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Delirium

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a character in “The Human Puzzle”, as played by Haas33

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{"Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.”}
-Emile Cioran
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|{Full Name}|
Katherine Delirium
(She coined the name herself)

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She mostly only goes by Delerium, but some also call her Katie or Kathy

|{Age}|
20

|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual, but she doesn't really tell anyone

|{Role}|
Rebellious female

|{Power}|
She has the power to create hallucinations, both bad and good. She can make images appear completely realistic to one person. The person rarely is ever aware that they are hallucinating, unless someone is ready and has prior knowledge of her abilities. Even though, its hard to not be terrified when faced with her images. She can create these illusions for a very long period of time, possible even an entire day without stopping. She can also make people feel things without physically damaging them. However, this takes a lot more concentration and can cause Delirium to pass out of have intense headaches if she uses it for too long. She can make people feel pain or a gentle caress. She can make it feel like you are getting stabbed over and over again, or make it feel like you are having sex. The intensity of the feeling coupled with who long she makes it happen determines how quickly she tires out. Often times she can't go more than thirty minutes of that no matter what she is doing.

Delirium can not use her power if she can not see or touch the person. This means her range extends for as far as she can see. She can not use her power if she is in severe pain. Her self-induced headaches often times impair her from making her illusions. She also must have concentration. So if she is suffocating, drowning, or otherwise in a state of distress, her illusions become less and less big and threatening. Her illusions are only limited to her imagination. This could also imply some things. She could create the illusion that she isn't there, but this would only work on one person at a time. Generally, her power isn't good for large groups of people

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The scientists normally had her skin completely covered or at least have her hands have gloves on them. She was also normally blindfolded if she was being moves. Scientists were extra careful around her because she was known for her escape attempts. She was kept in a windowless room so she could not disturb the others. She lived a very solitary life compared to some.




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So begins...

Delirium's Story

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Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Delirium Character Portrait: Whispers Character Portrait: Damion Character Portrait: Lydia Character Portrait: Rezia
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Rezia groaned lightly as the sedative began to fade from his system. It made him a bit groggy, but nothing he couldn't handle. As he came back to himself, he realized that he was pressed against something cold and the subtle shift he was feeling was the ground vibrating beneath him. Everything was still dark all around him since his eyes were covered by the blindfold the scientists had put on him for the transportation. They hadn't placed the blindfold out of fear that he would use his sight to escape, after all, he hadn't been physically bound or anything. They had placed the blindfold so that he wouldn't accidentally use his healing ability and deter them from traveling quickly.

Was he moving? He did remember the scientists and Sam mentioning that he was going to be moved to another facility since Sam had... purchased him. He still did not know exactly what that entailed but he didn't like the idea of someone 'owning' him. Had he arrived at the lab or was he still in the car? The only thing he heard was a light thrumming of electronics but nothing else. Since he had never been outside of the lab, he didn't know what traffic and travel sounded like, but he assumed it wouldn't be this quite. It couldn't be this quiet. He reached out around him and felt the two walls he was pressed against but no other sound reached his ears. Was he alone?

"...Hello?" he called out.

When he didn't get a response from anyone, he untied the blindfold to reveal his currently amber colored eyes and glanced around quickly. He was in an elevator and it was just about to stop on his floor. He scrambled to his feet, his heart racing. He had to be at the new facility now which meant he would see the other anomalies that had been brought here. From what information he had received, he knew that the Ember, Damian, Delirium, and Whispers were here to. And from his note... his Lydia may be here as well. None of this sat well with him however. He and Lydia had no offensive power. If the other two groups wanted to, they could easily over power him and Lydia.

Just thinking about the letter and the task he had been given set him a bit uneasy. The large hunting knife Sam had given him now felt rather weighty against his chest where it was hidden beneath his clothes. He really didn't want to use it or find himself in the situation that required it. He had never used a weapon before he was sure he'd end up cutting himself while he tried to defend himself or Lydia. Why had Sam done this to them anyway? He and Lydia had complied to all of his demands and tests. They never raised a complaint and the man himself knew that their powers were benign. Why put them in a place where everyone else had reactive and deadly powers? And, he didn't even know what the others thought of him and Lydia but he was sure he'd immediately feel their emotions and he was afraid it would overwhelm him or that they would lung at him the first chance they got. Was Lydia here already? Had they gotten to her?

And just before his imagination could really start to spiral out of control, the elevator door opened and he cautiously walked out of the elevator into a large central room that led to a variety of other rooms. He swallowed hard, immediately feeling the swirling emotions from the people currently in that room. He had never dealt with any of these people before and he really didn't want to stick around and get their attention. Lydia wasn't in this room. Maybe she was in his room? Only one way to find out. He quickly scanned the names above the door looking for his name. When he found it, he ignored everyone else and rushed to it.

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Rezia frowned at first when he saw that Lydia wasn't in their shared room. Where was she? Wasn't she here with him? He glanced around and the only thing he saw in the plain room was the rope that Sam had indicated in his letter. It was resting on the bed but there was nothing else. No other note or anything. The room was untouched. If Lydia wasn't here, where was she? What was Sam doing to her right now? He sighed inwardly and ran a hand through his hair. If she was here, she had to be in the main room or in one of the other rooms. Maybe it would be best to leave the room and find her then and hope the other two pairs didn't try anything with him. Rezia turned around to head towards the door when it suddenly opened.

The young man's eyes widened in surprise when Lydia stood before him. In seconds she rushed into his arms and Rezia hugged her tightly against him. He smiled softly against her and let her settle her face against his neck. Immediately all his fears were washed away by her positivism and her love. She always found a way to anchor him when he felt like he was going to float away with all the other emotions. She was his magnet, his calming stone. His arms tightened around her and he nuzzled her head.

"Lydia... oh Lydia I am so happy you are safe," he murmured into her ear.

When she pulled away from him slightly, Rezia let her pull back but continued to hold onto her arms the way she was holding onto his. He didn't want to lose her and if she was in his arms, she wasn't anywhere else alone and afraid. At her words however, he sighed and reached a hand up to caress her cheek. Her face was so sunken in and she looked so frail. He wished there was something more he could do for her. She looked the worse target and he didn't want the others to try and take advantage of her.

"It is going to be okay. We've survived this long, we'll survive this game. We just have to make sure we do what we are told. Sam gave me a mission to do and he gave you one, right? We can only assume that everyone else here has a mission as well. We don't know which one of them has a mission against us. We'll have to be very wary of being alone with them. We can't let them get the upper-hand or surprise us. My task is going to take a while but it starts right away. We have time. We'll focus on your task mostly first. We need to be as friendly so we don't make any enemies right out of the gate. I feel the emotions of the other two groups and they are very hostile right now," he explained. He glanced at the closed door and shuddered at all the negativity he was feeling just beyond it and in the large central room. That was going to be a challenge in and of itself.

"Listen to me, we need to go out there. If we stay locked up in here, they'll get suspicious. I think we should tell them what our powers are... at least superficially so they know we pose no threat with them and maybe get them on our side a little. Everyone gets injuries; inside and out." The young man hesitated a moment before he reached into his shirt and pulled out the large hunting knife. It wasn't anything special; just a bland blade and handle in an ordinary black sheath. Regardless, it felt awkward and unnatural in his hand. "Sam gave this to me, but I want you to have it. I have ways to protect myself but you... I want you to be able to protect yourself when it comes down to it. Hide it and don't tell anyone you have it, okay?" he asked and kissed her forehead.

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Damion was glad to finally see Ember, when he told her this a smile appeared on her face. It was a beautiful smile really, and seeing it here, well it made everything worth it. Every horrible thing he had done had led to this very moment, the two of them were finally rewarded for all of their efforts. Though he hated himself for all the people he's hurt, and the gruesome way in which many of his victims died, either by succumbing to his toxin, or by the horrible burning of his acid, being around Ember again made everything better.

Ember looked as though she was about to speak, but her words, and their moment of reunion was interrupted by a voice. He looked towards the new arrival, and found it to be none other than Delirium. Though she was alone, and here words seemed to focused primarily on Ember. Though Damion cared little for the stupid rebel, he noticed Ember's red eyes, and the angry, venomous words she spoke. It was clear these two despised each other, and the anger seemed to imply something personal between them. Damion had heard that something had occurred between the two Anomalies, but he was never able to discern the details of what happened between them.

Ember spit clear threats at Delirium, but before Damion could speak or add anything, the elevators opened to reveal yet another player in this sick game. He was a rather weak looking boy, he appeared mostly nonthreatening. This boy didn't worry Damion in the least, he knew his ability was mostly benign, though he didn't really know what exactly that ability was. The boy didn't seem anymore concerned with himself and the others, as he quickly rushed into one of the rooms. It was possible he was trying to stay out of the crossfire of a possible fight.

Soon the boy's sibling arrived at well. She too went into hiding inside of the room, once again leaving Ember, and himself alone with Delirium. She didn't seem anymore dangerous than her brother. Damion had very little information on those two, all he knew was that they were far luckier as they managed to stay together. Something which Damion was deeply jealous of

"It doesn't appear we are going to have too much trouble defending ourselves." Ember made sure not to take her eyes off of Delirium as she spoke, and though Damion gave a small nod he kept his eyes placed on Delirium as well.He was very close to removing his gloves, as an obvious warning for the rebellious girl to back off, though he stopped himself not wanting to instigate an actual fight. Sure for the moment she was outnumbered, and he was sure that it wouldn't be hard to deal with her, but he didn't think it wise to start a fight this soon. Any kind of fight with her would make accomplishing his task much harder. That being said if a fight were to occur he would take part as ruthlessly as possible, while still keeping her alive.

"Surely none of you were waiting for me right?" It was none other than Whispers himself, Delirium's partner, had rather annoyingly decided to make an appearance, coming out from one of the rooms. He didn't show it, his face a stoic calm, but seeing Whispers here now absolutely enraged him. With Whispers' arrival Damion quickly but as subtly as possible removed his gloves. With Delirium's partner at her side a fight seemed inevitable, and he wanted to be ready.

He took a look at the stupid rebel, and noticed that he wasn't wearing his muzzle. That wasn't good, he needed that device. How else was Damion to complete his task? Sam had instructed him to make sure Whispers ended up wearing it again, though it seemed his first task would have to be finding it first. A very difficult task indeed. he had hoped that he would encounter Whispers with the muzzle on his person, that way he could force it back onto the rebel as fast as possible.That however was clearly out of the question.

As the two rebels stood there Damion noticed an opportunity. They had both focused their gaze onto Ember, seemingly seeing her as the most dangerous threat. That would be their mistake, as he took this chance to get closer to them hopefully without them noticing. If Damion could lay a hand on even just one of the rebels, he would be able to incapacitate them with his poison. He doubted that either of them would make a single move if their partner was in danger of being exposed to his acid.

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Rezia looked at each anomaly as they answered Lydia's introduction. They got varying degrees of aggression, veiled threats, and friendliness. It was quite the range and it made Rezia almost want to smile. Almost. He wondered what they were thinking. He could easily tell what their emotions were but emotions didn't tell him what the thoughts were. They could be angry or sad at any variety and combinations of things going on around them in that moment. At least the emotions weren't too overwhelming. The only overly strong emotion was wrapped tightly around Ember and she had walked away from them thankfully. And Damion... hm. He couldn't quite pinpoint his emotions. They were more subtle. He had never seen Damion before but he could already tell there was an air of... there was an air of deep, deep pain and sadness. He wasn't even standing next to the guy. The closer the man moved to him an his sister, the horror of Damion's past seemed to reverberate through him.

Rezia's heart softened a little. Damion and Ember were just like him and Lydia. They were forced to do what they did to make sure that their counterpart didn't get hurt. If Damion was this wounded internally, he could only assume Ember was the same way. He felt bad for them. If he and Lydia had more aggressive powers, he was sure that they would be forced to kill and to harm others. But oh, the two didn't realize how wounded they were internally. Just because there were no physical wounds didn't mean there was nothing there. In a way, the internal wound was much more intense than the physical one.

"...You're bleeding..." he blurted in answer to Damion without thinking. He couldn't help it. It was a knee jerk reaction and he hadn't seen anyone with so much... so much agony beneath the surface. That was why Damion was so calm right now. He needed that calm to keep himself together. He started to raise his eyes to catch Damion's gaze to heal him. His amber gaze flickered and started to pale in anticipation of the connection. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly raised the blindfold to cover his eyes to break the eye contact. When he managed to avert his gaze, he stuck the blindfold back in his pocket. He didn't want Damion to think he was trying to invade his privacy or hurt him or something with his power. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to stare, Damion. I am not prying into your emotions. I can see your... your trials regardless of whether or not I want to," he explained, trying to be vague so his weakness wouldn't be found out. He didn't want everyone to know the seat of his power though the blindfold probably gave it away.

Ugh, what was wrong with him? His task revolved around Damion and here he was treating him like a friend. It was kill or be killed here and yet he didn't feel that from Damion. What would have happened if the circumstances were different? What if they had met before all of this? Would they have been friends? He couldn't be thinking of these things. He needed to protect Lydia. He couldn't protect her if he was off wondering about an alternate world. It wasn't realistic. Ah well. If he and Lydia could become friends with Damion and Ember, maybe things could go smoothly, but what happened after this task? Wouldn't Sam just give them a new task to mess with their friendship? Only time would tell. For now, he would just focus on getting close to Damion which didn't seem like too much of a problem.

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Ember's peace did not last very long. And naturally it had to be broken by the man from the group she least wanted here. As soon as he entered she stiffened in a mixture of wariness and fear. The fear was a lot stronger as the residue of her nightmare hadn't entirely worn off. She could still see him preparing to slit her throat open. Despite her concerns, he simply picked up a portion of the meal for himself and headed back to the doorway.

Her posture did not relax, and she eyed him warily trying to figure out his game. He seemed to be giving her space, but she didn't trust it and the way he leaned against the doorway was causing her to panic a little. How was she supposed to leave? Fearing he had trapped her in here for some sadistic purpose she decided to remain unmoving and pray that Damion would awake soon.

"Don't expect yesterday to be an indication of what's to come. Even if we complete one of his tasks, Sam's just going to keep sending more for his amusement."

Ember raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise. There was no malice behind the words, and she could not read the meaning behind them.

"I'm quite aware of that." She replied curtly. Did he believe her to be stupid? Or was he playing at something here. She still had her task to do, but it was against Lydia not him. Why would he care about her task?

Delirium also appeared at the door and went behind her. This only escalated Ember's discomfort. She glanced briefly at the girl, but seeing she was not interested in herself Ember returned to fix her gaze on her main concern; Whispers.

"What do you want with me?" she said stiffly.

There was no reason she could see for him remaining unless he had some sort of plan for her. As far as she was concerned the tasks were almost complete. Damion had beaten Whispers, Whispers had done something to Rezia last night that had made the boy scream, though she wasn't sure what Rezia had to do. Hopefully he was too injured to be a threat to Dameon. Then Lydia had stabbed Delirium with the needle, Delirium had forced herself into a terrifying illusion and all she had to do was carve Lydia up. Inwardly she frowned, how was she supposed to do her task with Lydia if Whispers was blocking her path? She cursed herself for leaving her weapon in the bedroom.

She didn't have much time to fret however as Damion walked in. The relief was plain to see on her face as he reached for the food. That was as much relief as Ember was going to see. In a few seconds the siblings had appeared and without warning Rezia had tackled Dameon to the ground. She rose up with a wordless cry as Rezia shouted out a desperate explanation. Ember was in no mood to think through his words, and only considered that Damion had been attacked. She flew forward gripping the back of Rezia's collar and yanking it backwards as hard as she could.

"Don't you dare!" she shrieked. "Get off him now!"

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Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Delirium Character Portrait: Katherine Delirium Character Portrait: Whispers Character Portrait: Damion Character Portrait: Lydia Character Portrait: Rezia
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Since they'd gotten here, Ember had not seen Damion even slightly remorseful in front of the others. The sight of the old gentle Damion simultaneously relieved and frightened her. He was still the same person inside, but the others had gotten to him and the only way she could think of to survive this ordeal was to remain strong and distant from the rest. She had little time to muse over Damion's reaction and even less time to go over to him with Delirium suddenly addressing her.

”Don’t you understand Ember? This is the end. He doesn’t need us anymore…"

Ember's eyes widened in fear, her mouth hanging open in shock. Delirium was still talking, but her words fell on deaf ears. Distantly she was aware the Delirium was apologising and trying to bridge to canyon between their understanding, however all she could think about were the girl's first sentences.

He does. She told herself fervently. He still wants us. He would have killed us otherwise.. The voice in her head wasn't convincing herself. He was still toying with them, like a cat with a mouse between his paws, and Ember was far too aware of it to deceive herself. Her thoughts were making her feel sick, and she was almost considering squeezing her eyes shut to attempt to prevent herself from imagining all the horrible ways Sam was no doubt devising to finish her off when she caught sight of her pictures again.

Her stomach twisted violently at the hideous array and as eyes are want to do they became fixated on the most horrifying secret of her past. A small handful of the pictures depicted happy scenes of two friends laughing, sharing various conversations and one with a mans arms around her. Ember wanted to be sick. How well Sam had played her. What on earth would the others think if they ever imagined she had trusted the bastard. His lies had seemed so honest and well meaning at the time. Memories of her first meetings with him flooded her mind causing her to feel ill.

Rezia's voice piped up and Ember was only too happy to have herself distracted from the twisted contractions of her nervous stomach. The little speech Rezia had come up with sounded pretty typical of him. Apparently he understood, despite him never having to deal with Sam to the extent both she and Damion had, he was harmless (which she had figured out pretty quickly) and he had no will against either of them. None of what he had to say interested Ember until he offered to try and heal them both. Ember was still not very taken with the idea. On one hand it sounded perfect, magically remove all the emotional trauma of the last two years. However she had had to grow into the person she was because of circumstances, and as far as she was concerned, the circumstances hadn't improved. She needed to be the deadly, strong Ember, she couldn't afford to return to the person she was. Not now. Sam would only take pleasure in breaking her from the beginning. The thought made her flinch.

She returned her attention to Rezia who had, for a reason unknown to her, begun to pinch his nose. A weird quirk to be sure, Ember thought to herself before her mind processed the question. It no longer bothered her to announce her task. Lydia had already agreed to it anyway….

Speaking of the blonde. Ember's dark eyes sought her out before catching the girl crawling out of the room. It appeared Delirium's previous words had affected Lydia far worse than Ember. She made no move to follow her as her place was here until Damion was no longer vulnerable.

Whispers voice caught her off guard. She turned to him puzzled, hadn't he completed his task with Rezia? His words made her pale. Somehow she had dangerously mixed up the task. Pushing her previous error to the side she frowned at his mention of the elevator. That wasn't going to be hard and he wasn't able to kill her. That was nice.

Abruptly the meaning began to be clear as her mind pieced it together. The elevator was how they had entered it….before Sam-

Her thoughts cut off as Whispers confirmed what her mind had just caught onto.

He wants to see me.

Involuntarily she drew in a sharp breath as her face whitened further. Her vision dipped crazily and she stumbled back a few paces, wildly flinging out her arms to catch her balance. Her back felt as though it was on fire again and for a horrifying moment she could feel each incision and the bite of the whip followed by the taste and smell of blood. Unbidden her hands flew to her mouth as she struggled to bite back another gasp.

"You won't….you won't do it?" What had meant to come out as a demand, came out as a terrified plea.

Wildly she looked over at Damion before protectively raising her arms in front of her backing away from Whispers. Fearfully her gaze tore away from Damion to rest on Whispers, her dark irises lightened almost to white in her terror. She held his gaze staring him down trying to read his intentions.