§ sarah, storms are brewin' in her eyes. (nopoweroverme) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-10-16 03:07:00 |
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In the end, finding the older Xander had taken longer than the low estimate, but not the several hours it might have taken if he had been in possession of heavier-duty protection. As she'd predicted, due to the 'novice/intermediate' state of her knowledge and control of what she could do with the inherited magic, there had been misfires that only showed her the room she was in with Xander while a cell was set up and re-checked for security. Eventually, though, she had located older Xander and watched him for a few minutes before acting. And act she did as she appeared behind him, barely long enough for a disturbance to register, as she had no idea what his defensive skills were like and wasn't looking for any hand-to-hand combat. This was simply to get him and put him where he would be restrained; to be questioned, reasoned with and even protected from himself, due to his insane mission, and others, who were calling for his blood. Thankfully, she didn't need to touch him to move him, and so barely seconds later, the world around them both changed, Xander's location melting fluidly into one of the 'werewolf cells' of the lock-up building. The cell, large, durably and heavily protected within the secured building, had been prepared especially for this man to be as humane and comfortable as being locked in a large cell could be. Some might say it was more than he deserved, but as furious and appalled as she had been, and still was, Sarah wasn't going to treat him like a monster. In the end, Xander was still in there somewhere, no matter how heinous his mistakes had been in the search to protect his friends and save the world. |