| A new start... want_take_have_ |
[Oct. 6th, 2004|01:35 am]
Want, take, have: A Buffy season three AU game
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"Sit, Pryce," Quintin Travers looks from the corners of his eyes at me.
I can see him measuring me up, wondering if they had made the right choice. Slowly sitting down I make sure to use the correct decorum. Though my back was starting to ache from standing so ramrod straight while I waited for Mister Travers to arrive. I am still stunned that they have chosen me. My father had led me to believe that I'd never make an active watcher, even though I was on the top of my class in nearly everything. It was of course never enough. But wonders of all wonders the news I received yesterday, by message of my father no less, proven him wrong.
I can't help but still be a little smug about it.
( Sometime yesterdayCollapse )
"Congratulations, Pryce," Travers says from behind his desk.
While he folds his hands together he gives me a once over and I try very hard not to squirm in my seat. "Thank you, Sir."
"Of course I won't have to tell you what the job entails. You have after all been trained for it." He waved a hand around vaguely.
"That is correct, Sir."
"There is however a second task that you will be given." Pulling open his drawer he pulls out a file.
A second task? What could that be? I wreck my brain trying to come up with anything that might be given as a second task but come up blank.
"Rupert Giles," Travers begins, and I do believe I detect a note of disgust in his voice. "Is getting far too attached to the Slayer he's supposed to watch."
"Appalling," I nod, though I still don't particularly see why this is such a bad thing. But it is against council rules and therefor must be obeyed.
"I'm glad you agree, Pryce." Opening a file he pulls out a letter. One almost similar to one I received yesterday. With official stamp. "This letter was send to Mister Giles yesterday by courier. It informs him that he is put on probation as a Watcher to the Summers girl awaiting assessment." He looks awfully pleased at that.
"Sir?"
"As a second task you will be observing them, mostly Rupert Giles of course. You are to report back to The Council via myself. You shall determine if Mister Giles is suitable to remain as Miss Summers Watcher or not." He steeples his fingers together and looks at me over the rim of his glasses. "If he's found unsuitable, Pryce, you will become the first Watcher in history with two Slayers. And that at such a young age, wouldn't that make your father proud."
I look at him with wide eyes. I do believe that I've just been informed in a round about way to make sure Mister Giles is not to be found suitable. "Yes, Sir." I can't do that. I don't even know the man. But two Slayers. That should make even my father proud shouldn't it?
"I'm glad we understand each other. That will be all, Pryce. You have two days to get your things here in order. After that you shall be on your way to the Hellmouth in California. Your Slayer has already been send there. I shall be awaiting reports every week." We both stand up and shakes hands. He gives me the letter and throws a pointed look at me. "We do understand each other don't we, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," I nod. Clutching the letter I walk out of the office in a bit of a daze, managing not to walk into the door this time. I'm the official watcher to The Slayer. Perhaps even both. I still can't believe it. But I can do this. I must, I know what to do. It's been ingrained since childhood. And I shall make a fair assessment of Mister Giles as I see fit.
I shall make my father proud. |
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