[[livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse] 316 - What were you doing ten years ago?

Jan. 2nd, 2010 07:35 pm
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316 - What were you doing ten years ago?

Ten years ago, someone tried to tell me the future. I didn't listen. Perhaps it's for the best I didn't.

Prior to being sent to Sunnydale, I had not been trusted with many assignments in the field, none of those involving anything that could be remotely classified as danger. Even outside of the halls of Watcher headquarters, most of my time was spent in research. Often, I was sent to acquire certain texts or artifacts from contacts at museums or other establishments who either were Watchers themselves or who had standing relationships with the Council.

On this particular outing, my superiors had handed me a list and sent me on my way. The list was comprised of about a dozen so-called psychics and fortune tellers who had hung out their shingles in the last few months in the London metropolitan area. Periodically, the Watchers Council would send out members to perform this vetting, in order to determine if there were indeed unknown individuals with genuine supernatural abilities. If real psychic talents were identified, the Council would quietly approach these people with offers of employment.

For the most part, these would-be fortune tellers turned out to be well-meaning people with good intuition at best. The vast majority, of course, were nothing but grifters, conning innocent people out of their money with a deck of cards and a half-decent ability to read subtle body language signals.

Such was the result of my research. Going down the list, I visited each establishment, posing as an average Londoner, wishing to get a bit of advice on investing in a friend's business endeavour. Supposedly, I was hoping to make enough money to purchase an engagement ring for a fictitious girlfriend. One by one, I recited the script I had prepared and performed the gestures that were designed to be read in a certain way. Twelve names on the list, and eleven took my money and repeated exactly the empty advice I was expecting.

The twelfth was a small former tea shop squeezed between the Starbucks that had closed the previous occupant and a fashionable ladies' clothing boutique. The proprietor was a wizened old man I quickly recognized as a minor demon wearing a human glamour. I sat down and was silenced before I could begin my recitation.

"Put your money away, Watcher," he told me. "I'll tell you three things before you leave, and when you return with your friends, I will be gone." The 'old man' lowered himself into a creaking metal chair.

"You will befriend a man who is not a man. You will be cast into the wilderness. And you will lose all you love, but it will make you strong."

He rose from the chair and shuffled into the back of the shop, passing through the door. Scoffing, I left as well, found the nearest pub and proceeded to forget his words at the bottom of an empty glass of scotch.


OOC Note: This is an original ficlet not based on canon or RP.

Date: 2010-01-03 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fakingitsomehow.livejournal.com
Seriously? Huh.

Date: 2010-01-03 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prodigalwatcher.livejournal.com
It wasn't until very recently, in fact, that I really recalled the encounter.

Date: 2010-01-03 08:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fakingitsomehow.livejournal.com
Considering how dead-on the guy was, I'm surprised it took you this long to remember.

Date: 2010-01-03 09:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prodigalwatcher.livejournal.com
I was... less adept at handling liquor back then. The memories were especially hazy.

Date: 2010-01-03 04:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_freaksrus/
Have you ever gone back to see if he's still there or what he'd say now?

Date: 2010-01-03 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prodigalwatcher.livejournal.com
No. Then again, it's been a long time since I've been back at all.

Date: 2010-01-03 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_freaksrus/
If you ever feel like taking walk into your past, though God knows I know the desire not to ever go there, and you want company, just ask.

Date: 2010-01-05 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prodigalwatcher.livejournal.com
If that urge strikes, I promise you will be the first I call.


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