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It takes time. Much more then expected to realize how to secure her own safety in this new lifestyle. Not one she wanted but the one that was thrusted upon her and without choice. The TVA came rushing in and stole her away without thought. Wiping away her home at the same time, yet that fact was unknown to her.
And the reason for taking her from her timeline? Still unknown to her.
So while fear and sadness took over and flooded her system, Sylvie quickly learned how to use the device she swiped from the woman she bit. She traveled, first to her home or what she assumed was her home. Asgard in in all its glory was always breath-taking. Yet Sylvie didn’t know the catastrophe that would follow when entering into a place where she didn’t belong.
The amount of times she watched, not understanding, as minuteman appeared and reset the timeline still haunts her. Only able to catch the faces of her family or even perhaps a version of herself a handful of times. The look of fear on them before it quickly morphed into acceptance. It had taken to many trips back to fully understand that she was causing the problem.
Until Ragnarok. As she blindly input something to complete another jump through time to save herself and landed in her home. Yet the fires consumed buildings and the heat coming off of it was excessive, the glittering home Sylvie knew was now the color or oranges and reds. Yet no minutemen appeared. Frozen she stood there from fear and surprise of what was happening the knowledge she currently gained.
When you come to the end of the world, an apocalypse, no minutemen show up. On the more grime some notes... it’s the end of the world. Where death would surely become your best friend and you would lay with it like a blanket.
Swallowing harshly, realizing her reality was again tilting and this time slightly for the better, Sylvie grabs her tempad and scrolls through it. She recalls seeing something titled about the ends of the worlds, with a handful of locations. She picks the one in the farthest in the future, year 2431 on Midgard with all the information of when it will end. Without a second thought she pulls up a the time door and streps through it.
The city was bright, maybe even beautiful if she cared to glance around it more. But a glance down tells her she has 8 hours to figure out as much information as she can about apocalypses. Nobody looks her way and Sylvie let’s out a thankful sign. Having been on the run for long it’s a blessing to blend in.
It’s isn’t easily finding the library in the unknown city but find it she does. Time is a delicate thing and Sylvie can feel it slowly slipping away. Pulling out the tempad a glance at it shows her it took 3 hours to find the place leaving her with a little less then 5 hours, she assumes to find out what she can.
Her first hour at the library is wasted trying to locate the books. Having made the honest mistake in thinking history would be so easily written and accessible in a few books rather than hundreds, possibly thousands with conflicting information. Having thought they would all neatly be lined up for her and she would be able to gather information that way.
Her second hour is wasted by crying. Silently. Yet her whole body shakes and quivers and Sylvie barley has her breath under control. A random woman finds her. Concern written all over her face and leads Sylvie to a computer, telling her it would be easier to access that kind of information for whatever she’s doing with the internet. Before the woman leaves, she pats her on the back with a smile that screams kindness. Sylvie almost loses the self-control she’s gained back.
Her third and half of her fourth hour was spent figuring out how to use the device the lady called a computer. Sylvie for all her understanding quickly picked up how to use the tempad but perhaps that was immediate life or death that kicked her respond and understanding into gear. This has taken longer. Long enough she felt the signs of tears pricking her eyes again before she got herself under control. Though once figured out she quickly picked up on it. Typing in information to figure out where it was safe to hide and when.
Her last few minutes there, as she gathered and scribbled down the information that she could, tucking away what she needed in order to survive Sylvie stood. Already knowing this is one place she would be returning to time and time again. Sneaking between the bookcases Sylvie pulled up the time door and stepped through it.
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Planet #32871-FB, Sylvie could be on for 6 hours before stumbling through a time door and leaving to another apocalypse. The history books said the planet perished by contaminated rainwater. It burned everything it touched. It was a quick death. The things that survived were the tress and those lucky enough to be underground but soon they perished too.
Sylvie found though that, that was a lie. The acidic rain poured down and everything it touched was eaten at a fascinating pace. Seeing more then one bloody body and the people screaming. Their deaths were quick but not quick enough. Nothing about these deaths were accurate.
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Planet #98755-WL , 36 hours before Sylvie left, 37 hours before the planet burst into flames and devoured everything in it’s path. Sylvie remembers when she left the first time. How she waited until a handful of minutes to jump because she was frozen. How the planet crumbled in on itself. Ash stuck to her as if it was her new skin, the smell of smoke lingered for so long she couldn’t sleep without thinking of the smiling faces of the children she got glimpses of. How their screams were so loud and pleading to an unknown god, one who never answered their prayers.
This planet was good for a quick rest and that was it. Hiding away from faces and stealing and enchanting others when she could. If she thought to hard, lingered to long Sylvie could feel the heat and smell the smoke and everything else that came with it… This world ended to quickly there was no chance of survival. Not like how the history information she devoured said that they had a chance to life. It was to unexpected. No one had a chance.
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Planet #11384-JX was a planet Sylvie could rest on for a week. As a deadly disease rolled in and took out the population within minutes. Starting from the most populated areas until it made it’s way to the most bare areas. History said that this disease was a mutation, other that hungered for flesh and sough it out. From what Sylvie had learned it wasn’t. It was made for a Dictator, one who got filled with glee at the thought of killing others. The first time she learned this information Sylvie felt herself go green. Leaving the planet earlier then planned to find solace somewhere where it wasn’t a person that destroyed souls.
History never got those facts right. Saying that this disease was new, coming out of nowhere, when in reality it was made for this exact thing.
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Then Sylvie got the hand of it. Jumping between the end of the worlds. It was nothing like one expected it to be. To grow up seeing death and becoming so accustomed to it. Immune to a point. So when she slowly and carefully started crafting her plan to take down the TVA she not only promised to save herself and get revenge but also to save all those who died because of the apocalypses that we’re hiding around the corner without their knowledge.
So the day it happens, when she runs into a Loki and that Loki insists on following her and throwing them onto Lamentis-1 Sylvie has this day memorized. From the inaccurate history to her own personal knowledge of the planet. How she shouts out how much longer the planet has until it’s nothing. It’s second nature, to jump from place to place and immediately know how much time is left. It was needed her whole life to be able to survive.
Still though… When she lands there, looks around, and the realization hits Sylvie where she is… she thinks about what she’s learned through the history that was already written and knowledge that she already obtained from coming back here more then once. How they say they tired to save everyone. Pushing people onto the train and then later into the ship. When in reality only the elite got onto the train and ship. Then even still the ship never took off.
Because sometimes, on the rare occasion history got it right and Sylvie didn’t feel the need to correct it. Because really the only person who knows what happened at the end of the worlds is her. Someone who has it happen for thousands of lifetimes.