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prodigalwatcher37 - "I don't think any word can explain a man's life." - 'Citizen Kane'
Watcher.
For the majority of my life, it was the only word I had any care to have applied to me, beyond the typical superlatives any human wishes to hear about oneself. Being a Watcher was more than simply my life's ambition, it was the only thing in the world, the only possible avenue to pursue. Even as a child, I harboured no fantasies of sailing across the ocean looking for new horizons to explore or of fighting fires or racing Lotuses on the international circuit.
There was nothing but the world of the Watcher, and the Wyndam-Pryce family tradition to uphold.
All that, of course, went away when I and the Watchers Council parted company. In their estimation, I made a very poor Watcher despite being in the nearly unique situation of having not just two Slayers placed under my aegis, but two of the most rebellious and disobedient Slayers ever to be Chosen. When my presence and authority was not sufficient to get Buffy and Faith to toe the line, the failure was placed on my shoulders.
So what was a Watcher to do if he or she is unable to be the only thing that had ever been considered as an existence? Well, for my part, there was still only a single avenue to pursue: I would remain in my same line of work, save for working with a Slayer, of course. Thus was born the era of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Rogue Demon Hunter (an era that, at the time, spanned only a merciful few months).
My subsequent position at Angel Investigations was still very much a Watcher's duties. Information and research on adversaries, magical reference and the application thereof and general field support were still my jurisdiction, and I have no illusions that I performed those tasks with an infinitely greater ability than previously.
"Once a Watcher, always a Watcher," I suppose the adage might go, and truthfully enough.
(322)
Watcher.
For the majority of my life, it was the only word I had any care to have applied to me, beyond the typical superlatives any human wishes to hear about oneself. Being a Watcher was more than simply my life's ambition, it was the only thing in the world, the only possible avenue to pursue. Even as a child, I harboured no fantasies of sailing across the ocean looking for new horizons to explore or of fighting fires or racing Lotuses on the international circuit.
There was nothing but the world of the Watcher, and the Wyndam-Pryce family tradition to uphold.
All that, of course, went away when I and the Watchers Council parted company. In their estimation, I made a very poor Watcher despite being in the nearly unique situation of having not just two Slayers placed under my aegis, but two of the most rebellious and disobedient Slayers ever to be Chosen. When my presence and authority was not sufficient to get Buffy and Faith to toe the line, the failure was placed on my shoulders.
So what was a Watcher to do if he or she is unable to be the only thing that had ever been considered as an existence? Well, for my part, there was still only a single avenue to pursue: I would remain in my same line of work, save for working with a Slayer, of course. Thus was born the era of Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Rogue Demon Hunter (an era that, at the time, spanned only a merciful few months).
My subsequent position at Angel Investigations was still very much a Watcher's duties. Information and research on adversaries, magical reference and the application thereof and general field support were still my jurisdiction, and I have no illusions that I performed those tasks with an infinitely greater ability than previously.
"Once a Watcher, always a Watcher," I suppose the adage might go, and truthfully enough.
(322)
