Editing Labyrinth (section)

==History==
===Background===
After triggering, Labyrinth was put into a [[Parahuman Asylum]] on the east coast where she met Mimi, later known as [[Burnscar]]. They formed something of a one sided attachment with Elle being used by asylum attendants to control Mimi.<ref name="11.c"/> Elle would later say that she didn't enjoy her time at the asylum.<ref name="5.10 e1">Labyrinth walked like she was in a daze, with Newter leading her along by the hand like she was a child.  It was interesting, not just to see that kind of interaction between them, but noting that her gloves looked like cloth, and that he was probably risking drugging her… unless she was immune.  A consequence of her ability?  He caught me looking, smiled and shrugged.<br/><br/>“Autistic?” I guessed.<br/><br/>He shook his head, “No, though we thought that, at first.  Seems she was a normal kid until her powers showed up.  Since then, she’s been off in her own little world, more or less.  A little worse right now, I think, after seeing me hurt.”<br/><br/>“That happens?” I asked, gesturing towards my head, unable to come up with an inoffensive and simple way of phrasing it.<br/><br/>He shrugged, “Sometimes getting powers fucks up your body,” he gestured to himself using his tail, which was still holding the paper bags, “Sometimes it fucks up your head.  Bad luck, but you deal with the cards you’re dealt.”<br/><br/>“Oh,” I replied.  I wasn’t sure how to respond.  A cold, quiet horror crept up on me.  My powers had something to do with my brain.  I could remember how crazy I’d felt right after my powers showed up, that torrent of nightmare images, signals and details from my bugs.  I still had bad dreams about it.  How close had I come to being like that permanently?<br/><br/>He grinned, “It’s cool.  She’s really fond of us, and we’re attached to her, too.  She has her lucid moments, when she’s let us know she’s cool with the status quo.  Sure, she has bad days when she’s dead to the world, but all of our powers have drawbacks, yeah?” - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2011/12/06/hive-5-10/ Excerpt] from [[Hive 5.10]]</ref><ref name="R1">It was Labyrinth's warped viewpoint of it, her negative mental state coloring her perceptions - she hated it there and was miserable, so her frustration and anger colored her selection of what she was pulling into reality. What she was producing in Faultline's club office was the same sort of nightmare alt!asylum stuff she produced in the proper asylum. Not the actual asylum itself.<br/>Burnscar recognized the changes as very much the same as they had been back then, and realized just how unhappy Labyrinth was.<br/>What sort of real-world asylum would have discarded needles, barbed wire and broken glass everywhere? Silly. - [https://redd.it/3uaahd Comments by wildbow on Reddit]</ref> Elle was inadvertently broken out of the asylum by Faultline's crew, who were originally there to find information on the [[Dragonslayers]].<ref name="5.x e2">After Faultline had enlisted him and Newter, a job had taken them into a high security asylum.  They had been there to question someone about the Dragonslayers, a villain group that used tinker technology stolen from the most powerful and highest profile tinker in the world for petty theft and mercenary work.  Their invasion of the asylum had not gone as well as it might have, and had led to a high-tech lockdown of the facility.  Not only did it extend their mission by several hours, but it had led to issues with one of the residents, a parahuman that apparently had to be moved regularly, lest her influence over her surroundings spread beyond the confines of her cell, making her a serious problem for the staff, other residents and unwitting bystanders.<br/><br/>In the end, after dealing with the dispatched squad from the Boston Protectorate and getting the information they needed about the Dragonslayers, they had recruited the girl. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2011/11/05/hive-5-1/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 5]]</ref>

At some point, she underwent therapy with Faultline and a hypnotist, who helped her to construct a world other than a nightmare for the first time.<ref name="11.c e4"/>

=== Story Start === 	
She deploys against the ABB drug den where she shows her capabilities, helping to disable [[Oni Lee]]. She shows concern when she learns that [[Newter]] has been injured.

She later retreated into the sewers with Newter after the successful raid, Newter holding her share of the money.

===Post-[[Battle against Leviathan|Leviathan]]===
She participates in the assault on the [[Merchants]].<ref name="11.6">[[Infestation 11.6]]</ref> Her power was functioning at or near its peak, She turned what had been a mall, devastated by Leviathans attack, into a structure worthy of her cape namesake.<ref name="11.7 e1"> I tore my eyes from the scene and we hurried toward the heaps of unconscious, bloodied and wounded that lay where the arena had been.  We were halfway there when the entire mall began to brighten.  The barred windows were expanding, and massive torches were lighting on the far sides.  Shafts of orange light extended into the mall’s interior, patterned into diamonds by the meshes of bars Labyrinth had erected.<br/><br/>The wall behind Skidmark and the other ‘upper circle’ members of the Merchants began to bulge inward.  Features took form: a face, ten feet tall.  Protrusions below it, near the floor of the platform, marked emerging fingertips.<br/><br/>Labyrinth wasn’t stopping there.  Minor had to catch my arm and pull me back to keep me from being caught in the path of another effect in the mall’s floor.  The ground cracked and bulged upward as though a mole was tunneling at high speeds just beneath the tile.<br/><br/>“Get back!” someone shouted behind me.  I recognized Lisa’s voice and took her advice, backing away from the hump.  Minor stopped me from backing up into another hump that had appeared behind me.<br/><br/>Stone walls heaved upward from the mounds of broken tile, blocking my path and stopping at a height of twelve or more feet.  As more walls rose around me, I saw a door form to my right, and the corridor to my left had a bend in it.<br/><br/>A maze.  She was living up to her name.<br/><br/>The walls at the outside edges of the mall were altering, now, more faces and body parts making themselves apparent.  Like statuary or reliefs.  Limbs intertwined and nude figures decorated the interior walls of the mall, each tall enough to extend from floor to ceiling, animated so that they moved with a glacial slowness.  With a surprising speed, the interior of the mall was coming to resemble some kind of temple.<br/><br/>I had to admit, I was spooked.  That girl’s power was intimidating when she wasn’t on my side.  She wasn’t all there, mentally, so the only thing holding her back was the person telling her what to do.  If she could make those giant torches, she could set the floor on fire.  Or she could have created spikes instead of walls, without leaving the rest of us any place to run.  That nobody had been hurt was purely by her choice.<br/><br/>Stone poles speared down from the roof.  Looking up, I saw that the edges of the crack in the roof had fanged teeth, and that figures were sliding down the metal poles.  Two female, one obese male.  Spitfire, Faultline and Gregor the Snail? - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/06/09/infestation-11-7/ Excerpt] from [[Infestation 11.7]]</ref>  She was able to anchor Gregor against her abilities for additional effectivness.<ref name="11.7">[[Infestation 11.7]]</ref><ref name="11.7 e2">Labyrinth created a short pillar below the metal case and canisters, and began to extend it towards the gap in the roof.  Skidmark used his power to force the things off the top of the pillar and onto the platform, where they rolled.  A few stray papers fluttered from the case.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>I hurried to the wall.  I could use my bugs to find my way through the maze, getting a sense of the layout, but I needed something faster.  Labyrinth was using her power and adjusting the battlefield with every passing second.  The way things were, given how she wasn’t aware of who I was, I was included among her enemies.  If I didn’t go now and the battle resolved one way or the other, I might lose my window of opportunity to get Bryce.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>It was eerie, to see the changes that had occurred in our surroundings in the time it had taken me to cross the wall and wait for the fight to pass.  If the attentions of the Merchants had erased any familiarity I had towards the Weymouth shopping center, Labyrinth had cremated the remains and erected something else in its place.  It was a cathedral, dedicated to a goddess that was very real and having a very active hand in current affairs.  Labyrinth.<br/><br/>Which reminded me of the fact that I needed to get through this maze.  Labyrinth’s power was drawing many of the crawling bugs down into the ground as it refurbished the floors and consumed the piles of trash or rubble.  I still had the bugs on the ceiling, but I didn’t want to give our presence away.  Of the relatively few bugs I was willing to use, a share were being used to direct Minor and placing them in strategic locations to get a sense of the layout.  As the maze took shape in my head, I showed Minor the way. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/06/09/infestation-11-7/ Excerpt] from [[Infestation 11.7]]</ref><ref name="11.7 e3">The battle was still ongoing.  Gregor the Snail was here, but unlike the others, he wasn’t operating in Labyrinth’s world.  He passed through the walls of the maze, spraying streams of slime at Trainwreck, who had apparently advanced halfway up the stairs by using his hands to help him walk.  Trainwreck retaliated by throwing a chunk of stairs at Gregor with one hand while trying to block the stream of slime with the other.  The section of stairs hit the wall of the maze just in front of Gregor, some of it bouncing over to pass through Gregor.  Not real, as far as he was concerned.<br/><br/>What did this look like to Gregor?  Was he standing in the mall as it had been, while Trainwreck seemed to stand on thin air?  Or was Trainwreck on the ground?  I couldn’t parse it.<br/><br/>Mush had started pulling himself together, but Labyrinth was making his job into a struggle.  His right arm had divided, stretched, forked out and reconfigured until it looked like a mass of reaching veins and arteries.  He plunged it into one of the trash cans that Labyrinth was absorbing into the floor, and when he withdrew it, the tendrils had formed the connective tissue for an oversized hand crafted out of garbage.  His other arm and much of his lower body had already gathered some garbage around it, letting him stand several feet taller than he had before.  The skin of his head and body was peeling off into more tendrils, reaching for more trash and distributing some from his arms to his torso.<br/><br/>From what I could gather, he needed some kind of loose matter to form the body of his other self.  Dirt, compost, trash, maybe even sand.  Problem was, however fantastic his surroundings might have been for this five minutes ago, Labyrinth was screwing him over by cleaning things up, maybe inadvertently.  One upper arm, his naked upper body and his nearly bald head were all exposed and vulnerable. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/06/09/infestation-11-7/ Excerpt] from [[Infestation 11.7]]</ref> 

She would later be paid a visit from an unwelcome friend. But her [[Burnscar|friend]] would leave without too much trouble after Labyrinth flooded the street with her power.<ref name="11.c"/>

During part of the team's investigation into Cauldron, they traced a former Cauldron associate who had worked at the Asylum with her. She then worked in conjunction with Faultline to breach the Madison Quarantine.<ref name="I18.f e2">Once the dust had more or less cleared, she could make out a tunnel, roughly door shaped. Her power had destroyed enough of the material that there was barely any debris on the ground.<br/><br/>“Labyrinth,” Faultline said, “Shore it up? Make a nice hallway? Taller and wider than this, please.”<br/><br/>Labyrinth nodded. It took only twenty or thirty seconds before there was a noticeable effect. By the time they were halfway down the tunnel, there were alcoves with statues in them and torches burning in sconces. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/interlude-18-donation-bonus-4/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18.f]]</ref>

She was there when a [[Contessa|woman in a formal suit]] attacked her team. She had a knife stabbed through her hand.<ref name="I18.f e3">Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the screaming.  Faultline flew up the stairs to the door, pushed her way into the second floor, and raced down the hallway to the hotel rooms.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Labyrinth was the one screaming, steady, almost rhythmically, with little emotion to it.  From the lack of affect, Faultline might have assumed she was in shock, but it was simply the fugue from her power.  A small mercy – two thin cuts marked her face, and one hand was impaled to the armrest of the couch by another of the small knives.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Faultline scrambled to her feet, hurried to Labyrinth’s side. “Hey, Elle, calm down.  It’s okay, it’s over.  Stop screaming.”<br/><br/>Labyrinth shut her mouth, whimpered.  The cuts to the face were thin.  They’d heal with little to no scarring.  The hand - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/interlude-18-donation-bonus-4/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 18.f]]</ref>

=== Post-[[Echidna]] ===
She created quite a few portals and statues, in many parts of the world. There were roughly nine by the time that an [[Khonsu Meeting|important meeting]] was called.<ref name="25.5">- [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/11/scarab-25-5/ Excerpt] from [[Scarab 25.5]]</ref>

===[[Gold Morning]]===
Was instrumental, in more ways than one, in the final hours of the [[Gold Morning]].<ref name="30.6 e1">Then I tapped the reality warper’s power. I began shaping a world.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>The reality warper’s world was shaped. Crude, but I could use the same piece over and over again.<br/><br/>A landscape of body parts, of hands and limbs, of faces.<br/><br/>I used my friend, [[Golem|the young man]] who could create hands and faces.<br/><br/>I began altering the city.<br/><br/>Scion was in the midst of fighting a [[Lung|monstrous, hulking dragon-man]] and the [[Moord Nag|warlord with the death-eating shadow]]. He saw the first of the faces that the reality-manipulator had created and lashed out, demolishing it.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Hands of stone emerged from around the city. More of reality warped around us. When she’d changed everything in her range into a simulation of the ‘garden’, I turned it into a portal, changed the chan-chann- station to something where it was all solid. Rock, ice, dirt.<br/><br/>Then I moved her somewhere else, and started over. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/10/26 Excerpt] from [[Speck 30.6]]</ref>