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Sep. 1st, 2021 04:54 pmIt's been ten days and Sylvie is still here.
She sleeps in the flat provided, she purchases food with the money supplied, she's changed out her incredibly uncomfortable armour for clothes she can easily move in, given how little help Loki was in that regard, but besides these three very necessary compromises, she hasn't settled into Darrow. She refuses to settle into Darrow. There has to be a way out, despite what people have told her. Sylvie just has to find.
Chances are high no one else in this place has been smart enough or ambitious enough to actually work it out, but she's hardly going to stop. By now, getting back to the TVA has become the only thing that matters simply because she hasn't been able to do it so far and the more difficult a task becomes, the more Sylvie becomes dedicated to making it happen.
Mobius would have some smart response to that about her being a classic Loki, she knows, but she's choosing to ignore the voice in her head that sounds a little too much like him.
Instead, she's gone as far as she can down an open road before she knows she'll be turned back into the city. She has yet to work out this magic, though she's studied it countless times over the past ten days, taking this same path over and over, waiting to sense the moment in which she's sent back into Darrow, but it's yet to happen. Another frustration. Sylvie is better than most when it comes to magic, including this stupid city, she believes, but she can't work out its magic or what might be behind it.
Even He Who Remains couldn't keep himself hidden from her. (But then, Loki had been there, too, she thinks. Loki's hand in hers had been the extra strength she had needed to break past Alioth and Loki isn't here. Every day she wakes up and Loki still isn't here. If he was here, then neither of them would be here anymore, they would figure it out.)
With both her hands raised, Sylvie tries to feel for the border, but it's just air. More air. A place exists where she'll be turned around, but she can't find it and she makes an angry, frustrated sound deep in her throat, not quite a scream but certainly getting close. Then one hand flies out to the side and a bolt of green energy explodes from her fingertips in her rage, blasting a tree on the side of the road and sending it toppling to the ground.
She sleeps in the flat provided, she purchases food with the money supplied, she's changed out her incredibly uncomfortable armour for clothes she can easily move in, given how little help Loki was in that regard, but besides these three very necessary compromises, she hasn't settled into Darrow. She refuses to settle into Darrow. There has to be a way out, despite what people have told her. Sylvie just has to find.
Chances are high no one else in this place has been smart enough or ambitious enough to actually work it out, but she's hardly going to stop. By now, getting back to the TVA has become the only thing that matters simply because she hasn't been able to do it so far and the more difficult a task becomes, the more Sylvie becomes dedicated to making it happen.
Mobius would have some smart response to that about her being a classic Loki, she knows, but she's choosing to ignore the voice in her head that sounds a little too much like him.
Instead, she's gone as far as she can down an open road before she knows she'll be turned back into the city. She has yet to work out this magic, though she's studied it countless times over the past ten days, taking this same path over and over, waiting to sense the moment in which she's sent back into Darrow, but it's yet to happen. Another frustration. Sylvie is better than most when it comes to magic, including this stupid city, she believes, but she can't work out its magic or what might be behind it.
Even He Who Remains couldn't keep himself hidden from her. (But then, Loki had been there, too, she thinks. Loki's hand in hers had been the extra strength she had needed to break past Alioth and Loki isn't here. Every day she wakes up and Loki still isn't here. If he was here, then neither of them would be here anymore, they would figure it out.)
With both her hands raised, Sylvie tries to feel for the border, but it's just air. More air. A place exists where she'll be turned around, but she can't find it and she makes an angry, frustrated sound deep in her throat, not quite a scream but certainly getting close. Then one hand flies out to the side and a bolt of green energy explodes from her fingertips in her rage, blasting a tree on the side of the road and sending it toppling to the ground.
