Watcher Training
Who: Giles, Andrew
When: Early morning
Where: Giles' office
What: Before one can Watch a Slayer, one must learn to watch thyself! There's more than reading ancient moldy tomes of knowledge! Endless hardships, including the pricey custom tailoring of tweed!
Status: Complete
Being a Watcher was a lot like being a Jedi. Hand picked at a young age, training started just as soon as the little Watcherling's hands were big enough to hold a book. Actually, Andrew wasn't too sure on all of that. But judging from Mr. Giles, and Mr. Wyndam-Pryce? They barely had a sense of humor! Or maybe that was because they were British...?
Anyway. Training to be a Watcher was supposed to a lifelong journey on a road paved with a lot more than just papercuts! Andrew had started his personal journey to Watcherhood a little late. Luke Skywalker, late, actually. He hadn't been hand selected for the job, or anything. The only reason why he was able to even remotely qualify for it all, was because Watchers had suddenly found themselves a dying breed. What with the Watcher's Council having gone the way of Planet Krypton, and the scattered survivors hunted down by Bringers, there wasn't exactly a long line of volunteers left wanting to pick up the profession.
Andrew may have gotten in by default, but that didn't mean his training was supposed to be a walk in the park. He wanted to be a real Watcher, and he wanted to work hard to get there, consequences be damned!
He just needed to somehow relate that all to his mentors.
Which was why he had hidden himself in the library, with plans to ambush the first thing in tweed that moved. He had thought of inviting himself into Mr. Giles office to wait for him there, but the stupid door had been locked. And so, one credit card and super shopper discount card later, he had settled for a nice desk in the library.
At least he had something to work on while he waited: his final diary entry about Solace. It was something Andrew had been putting off, since it would make his Slayer's departure official. While he could always hope she wasn't needed elsewhere, and would show up back in Hope Fall's any day now, he knew better.
He knew there were plenty of Slayers left in the sea-- but there was only one Solace.
When: Early morning
Where: Giles' office
What: Before one can Watch a Slayer, one must learn to watch thyself! There's more than reading ancient moldy tomes of knowledge! Endless hardships, including the pricey custom tailoring of tweed!
Status: Complete
Being a Watcher was a lot like being a Jedi. Hand picked at a young age, training started just as soon as the little Watcherling's hands were big enough to hold a book. Actually, Andrew wasn't too sure on all of that. But judging from Mr. Giles, and Mr. Wyndam-Pryce? They barely had a sense of humor! Or maybe that was because they were British...?
Anyway. Training to be a Watcher was supposed to a lifelong journey on a road paved with a lot more than just papercuts! Andrew had started his personal journey to Watcherhood a little late. Luke Skywalker, late, actually. He hadn't been hand selected for the job, or anything. The only reason why he was able to even remotely qualify for it all, was because Watchers had suddenly found themselves a dying breed. What with the Watcher's Council having gone the way of Planet Krypton, and the scattered survivors hunted down by Bringers, there wasn't exactly a long line of volunteers left wanting to pick up the profession.
Andrew may have gotten in by default, but that didn't mean his training was supposed to be a walk in the park. He wanted to be a real Watcher, and he wanted to work hard to get there, consequences be damned!
He just needed to somehow relate that all to his mentors.
Which was why he had hidden himself in the library, with plans to ambush the first thing in tweed that moved. He had thought of inviting himself into Mr. Giles office to wait for him there, but the stupid door had been locked. And so, one credit card and super shopper discount card later, he had settled for a nice desk in the library.
At least he had something to work on while he waited: his final diary entry about Solace. It was something Andrew had been putting off, since it would make his Slayer's departure official. While he could always hope she wasn't needed elsewhere, and would show up back in Hope Fall's any day now, he knew better.
He knew there were plenty of Slayers left in the sea-- but there was only one Solace.