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Sylvie Laufeydottir (thebetterloki) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2021-08-12 20:35:00

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active: frigga, active: sylvie

who: Sylvie and OPEN
what: Sylvie arrives
where: the apartment lobby
when: Thursday evening

Sylvie had expected to feel something, pain maybe, as she held the baton to the center of her chest. Perhaps they were right, perhaps this would take her to the time keepers. What did she have to lose? She was surrounded and Mobius and Loki weren't here to pop in at the last moment to assist. If they were pruned, disintegrated, just like her parents, he brother, her universe than what did she have to lose at this point. If anything the last few days has taught her that she was tired of running, of popping from one bleak ending to another.

She didn't feel anything though. There was a hum of the baton powering on and then… a breeze? The warmth of the sun was on her face as she stood in the busy street, and confusion settled upon her features. She didn't trust it, and in a moment the hood of her green cloak was over her features. She saw the letter drift down from above, plucking it from the air and scanning it.

Ha. The Man at The End of the World dare call himself an entity now? Did he decide he was to be some God? She was torn between the idea that this might be a trap, and adrenaline that she might get to make him pay for the crimes he committed against her.

She tried to stay to the shadows, as best as one could in the day time. The letter had directed her to go to an apartment building which seemed like a strange place to hide, but maybe that was the genius of it. She couldn't help but be uncomfortable. She expected the end of time to be quieter and emptier, but there were people…loud and happy and laughing. They had no idea they were in the end of time. She almost wished to be that ignorant.

She conjured a flutter of green magic around her hands as she entered the lobby, almost expecting Renslayer to be there to ambush her, but it was empty.

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bamfqueen
2021-08-16 01:46 am UTC (link)

There it was again. That shooting anger. She was known as a kind and benevolent queen to Odin's heavier hand. But few things angered her more than slights against children. And knowing that there was a daughter another version of her would never get to raise for some unknown, foolish reason made her furious.

"Ah, Mjolnir. He does love that hammer." It was a formidable weapon, and he was fortunate to be able to wield it. "He's a good man in our time. Getting his feet under him still in many ways, but a strong leader and a capable warrior." She was, without question, a proud mother first and foremost.

Her head tilted, watching the conflict on the pretty face. "You may not need comfort, Sylvie, but you have it if you're willing to take it. Not everything has to be a struggle, not any longer. The note the Entity sent you, the one that brought you here. It should have given you a dwelling? It's warm and comfortable, though you may have a roommate or two. Please don't attempt to stab them, it only goes badly here."

Frigga knew her son. And if her daughter was at all like her son, the warning couldn't hurt.

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thebetterloki
2021-08-19 03:02 am UTC (link)

"Swords are better," Sylvie said with a half smirk. A flick of her hand, and the swords that Sylvie favored were on display. They were what was left of a girl being raised as Asgardian Royalty. Just like her brother, she had been trained for fighting, though Sylvie preferred to rely on her magic, it was no doubt that her training (as basic as it was for a child) had been enough to keep her safe all these years). The swords were light and meant for a small quick wielder, unlike her brothers hammer, and had runes up the sides. There was a small, proud smile.

"I only have..." Sylvie shuffled a little awkwardly, "Vague memories of what my life was like thousands of years ago. I remember bits of the Palace. I remember Thor's foolishness, and your voice. And winged horses. Fathers stories about the Valkyrie.."

"I only stab those who deserve it."

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bamfqueen
2021-08-20 12:03 pm UTC (link)

So she had also gotten the gift of being able to pull her weapon from magical dimensions. Interesting, but not terribly surprising. "Loki prefers the blade as well, though I suppose if you've met him you may know that already. He never took to combat the way Thor did, but he had his skills." It was one of the reasons she had taken him under her wing to teach him spells and enchantments. Odin had seen the natural fighter that Thor was and had spent so much time nurturing that that she had always feared Loki would feel neglected. Her gift hadn't let her down, though she was still frustrated she hadn't seen just how bad it would get.

A gentle smile appeared, watching Sylvie go over the memories in her head. When one lived as long as Asgardians did, memories could come and go in a blink. As young as she had been, it surprised Frigga to learn her daughter was still able to hold on to even those bits and pieces. "We were returned to Asgard by this Entity briefly. I'm sorry it was well before your arrival. I would have loved for you to see it."

"One day, perhaps if you're ready, I can share that with you." If Sylvie's skills were at all similar to her own, she would know the ability to share memories through simple (and less simple) attachment. But sharing one's mind could be incredibly stressful and invasive. It was certainly not something she would want from anyone she didn't trust implicitly.

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thebetterloki
2021-08-21 02:18 am UTC (link)

“I should like that.” Sylvie found herself saying. Her mind though, it was elsewhere. They had been on Asgard? She’d never dared risk going there, and even though she knew she could have… there were so many ragnaroks that she could have visited the palace without a second thought… but she never did. She could never bring herself to go there.

“I think I should retire to my room.” Sylvie said. It was becoming overwhelming for her. All of it. Her mother. Memories she’d long repressed. Everything.

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