we are now, so many parts that cannot be separated from the others.

[the-other-shelley]

H̸̜̣͆a̸̱͊ͅ ̶̜̋h̸͔́̽a̵̳̚ ̷̮̽ḣ̶͍̤̈́a̶͓͑͂.̶̳̯̈́.̴̦̼͌͛.̶̯̌ Hello.

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂ ( @fog-and-isolation )

Hello? Do we know each other? You seem… familiar.

[fog-and-isolation]

Hmmm, not in so many words. I am what would have become of you if you hadn't escaped the Spiral in your world. :)

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂

[the-other-shelley]

I didn’t escape. They still… I still… I don’t know. I know that it has me. It always has, I think, I just… don’t know.

Anyways, it’s nice to meet you.

[fog-and-isolation]

Ahh, I see...

Well, don't mind the little Lonely one who actually owns this web log if she comes by. She gets... nostalgic. She knew Michael Shelley, you know.

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂

[the-other-shelley]

A lot of people say they know Michael Shelley, but how much can one really, truly know? Not much, I believe.

[fog-and-isolation]

H̸̜̣͆a̸̱͊ͅ ̶̜̋h̸͔́̽a̵̳̚ ̷̮̽ḣ̶͍̤̈́a̶͓͑͂.̶̳̯̈́.̴̦̼͌͛.̶̯̌ "How much," indeed... Ah, but this particular songbird, she knew him very well. I can taste it...

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂

[the-other-shelley]

But, of course, how much Michael is still existent? Is it you who knows, or it it the part that is still Michael? When does Michael begin and you end?

[the-other-shelley]

I see. As for what you have just said, I am both a who and the sky. It’s pretty simple to me.

-Elea, The Vast

Part of your domain, if I had to guess? Interesting.

[the-other-shelley]

H̸̜̣͆a̸̱͊ͅ ̶̜̋h̸͔́̽a̵̳̚ ̷̮̽ḣ̶͍̤̈́a̶͓͑͂.̶̳̯̈́.̴̦̼͌͛.̶̯̌ Hello.

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂ ( @fog-and-isolation )

Hello? Do we know each other? You seem… familiar.

[fog-and-isolation]

Hmmm, not in so many words. I am what would have become of you if you hadn't escaped the Spiral in your world. :)

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂

[the-other-shelley]

I didn’t escape. They still… I still… I don’t know. I know that it has me. It always has, I think, I just… don’t know.

Anyways, it’s nice to meet you.

[fog-and-isolation]

Ahh, I see...

Well, don't mind the little Lonely one who actually owns this web log if she comes by. She gets... nostalgic. She knew Michael Shelley, you know.

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂

[the-other-shelley]

A lot of people say they know Michael Shelley, but how much can one really, truly know? Not much, I believe.

[the-other-shelley]

Odd…

*Elea looks around, the door slams closed behind her. Her sky like appearance flickers away and soon she just looks like a person with horns.*

Who’s there?

-Elea, The Vast

Who… What a very interesting concept…

Who are you? Do you know every single part of yourself? Every small detail? Or do you get lost in the twisting nature of humanity?

The laughing continues, even as they speak, growing fainter and louder with certain syllables. There is no one there. And then there is.

[the-other-shelley]

H̸̜̣͆a̸̱͊ͅ ̶̜̋h̸͔́̽a̵̳̚ ̷̮̽ḣ̶͍̤̈́a̶͓͑͂.̶̳̯̈́.̴̦̼͌͛.̶̯̌ Hello.

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂ ( @fog-and-isolation )

Hello? Do we know each other? You seem… familiar.

[fog-and-isolation]

Hmmm, not in so many words. I am what would have become of you if you hadn't escaped the Spiral in your world. :)

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂

[the-other-shelley]

I didn’t escape. They still… I still… I don’t know. I know that it has me. It always has, I think, I just… don’t know.

Anyways, it’s nice to meet you.

[the-other-shelley]

*Someone steps through a door and into the halls of the distortion, outside the door all that can been seen is sky. The person now inside seems to reflect the sky behind them.*

Hm… strange, why my domain of all places?

-Elea, The Vast

My domain stretches. We cannot be contained, you see. It’s hard to hold a melody in one place, and it is hard to trap the clouds were they stay, you see.

The voice seems to come out of the halls themselves, not from one person, or place, or thing. Michael’s spiraling laughter echos slightly.

[garchivist-the-sequel]

So. You became archivist in your universe. How interesting. Gertrude would be proud, so I hate it. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t even know if my Gerry is still alive.

I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I always do this. Forgive me, it’s been a while since I talked with anyone other than my brother.

-@the-other-shelley

it’s alright. i doubt your gerry’s alive, most of them die from cancer in 2014

[the-other-shelley]

God, I was still being torn apart then…

I didn’t even get to say goodbye, if he did die… I feel so bad. I’m going to have serious issues with Elias if my Gerry did die and he didn’t mention it to me when I threatened him.

[garchivist-the-sequel]

good christ. are you okay?

[the-other-shelley]

I’m alright! Are you?

[garchivist-the-sequel]

eh… not really. but whatever.

[the-other-shelley]

It’s not whatever! Whatever you have going on, make it someone else’s problem, preferably your Elias’s. Burn a statement. Eat a statement in the most literal way. Carve your name into a shelf. Murder!

[the-other-shelley]

H̸̜̣͆a̸̱͊ͅ ̶̜̋h̸͔́̽a̵̳̚ ̷̮̽ḣ̶͍̤̈́a̶͓͑͂.̶̳̯̈́.̴̦̼͌͛.̶̯̌ Hello.

-M̶͓̏ȋ̴͋c̷̋̔ẖ̸̋ā̴̽e̷͊̇l̵͂ ( @fog-and-isolation )

Hello? Do we know each other? You seem… familiar.

[garchivist-the-sequel]

So. You became archivist in your universe. How interesting. Gertrude would be proud, so I hate it. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t even know if my Gerry is still alive.

I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I always do this. Forgive me, it’s been a while since I talked with anyone other than my brother.

-@the-other-shelley

it’s alright. i doubt your gerry’s alive, most of them die from cancer in 2014

[the-other-shelley]

God, I was still being torn apart then…

I didn’t even get to say goodbye, if he did die… I feel so bad. I’m going to have serious issues with Elias if my Gerry did die and he didn’t mention it to me when I threatened him.

[garchivist-the-sequel]

good christ. are you okay?

[the-other-shelley]

I’m alright! Are you?