The mocking is actually confusion. But, now that I see what you mean, well, I can’t help but believe you. After all, why would someone who is smart enough to wish to avoid capture spin such tales?
I don’t think wanting to avoid being captured makes someone smart. Not to dig at myself, I just mean uhm… that it’s a bit of an instinct? People who actually accomplish evading capture, are the smarts ones.
So… extra-dimensional vision? How…special. Assuming that is indeed what you meant.
Something like that, yeap. Though I feel like I can sense a bit of mocking in your tone. Not to fret, as actually it’s much better to be oblivious— i’d rather people think me off balance then to be robbed of their innocence.
Odd indeed. Seer as in… where the future and retrospect are concerned?
No. See, the word is unfitting. I see through the walls that are suppose to filter our realms from the others.
Ah, very well… Could you at least explain, in brief, why you might need to be traced, then? I’m sure there’s a very, very special reason but I cannot put myself in a position to assume.
They are the clean up variety, the Powers at Be. They like to work their wicked ways without being noticed, but sometimes someone slips through the cracks— like me. Someone who can detect them. I am what one would call, a Seer. Though the term seems odd.
It was not encouraging, but now I’m sure you understand why it was such a pain to declare my state of…well, boredom. Perhaps you could rectify the damage of your rudeness by introducing yourself.
Right, of course. It’s Delilah. I would tell you my last name, but for all I know you’re working with the Powers at Be. So I would rather not give you the sort of information one uses for basic tracing techniques.
But I am actually quite bored.
Oh! Well, you know what they say, a bored soul is a simple soul. Oh wait, that actually sounds a bit rude. Pardon. It was meant to be encouraging in some manner?
Oh, eh, alright?! I’m a bit though of a boring person. I mean, if we chat, I will have boring questions to ask you, for example, how do you like so far the new asylum and all that…
I d-don’t really… not comfortable, I don’t know the layout. If I have to run, I could get lost. I don’t know the good hiding spots. There is a music room though, I like that… I lost my guitar in the fire, b-but they have them there that we can use.
“What older than human kind?” sits down.
Y-you’re better off just, n-not knowing. Ignore uhm, t-that. Just sit with me, and uh talk… you have to stay still though, okay?
You mean the patients who were here before us?
N-no… they’re older then humankind… sit down, at least? If you’re going stay… p-please sit down.
Delilah’s delusional disorder forces her to make up obscene stories in her head, based around very simple things. The ‘Old Ones’ as she calls them are one of her main functioning delusions. She’ll hide out somewhere for hours on end, convinced that they have been ‘awakened’ and are on the hunt. Basically, they are demons. She has this entire history plotted out for them, some have names— others don’t. A lot of her delusions have peculiar titles like ‘The Powers at Be’ or the ‘Guardians’. She creates these delusions as a means to explain her anxiety episodes. Her disorder began as an anxiety disorder, but in experiencing the panic her mind worked to create the delusions as an explanation for her anxieties. Which is why she considers herself a Seer, and says that she can ‘sense’ when they are awake. In the simplest form, it’s all just this elaborate world she has created in her head to reason out her anxiety attacks.