[If Sylvie were thinking clearly, she would probably be grateful that she woke up in a cabin, where her initial panic could go unobserved by potentially hostile strangers. After all, the last place she had been - the Citadel at the End of Time - and what had happened there... well, whatever she had expected to happen afterwards, this was emphatically not it. She was in a strange new place and with no weapon and no way back - it was terrifying in a bone-deep sort of way, a way she had thought she couldn't feel anymore after the first dozen apocalypses she had fled through.
[Some time passed before she was calm enough to dare exploring, though she was still far from what any rational person would call calm. She stalked the deck like an alley cat that knew any shadow could be a coyote or a car, frustrated by the barriers of rail and sea that made it abundantly clear that she was caught. Caught by what, she wondered as she walked, looking for information or signs of life. Was this some sort of cosmic punishment? Had the Citadel ceased to be without its occupant and she had been thrown here by chance? She had many questions, and she knew instinctively that no one here would be able to give her any of the answers she sought. After all, what would they know?
[They were probably doomed. This was probably another dead-end timeline. Assuming that made the entire situation easier to digest, even if it meant she was going to die. She had figured on that, anyway. She'd never worked out what to do when she'd finished her mission, and part of her didn't believe that she would ever get the chance.
[(Not that she didn't have regret. Not for going through with it. Not for finishing her mission. But for not getting a chance to figure out the rest with him.)
[She has no more answers by the time she reaches the atrium as she had when she started. The bizarre presence of the battered, uniform-clad woman attracts her attention, but she doesn't take well to being ignored.]
Excuse me? What the fuck is this place?
[Her words are really more of a demand than a question. She feels uncomfortably certain that she isn't going to get a solid answer.]
cyoa
[Please feel free to stop and talk to the angry-looking, petite, obviously-dyed-blonde woman who looks somewhat personally offended by the entirety of existence as she walks around the decks trying to get a better feel for the limitations of her new "home."]
Sylvie Laufeydottir | Marvel's Loki
[If Sylvie were thinking clearly, she would probably be grateful that she woke up in a cabin, where her initial panic could go unobserved by potentially hostile strangers. After all, the last place she had been - the Citadel at the End of Time - and what had happened there... well, whatever she had expected to happen afterwards, this was emphatically not it. She was in a strange new place and with no weapon and no way back - it was terrifying in a bone-deep sort of way, a way she had thought she couldn't feel anymore after the first dozen apocalypses she had fled through.
[Some time passed before she was calm enough to dare exploring, though she was still far from what any rational person would call calm. She stalked the deck like an alley cat that knew any shadow could be a coyote or a car, frustrated by the barriers of rail and sea that made it abundantly clear that she was caught. Caught by what, she wondered as she walked, looking for information or signs of life. Was this some sort of cosmic punishment? Had the Citadel ceased to be without its occupant and she had been thrown here by chance? She had many questions, and she knew instinctively that no one here would be able to give her any of the answers she sought. After all, what would they know?
[They were probably doomed. This was probably another dead-end timeline. Assuming that made the entire situation easier to digest, even if it meant she was going to die. She had figured on that, anyway. She'd never worked out what to do when she'd finished her mission, and part of her didn't believe that she would ever get the chance.
[(Not that she didn't have regret. Not for going through with it. Not for finishing her mission. But for not getting a chance to figure out the rest with him.)
[She has no more answers by the time she reaches the atrium as she had when she started. The bizarre presence of the battered, uniform-clad woman attracts her attention, but she doesn't take well to being ignored.]
Excuse me? What the fuck is this place?
[Her words are really more of a demand than a question. She feels uncomfortably certain that she isn't going to get a solid answer.]
cyoa
[Please feel free to stop and talk to the angry-looking, petite, obviously-dyed-blonde woman who looks somewhat personally offended by the entirety of existence as she walks around the decks trying to get a better feel for the limitations of her new "home."]