prodigalwatcher: (Not Fade Away)
268 - The End

In Memoriam )

(377)

OOC: On a much lighter note, I rarely get to use this mood icon, and I've just now realized that the person who made it saw the word "exanimate" and thought it was "examine it". *LOL*
prodigalwatcher: (Darker Sword)
267 - In medias res

The shop is in Koreatown, which under other circumstances is a place I quite enjoy visiting. Although I've never quite grown to have the kind of tolerance for culinary spice heat that Gunn or Angel do, I find that even in as cosmopolitan a city as Los Angeles, a good Korean Barbecue restaurant is a joy to find. Of course, I'm not here to sate my hunger or indulge my tastes. I'm here to do my job.

My job. In this moment, the thought gives me no comfort, fills me with no sense of righteousness to bring even the least bit of brightness to the un-ending night that has become our world here in L.A. And no, that's not poetic license or purple prose, this city is quite literally under permanent nightfall, thanks to the machinations of the powerful demonic presence we know only as the Beast.

What the thought of 'my job' does give me, though, is the determination to see this through to the end. Even though that end is almost unbearably difficult.

I have to kill my friend.

Fight scene )

(613, not counting direct quote)
prodigalwatcher: (Get What We Deserve)
264 - "The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun.

When one deals with beings possessed of such long lives as vampires and demons, then one develops a different kind of respect for the past, as it comes back to haunt people in much more direct and deadly ways. A person's past is a part of them, impossible to be freed from, like one's own shadow.

Recurrent )

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prodigalwatcher: (Watcher | Doing Research)
262 - Lines

amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant
amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant
amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant


I love, you love, he or she loves... )

(341, not counting Latin)
prodigalwatcher: (Not What I Used To Be)
259 - Write a prompt that begins with the words: "I don't understand..."

"I don't understand."

Illyria turned to look at me with that wide-eyed, head-tilted expression that I had come to associate with her being surprised at my powers of observance or deduction.

"Exactly that," she answered. Just the tone of her voice was enough to chill the blood. I had never heard any being sound so utterly dispassionate in one moment and then sneeringly dismissive in others.

I frowned. "Exactly what don't you understand?"

The expression disappeared. Apparently, I had just reduced that estimation. "Don't."

Grammatica )

(524)

OOC Note: Illyria mentioned is [livejournal.com profile] not_the_shell, and is used with the mun's kind permission.
prodigalwatcher: (Behind Blue Eyes)
256 - What do you hope for?

Clarity of vision.

Now, once upon a time, I would have meant that in a much more literal sense. Those who've known me for some years will recall that I was very rarely to be found without my glasses. Although my vision is generally quite good, I was always a creature of books and reading, and wearing spectacles constantly served to simplify the situation, rather than having to constantly draw them from a pocket and risk misplacing or damaging them.

I suppose I should count myself fortunate that by wearing them so frequently, I did not inadvertently cause greater damage to my eyesight that would truly necessitate them.

The longer I spent in Los Angeles, however, the more often I found myself out in the field and dealing with vampires and demons right in front of me, rather than on the printed page. Not needed glasses to see what was howling, gnashing or otherwise terrorising me in the face, I took to wearing my eyeglasses less frequently. I very rarely even take them out these days.

When I speak of clarity nowadays, I mean the kind that brings peace of mind. In dealing with the darkest magics and the most evil of beings in this world, it is frighteningly easy for any would-be Champion to lose his or her way. So much of what we do requires compromises and snap decisions that can alter lives and fates forever that it is difficult to be sure of oneself.

A demon is prowling the streets. Do you stop them immediately? What if their species is known to be a nesting one, and they're likely to have dragged victims back to a hidden location? Now do you stop them, or follow them, hoping to save more lives?

The way is narrow, steep and slippery. And one can only hope to be able to see the way.

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prodigalwatcher: (Rogue Demon Hunter)
253 - Awesome

It was, in retrospect, a ludicrous idea, I know that now. How I ever got into my head that I was qualified to strike out on my own as a "rogue demon hunter", I've never been sure. Even on my worst days, I was never really that deluded about my physical prowess at the time, no matter what weapons I had at my disposal. (Which, incidentally, consisted of a small one-handed crossbow and a fishing knife.)

But I suppose that decision had less to do with carrying on the good fight even after breaking with the Watchers than it did with freedom.

It isn't a very long drive between Sunnydale and Los Angeles. Depending on the time of day, the traffic conditions and one's propensity for speeding and for aggressive driving, the trip can be made in as little as an hour and a half. Taking the coast highway, though adding at least another thirty minutes of travel time or more, is also a hundred times more scenic. That was the route I took on my motorbike while following my first lead.

Driving at just after sunrise, I pulled to the side of the road to rest my legs. There was nothing in particular around except the hills behind me and the rocks and the sea before me. Waves crashed, and I stood beside my bike, considering the metaphorical road that had brought me there.

Standing before the awesome expanse of the Pacific Ocean and seeing nothing but long, winding open road ahead of me, I knew I had made the right decision. No more Watchers Council. No more willful Slayers. No more disrespectful teenagers. No more Father.

I swung my leg over the bike and revved it, pointing it down the highway and never looking back.


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prodigalwatcher: (Tuxedo)
248 - Would you make a good spy? Why or why not?

I really don't see why not.

On Her Majesty's Secret Service? )

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prodigalwatcher: (Wes| Empty Apartment)
245 - What's the first thing you remember?

That it was a wonderful thing, having not only a place to call my own physically-- in the sense that I would now have a permanent address and domicile-- but a place of my own with Angel and Cordelia. There was something very appropriate in my taking of an apartment the day after Angel asked me to stay on with his agency, and the metaphor hit me as I was signing the lease papers.

Home Sweet Home )

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prodigalwatcher: (Wes | Deep Thoughts)
246 - What are the five steps to a successful negotiation?

Somewhere in the universe, four men sit down at a conference table to discuss the elements of a successful negotiation. Although the members of this unusual group come to the table from widely disparate backgrounds and even realities, they also have a great deal in common. Each man is a leader of others, and has been involved in more than one occasion requiring keen negotiation skills. Four men with unique opinions, strong moral compasses and extensive experiences, they enter the discussion feeling confident in their ability to form an effective response to the question.

Four heads are better than one )

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OOC Note: Please consider this a writing exercise including all my current TM muses. It has not been posted to the TM community, and does not count for the community activity requirements.

Other muses referred to are: [livejournal.com profile] stoic_slim, [livejournal.com profile] knight_flyer and [livejournal.com profile] arrow_of_apollo
prodigalwatcher: (What You Have To Do)
244 - "That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings." -- Alice Munro

It isn't the way Wesley Wyndam-Pryce imagined it would happen.

The End )

(670)
prodigalwatcher: (Behind Blue Eyes)
242 - Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news.

It was my job at Angel Investigations to serve as the discoverer, keeper and disseminator of important information. Cordelia used to call me "plot exposition", particularly while in preparations for yet another audition, and it was an apt enough description. And more often than not, the news I had to bring to the table was of a less-than-welcome nature.

One particular instance, though, stands out.

Black Tie and Bad News )

(474)
prodigalwatcher: (Wes | In Bed)
238 - Freudian Slip

"This," I remember saying emphatically, "is not a relationship, Lilah."

Semantics )

(199, not counting direct quotes)
prodigalwatcher: (Weapon | Shotgun | Raised and aimed)
236 - What does respect mean to you?

Wesley had been to the bar three times since moving to Los Angeles, each time looking for information regarding a case.

Speak softly... )

(336)
prodigalwatcher: (Wes | Deep Thoughts)
233 - Surprise! Your... is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!

When most boys are in their bedrooms with the door shut tight, fervently hoping that their father does not enter unannounced, they are more than likely up to something a great deal different than I was that day.

Surreptitious )

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prodigalwatcher: (Watcher | Doing Research)
230 - Black and white

I am, and have always been, an avid reader-- something that should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me.

In my original chosen profession, a passion for reading and for the knowledge held in the written word is an absolute requirement.

ex libris, scientia )

(415)
prodigalwatcher: (Watcher | Doing Research)
229 - If you could get anyone drunk, who would it be and what would you do?

"His name is Vinnie," Angel had said as the vampire was pulling on his black coat and was already halfway out of the agency door. "And he's a complete pushover, don't let the horns fool you. Just get him a little drunk, and he'll spill everything we need."

Dealing with had always traditionally been Angel's purview, as he was the one with the reputation and the clout (in both senses of the word, after a fashion) required to either coerce or intimidate information as necessary. Such tactics were necessary, given Angel Investigations' laughably modest operating budget. So, when circumstances dictated that Angel's talents were best used elsewhere, somehow it fell to me to "roll the snitch".

Unusual duty )

(422)

OOC Note: This is a fic, based solely within canon. The Angel referred to is canon, and this fic is not binding to any muse.
prodigalwatcher: (Against The Wind)
228 - Three A.M.

"On behalf of British Airways and your flight and cabin crews today, welcome to London. The local time is approximately eleven o'clock in the morning, and the current temperature is approximately fifteen degrees centigrade..."

I tuned out the rest of the captain's speech and instead focused on my watch, which I'd yet to turn from Los Angeles time, which was three o'clock in the morning. I yawned, feeling every bit of the jet lag and the long flight from California. The ticket had been an impulse purchase, made immediately after I'd gotten off the phone with Mother and Father.

Thoughts in Heathrow )

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prodigalwatcher: (Watcher | Smug)
226 - Name three things that you're looking forward to in the near future and why.

From the training journal of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Watcher-in-Residence, Sunnydale, California, USA

Training plan for the third week of April, 1999

Training is to begin at 6:00 A.M. sharp, prior to the opening bell of school. We will start with calisthenics, including at least ten laps of the school track and ten minutes of any of the Council-approved martial arts kata with which the Slayers may be familiar.

Immediately after the last bell of school, both Buffy and Faith are to meet with myself in the school Library. Weapons training will be saved for the latter part of this afternoon session, providing that both Slayers are able to satisfactorily complete the following three study goals:

First: Commit to memory the eight major classes of demonkind, outside of vampires, and their primary characteristics. Also, to be conversant with the twelve minor classes of demons and at least the preferred methods of dispatching all of the above.

Second: Demonstrate working knowledge of the Basic Battle Tactics for Slayers, as outlined in pages 341 through 359 of the Slayer Handbook, and be able to discuss practical Sunnydale applications thereof.

Third: Prepare an outline of the greater administrative structure of the Watchers Council. Propose a proper and acceptable chain of command to most effectively take advantage of the unique characteristics of the so-called "Scooby Gang".

Should these tasks be completed, weapons practice will involve the compound crossbow. Hopefully that should be sufficient motivation.

Found in the rubble of Sunnydale High School, crumpled burned and completely unusued.

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