§ sarah, storms are brewin' in her eyes. (nopoweroverme) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-11-01 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | narrative, sarah petrelli (née williams) |
WHO: Sarah Petrelli
WHERE: the Welcome Center
WHEN: Wednesday, November 1, 2006; evening
WHAT: Starting on that list of 'doing whatever she can'.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: narrative; complete as is, but open to a few (Clary, Lindsey, etc) if wanting to tag.
While the list of things to do was growing, securing the Welcome Center was one of the top on the list. Only after it was secure could they hope to work without most interference, which made it far easier to concentrate on the tasks at hand. That reasoning was why Sarah was in the 'security room' of the Welcome Center after using Cathy's keys to gain access, intent on investigating what had gone wrong. Whatever it was, it would need to be repaired before she sat down with Clary to concentrate on locating the man she had drawn. Though weakening magic was a theory, it wasn't a theory that Sarah could accept without confirmation. She had been familiar with the Blood magic and knew that weakening in months wasn't something that was likely to happen on its own, though she supposed it could still be possible here. But given how the web was constructed and the source of its power behaved, it was either full power or it was no power, and as the web hadn't vanished when Jaenelle did (otherwise the Welcome Center would have been defenseless the day she did), the power remained. Sarah acknowledged it could have been her own adaptations to the security, however, those modeled after what she and Anya repeatedly improved on the Hyperion, and that was why she had to know how it had failed, in addition to fixing it. The web, as it was constructed, was still there in the room, whole. For a few minutes, Sarah didn't entirely see what was wrong with it, which made the weight on her heart even more painful with the possibility of self-blame. The room had still been secured, the web was still intact, the... And then she spotted it. The chips of Jaenelle's Black jewels that sat at the core of the web, to create a rotating power source so each piece could recharge after use, weren't there. The web hadn't been cut, wasn't even showing any signs of sagging or change in shape from being touched, but the pieces of the jewels were gone just the same. And when Sarah reached for it, no shield stopped her fingers from advancing to the now empty center. But the chip shouldn't have been removable. The power they fed the web with was also the power that kept the web shielded from being touched and broken. There was no way to remove the shield to remove the stones... Or was there? The answer there, though the 'who' was still forming in theory, Sarah reached for her phone and texted Lindsey. The information needed shared before the protections were replaced. |