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there is beauty in the lie, spoken like a bittersweet goodbye.

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Amora. 

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As the woman spoke about her own Asgard, her eyes narrowed. She had heard of theories and sure, she had dimension hopped but she never encountered such an anomaly. “Not what I meant.” Amora told her firmly as the other tried to correct her. Of course, Amora was petty enough to not take any sort of criticism, no matter even if it was something as light as such a comment. “You are not any Asgardian I knew.” She told her before she sighed. “Yes, well, there is no Asgard here either. Not after Surtur decided to wake up thanks to Thor, Loki and Hela and their little bout with each other.” Amora sighed as if that battle was nothing more than an inconvenience. Seeing the pained look in her features, Amora watched her for a moment. “So, what is a goddess supposed to do without a home?”

“Surely being an Asgardian isn’t determined by your knowledge of them,” Sylvie respond, a twinkle of humor in her eye. Not insulting but finding amusement in the situation itself. “I have to imagine there were quite a few you hadn’t had chance to meet.” The mention of Asgard’s evaporation be stilled any set humor from their previous exchange. “So I’ve heard.” Her brother’s had quite the tussle in their world, though Sylvie’s own Asgard had been long destroyed so it wasn’t entirely a new thought to her. She took the question in stride, just as Sylvie took many things. A moment’s hesitation wasn’t often something she allowed, usually out of instinct more then anything else. “Survive.” She answered. “In my experience, there’s not more else that could be done.” Especially without a safe haven to call home. 

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Lois Lane. 

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Lois laughed at the woman’s blunt words, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s pretty damn effective when it’s your loved one,” she said. “Or when you’re the loved one, believe me. I have personal experience.” She shrugged. “I guess,” she said. “People have a way of finding out that kind of information anyway, though. Most people don’t know Superman’s real identity, but they know I’m connected to him.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re all too fond either.” Sylvie noted, not that she blamed the woman. Having a loved one in danger or being the loved one in danger sounded like frustrating crime. “I suppose they do, if anyone wants something bad enough they make it happen.” She knew from personal experience how easily that could occur. Or not so easily, but stubbornly. “Superman... I think I’ve heard of that one, actually.” A news report it’d been, though Sylvie didn’t remember the details only his name attached to it. “A positive relationship I’m inferring?”

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Garth.  

“Atlantis. It’s bit different than living on land.” Garth replied with a smile. That was a bit of an understatement, but he didn’t need to bore this woman with his entire life story right now. “I’m assuming you’re also from a ways away?”

“It sounds like it would be.” Many places were utterly different then Midgard, but Atlantis sounded especially so. Sylvie had encountered many different worlds in her apocalypse tour, none under water though. “Yes, that would be accurate.” No reason to lie, was there? “Still adjusting to this world, same as you I suppose.” 

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Loki.  

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Loki wondered what their life could’ve been like had they lived together and learned together, his mother had such a love for the craft, and having two of her kids taking an interest in it would’ve made her beyond happy knew that much. Now she was gone and Sylvie and Loki had one another, he knew she’d have wanted him to share the knowledge she’d passed down to him which he wouldn’t have minded one bit as they grew closer he could see the lost awe and happiness in the other’s face when he used his tricks. “You say that but we both know who the superior twin is no use hiding that “ He teased her it took a lot for someone to take control of his mind possibly the use of an infinity stone but he was usually the one using them.  He smirked when she did “Try not to destroy him too much he is quite the chaotic force to be with.” He paused looking at the other “It should be interesting to hear you…opinion on him…sister” He replied before rolling his eyes “You’ll get one and learn how to use it, it’s not so hard, plus it allows us to keep in contact even if I’m not in the room with you.”

“Yes we both do.” She responded without a ounce of hesitation. “I’m quite glad we both agree.” Obviously they were both separately talking about themselves but she enjoyed the joke of it and the comraderies of fun between them. It felt almost unknown to her, like treading new ground. All this fun, making jokes and even smiling. all very new to the girl who spent so much time without so much as a smile. “Duly noted.” She responded, sounding unphased and without fear despite what Loki had warned. Though it was less of a warning for her if she red his tone correctly (which she felt she always did). Sister, she liked that more then she could put into words. “I suppose if I must then I must. I’ll require the basic knowledge of it.” She eyed him with apprehension. “So that is the main purpose of the devices then? Communication?” It made a brief amount of sense. However- “The only one I need to communicate with is you dear brother. I don’t see why we can’t do that through magic.”

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Stephen Strange. 

His hand carried no tremor in it as it clinched around her delicate one, not a trace of a scar on the back of her hand - unlike his that isn’t only horribly scarred on the top of his hand back on the palm side as well. Hand refused to release the flow of power that seemed to surge and flow back between the pair of them, that of a washing machine of power. Stopping once they stepped through the portal together, they happened to be standing on the rolling pastures of Faerie Glen, Scotland as to that’s where Bats happened to be roaming somewhere and that’s all he needs is folks of Scotland going on about a ghastly spectre of a hound to hit the headlines. “We’re Faerie Glen,” Stephen told her, peering down the length of his arm to her. “Not in Kansas anymore, Toto.” He teased, recollection hit him after the fact.  

Caution and suspicion was inequivalently in Sylvie’s nature. How else would she survive in a world such as the ones she grew up in? The moment everything behind her was destroyed there was no one else to guide her forward, she had to find the roads herself and hope to pray no one else found them. Found her. She very narrowly escaped death so many times, and none of them had come about from trusting others. Except there was no one to run from any longer. All she had left of her was her. Trust was a luxury she could semi afford nowadays, even if it scared her at times. The view was unlike anything Sylvie had seen before, she never suspected Midgar would have held such a view. She was caught in fixation upon it, never expecting it. “I don’t understand that reference.” Sylvie spoke, hoping it didn’t make her appear too foolish (it must be something obvious, she gathered). “I never thought this world would have such a view.” She admitted. 

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Garth. 

“I guess?” Garth replied, shrugging his shoulders. Even though he was from Earth, and had lived on Earth his entire life, he was from Atlantis. Which, was a far throw from how people on land operated. They had royalty, not really superheroes. “Wrong person to ask. I’m not from around here, and i’m assuming you aren’t either?”

Sylvie looked the man over, he held the typical midgardians appearance if not a certain smell about him. But she didn’t know enough about midgard itself to identify the true meaning of it. “No, I’m not.” She answered him, not pretending otherwise. It would be an effort of vain to even pretend. “Where do you hail?”

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Amora. 

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Amora looked over at the other, her head tilting a little as her eyes narrowed. She could feel the familiar energy but it was as if it was…off. Not quite centre. “You are Asgardian and do not know of me?” Amora scoffed, as if she had received a personal insult. To her, it probably was. “I am Amora if you must know. Goddess of lust, beauty, love, all that Midgard noise.” She rolled her hand flippantly as she listed through the moniker she has been blessed with on Asgard. “But you can call me Enchantress if you’re nasty.” Amora watched the stranger carefully for a moment before she spoke again. “I know the Asgardian court quite well. Well enough to know you were not one of them. So who are you?”

“The Asgard I hail from I’d imagine is quite different then your own.” Not to mention the last time Sylvie had been there she’d only been a mere child. she saw nothing beyond what Odin had wanted her to see. If she had the chance to grow older there she would have resented him for that, but as it was all she could do was miss the man she had called her father for a time she deemed ‘not long enough’. “I see.” She looked over the woman with caution, attempting to deem if she was a foe or ally. Sylvie knew yet what to make of her. “That is where you find yourself incorrect. I am Asgardian. I was raised there, it simply wasn’t where I remained.” Sylvie explained. After being arrested for the awful crime of existing, she had run to places the TVA would never find. Namingly, worlds on the brink of apoclypses. Living one after another was hardly a happy childhood. All she treasured of her young memories were the ones in Asgard. 

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Lois Lane. 

A light snort fell from Lois’s lips as the woman spoke. “I guess important is the right word, yeah,” she said. “Sometimes people show how important the superheroes are to them by, you know, kidnapping their loved ones or robbing a bank to get their attention. But sure, they’re important.”

The snort was intriguing, did this woman not think well of those so called superheroes? Sylvie wondered if they deemed themselves the name or if it was chosen for them. “That sounds tedious.” She frowned. “If kidnapping a loved one was an effective strategy I doubt any heroes would be left. I suppose this is why some insist on masks?”

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Thor Odinson.

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          thor had been intrigued when loki had told him about his time with the tva, but he was most intrigued by hearing about sylvie. when retrieving the stones he’d been made aware of the multiverse, not that he completely understood it but bruce had explained the basic concept to him enough times that he had an idea, so that wasn’t a big surprise to him… but a sister? one that he could have spent time with as a child? that got his mind racing. so of course he wanted to meet them. the awkwardness was quite obvious, but it didn’t really bother him. instead thor put on a bright smile “i would hope so seeing as i have not died.” a chuckle fell from him “you look alive as well!”

It was some sort of terrifying, knowing this what would be of the brother she’d known so long ago had he be given the chance to grow up. Should she consider this Thor and that one in the same? Was it cruel to the memory of the Thor she once had known? Conflicted emotions roared turmoil in her chest. She didn’t know what he thought of her, if she was family or just an extension of Loki to him. The brother she remembered had been brutish, boosterish and simple. He also had held her hand when she feared being lost, gave her piggyback rides when she was too tired to stand, and protected her no matter the cause. They had only been children, but Sylvie remembered well the warm feeling of safety he’d given her. Selfishly, she wanted to feel it again. His smile was so bright. Something like sunshine to a girl who was very used to dark stormy days and nights. “It appears we have that in common.” Unlike Loki, who had apparently ‘died’ quite a number of times if his stories were to be believed. “Yes, I’ve made a habit of survival. Mostly out of spite but so far it’s been a success. For the most part I suppose.” The TVA had called her a cockroach for a reason, she had become someone feral to make them pay. Now that she succeeded, reeling down from that and finding a new purpose in survival... it was something new. 

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Stephen Strange.  

Stephen was trying for the sake of being able to use it in the future that he tried to be friendly to someone outside of Wong and Bats. The sorcerer sat next to Asgardian, he was sure there was some sort of crappy bar joke that would go along those lines and it made him slightly cringe upon the thought. “Great. Because I’d rather not indulge in the egos of those whom claim themselves as superheroes,” Stephen said. As she spoke, he titled his head to the left because history wasn’t Stephen’s forte. “History wasn’t really my subject in school. Haven’t you been to the museum?” 

“It’s better to be cautious of indulging anyone’s ego. The wrong push could turn an quiet man into a blubbering oaf.” One compliment, even simple niceties from time to time, led to others turning into utter fools for no reason beyond an inflated head. Sylvie typically cut her time short with them at that end. It became the biggest of nuisances when she was enchanting someone however, being in someone’s mind when they were full of hot air was hardly pleasant. “I can’t say I have.” She spoke. “There are still many sights I have yet to encounter in this city.” In this world was more accurate. 

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Zach Zatanna.

Zach flashed her a grin. “Thank you,” he said. His cocky smile didn’t falter when she commented on the fact that he was using actual magic, and he shrugged his shoulders. “People don’t want me to be using actual magic. They like possible things that only look impossible. It’s more comfy that way.”

“Then people are naive.” Humans. To be more precise. Sylvie felt much the opposite, if she caught sight of any power in her midst she wanted to know all there was to know about it. Not knowing wasn’t an option when it could become a threat. “I suppose that saying reigns true. What was it... ? Bliss is ignorance?”

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@ofodinsons

Sylvie observed. She recalled all she could about the Thor she had known before her own timelines demise. In a world where Loki hadn’t been the twin to die, she had had an older brother called Thor. He was made of folly, silly and an utter oaf. Yet with bewilderment she knew how much she had endured him. Piggyback rides, the way he had always made her smile, held her hand when she was scared. A good older brother despite his daftness. He had been a child just like she was, when he had perished with the rest of them. This Thor, was he anything like hers? Would he even want her? She couldn’t imagine what Loki had told him of her, there was very little good deeds to be told. Would she even be wanted? Loki may have been her twin by blood but Thor didn’t share theirs, and unlike Loki she and Thor didn’t have memories binding them as family. Practically strangers who had some similarities in upbringing. She shouldn’t hold her hopes up. (And yet---). “You look... alive.” She spoke warily, the word brother was upon her tongue and yet she held it back. Sylvie reminded herself, it was only right to keep her hopes down. 

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@ofclints

So this was the man her brother was set on marrying. Of course he hadn’t said as much but the love struck gaze in his eyes at the mention of the man was enough to make it known to Sylvie had deeply he felt. Supposedly this man was a superhero, someone special. He didn’t look all too special to Sylvie but she may have been looking with the rose tinted glasses of someone who was particularly protective of her newfound family. “Clint Barton.” She said his name, her eyes observing his reaction. “My brother’s betrothed.” She was curious just how much Loki had told him about her. Hopefully enough to scare him if only a little bit. 

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@abracazachra

Sylvie arched a brow watching the young man’s trickery with magic to an adoring crowd. Not too large of one but enough to draw attention. His biggest skill of course was hiding the use of actual sorcery. As the crowd dispersed she took a seat beside him. “Very well done,” She congratulated. “To the untrained eye they wouldn’t see the actual magic you’re using.”

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@tabbysgalavan

Sylvie enjoyed Barbara’s club. It was well taken care of, well staffed, and even the security was worthwhile. She especially enjoyed the part where all the men were kicked out for only woman to enjoy an hour to themself. A ladies club it should be called, if only all clubs were this well taken care of. A smirk fixed to her lips at the sight of a particular drunkard giving security a hard time as he was led out, only to be kicked out with a heavy kick to his ass onto the pavement. She chuckled, only to find a set of eyes fixated on her. “Sorry, I’m just enjoying the show.” She said, not sounding much sorry at all. 

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@asgardianfemmefatale​

Sylvie hadn’t been aware of more Asgardians residing on Midgard beyond her twin and their brother (even now she found herself doing a doubletake at the words, they didn’t sound right in her mind. Family? Her? It was strange, it felt foreign. An unheard concept found in a maiden’s dream, and yet here it was. True as could be. Her brothers). So, she looked warily and cautiously. Asgard, even with how little she remembered of it, was not known for their friendships. “Who may I be speaking to?” She asked, caution heeded in her tone. 

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Rachel Roth.

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Rae looked at the other as she tried to find the work “I suppose the answer would be yes to that? Without them many people would suffer at the hands of the villains.”

Strange, not many planets had people who outright called themselves villains and heroes. “Interesting,” Sylvie noted. “People readily taking up the role of villain isn’t something I’ve seen often before.”