ade kelani (marya morevna) (tsarevna) wrote in fableless, @ 2016-12-05 22:58:00 |
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North. When the call had come, Yulia had simply felt relieved; she would be able to help this time, she wouldn’t be left sitting at home, unable to tell the police anything that could set them off in the right direction. The frustration and helplessness would have a release: she knew. North. But as she sat in one of the rooms at the station, staring at a map, the creeping realization that north meant very little in a world as big as the one they lived in was agonizingly acute. The tip of her unpolished nail traced the outline of the coast, up through Oregon and Washington and Canada. The tugging in her stomach switched direction. South. As soon as her nail slid back to Washington, the feeling evaporated. Frowning, she crossed the border, and a sharp tug pulled down in her stomach, causing her to wince. “I think she’s still in the United States!” Yulia said brightly, forcing every bit of optimism she could spare into her voice. "Well, that's... something, at least," Ade said, leaning forward a bit to peer down at the map. "We'd be in a lot more trouble if she'd got up to Vancouver or something. Easier to work with other US cops than to try to extradite somebody." She was restless, and part of her was irate she wasn't on the team looking for Leona (Charlie was so worried about Leona, Ade was so worried about Charlie) but the rest of her was ready, willing, and eager to slap some cuffs on one of the people who'd done this. "So Washington state, you think? It's a start. We can get moving now and you can..." Ade paused. "Well, I don't know, actually. Can you do this stuff on the road? Like if we have a map of Washington and you tell me where to drive as we go? Whatever you feel, just tell me left or right or whatever." Yulia nodded. “It’s probably easier on the move? Um, I mean, I can sort of figure out where to go better.” She shrugged apologetically and reached for her bag, grabbing her little emergency snack baggie of kielbasa. As she munched on the cured meat, she stared at the map, tracing the outline of Washington with her free hand. South. She startled, but followed the instinct, finger moving down through Washington and into Oregon. South. She hit the border into California when the feeling changed directions. “Oregon,” she said. “Um. South Oregon, actually. That’s as close as I can get us from here, I think.” It was better than just north, definitely, but south Oregon still covered a fair amount of places to search. "Twin Peaks country," Ade mused. "Great. Just lemme know if you spot any creepy owls." She led Yulia to the car they'd be taking -- unmarked, black, nothing to suggest it was a police car. Fugitives tended to book it when they spotted a police car, after all. Traveling with Yulia was pleasant as all things with Yulia tended to be pleasant, but Ade felt on edge the whole time even as they chit-chatted about this and that. By the time they crossed the Oregon border, she felt restless. Would this even work? Could Yulia's power be used this way at all? The blonde watched the scenery flashing by through the window, periodically taking small bites of the snacks she’d brought with her, trying to keep the worry gnawing at her stomach at bay. They would find whoever it was her intuition was leading her to - she knew that much - but this particular application of her powers was very much trial and error. Still, she was determined to remain optimistic. Food helped to make her hunches stronger, so she sat in the car as Ade drove, eating and focusing, occasionally speaking up to tell her to take this turn off, or hit that highway. But she’d been quiet for the last hour, with nary a flutter in her stomach. As she stared out, an exit sign caught her attention, and suddenly that way. “Um, Ade? That exit, please?” Ade looked up all at once, her own focus shifting immediately to the woman in the passenger seat. "Medford," she said, reading the exit sign. "Okay, hold tight." She put the turn signal on and slowed down to get off the freeway. "Look at you, Yulichka!" she grinned. "You're a regular bloodhound after all. We're gonna get this chick." But what to do with her once they'd found her? Yulia would have to hang back, that much Ade knew. No matter what Madison Daly's Tale power turned out to be (and this was why people needed to register, dammit), Vasilisa the Beautiful had no business in a combat situation. Ade just hoped Marya Morevna alone would be enough. She shot a distracted smile at her friend, focusing on the feeling in her stomach. They were getting closer. That much she knew. But there was something different about the pull - insistent, urgent. They didn’t have much time. “Left,” she said, shifting forward in her seat, trying to see more out the window, to anticipate the next turn. The car made the turn; on the right side of the street was a gas station with several long distance trucks filling up, and across the street was a motel. “There! She’s in there.” With as little screeching of tires as she could manage, Ade angled them into the parking lot of the garage behind the gas station. Better to approach on foot than to spook Daly with headlights. As they approached, she held up a finger to signal Yulia to hang back. If Daly was armed, she wanted Yulia behind her. (Ade herself was armed at all times, of course, merely by existing. She had a gun in her holster, but she couldn't remember the last time she'd had to fire it.) The air hummed electric around her as she kicked down the door to the motel room Yulia indicated, hooked chains manifesting from nothingness and shooting forward -- with only a moment's thought necessary to aim -- to wrap tight and heavy around the perp's arms and legs. "Madison Daly!" she called, bright and clear, stepping closer carefully in case the bound woman had some defensive power waiting to go. "You're under arrest for the kidnapping of Leona Quinn." When it became clear Daly wasn't planning to fight, Ade stepped closer to make a circle with her fingers, reshaping the cold iron lattice around the woman's wrists into sturdier handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you desire an attorney and cannot afford one, an attorney will be obtained for you before police questioning." Madison stood still, staring blankly at the chains that bound her arms and legs. A suitcase was open on the bed, clothes haphazardly thrown into it - they’d caught her as she was preparing to flee again. She looked up, locking eyes with the cop. “I’ll wait to speak until I have an attorney.” Yulia didn’t need her intuition to feel the waves of guilt that rolled off of her. She was no threat; if she had been previously, there was no indication of that now. Yulia stepped forward, placing a hand on Ade’s shoulder. “I don’t think she’s going to run, Adesha,” she said quietly, eyes still on the blonde woman in the middle of the room. “Handcuffs will be fine if you have them.” "Good," Ade said, simply. She tilted her head to one side as she eyed her new collar, and with a wave of her hand the leg chains vanished, leaving only her magically-conjured handcuffs. "That's all right by me, Ms. Daly. We can just listen to the radio on the way back. Now... if you'll kindly follow me." Gesturing after you, Ade began to usher Madison toward the door and out toward the car they'd left at the gas station. |