The New Watcher {OPEN/Slayers}

[kaininsamueldrake]

Kainin remembered the first time he stepped inside the Watcher's council, it was pretty much empty, like it is now. Except back then it seemed to have high hopes, now it sort of has a sad smell to it all. Not to say Rupert's attempts to rebuild the Council were in vein, but one would guess Kainin expected more in the alloted time they've been given, and even then there are few Slayers who choose to take part in a Watcher/Slayer relationship, but thats what you get when your chosen are young teenage girls. They tend to rebel.

Kainin knew what that was like, to rebel against authority figures. His father was what he would call 'the most snootiest of them all', and if Kainin couldn't have his way with the world on his fathers word then he wouldn't obey it. Throughout Kainin's young childhood years he messed with things like magicks, both run of the mill and dark ones, which opened the door to the supernatural for him.

And now here he is, sitting in an empty training room, with a bunch of unused training equipment waiting for some teenage girl to walk in and seek guidance from a Watcher. Sometimes he wonders what he really has to teach them, there is only so much he can that it almost seems redundant to start. But that just could be his dreary stance on the whole institution talking.

Its' his duty. Though, it won't be his duty for long if no one walks through the door. He wondered how many Slayers he'd be responsible for. Short staff means extra loads, could he handle it? Maybe. He'd be lucky if one of them actually came seeking a Watcher.

"Well, I wait." He said flicking his tongue on the top of his mouth before giving a sniff, standing up from the balance beam he was sitting on he moved over to the towel rack and grabbed one off tossing it over his shoulder. He looked around the room awkwardly before moving to stand in front of the window, leaning against it as if he was preparing for a Slayer to walk in, making sure he looked somewhat intimidating but understanding of her problems at the same time.

Figuring leaning against the window frame wasn't a good idea, he moved over to face the weapons rack, back turned to the door and hands folded together. This way when she walked in it'd be more dramatic, that way she understands the severity of her destiny.

Though feeling that wasn't a good idea, just in case she came and he didn't notice and she walked out again he felt it best that he should face the door. He turned around and put his back to the weapon rack, accidentally poking himself with a sword he jolted knocking several weapons over, including a quarter staff and battle ax which nearly removed most toes on his left foot.

"Bloody hell!" He rubbed his back and turned his head trying to see if he poked through the skin, after several flails of his arms trying to touch the middle of his back he sighed and stopped, running his hand through his hair after removing his hat and putting it down, he decided it'd be best to sit back on the balance beam before he breaks anything else.

[mikayla]

Mikayla Winters hadn't had a watcher for years, and now they had finally tracked her down. Some messenger requesting her to be at the Watchers Council. Just great, she was going to go into some building where old farts talked about their problems and tactics on taking down evil. And then finally she arrived. Dressed in a black tank top with a brown leather jacket, and navy jeans and to top it all off? Black boots.

Pushing the doors open, Mikayla entered the Watchers Council HQ. She dipped her hand into her back jeans pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. Training room, blah blah blah She scratched her forehead and began walking around. Now that she had time to think about things, walking in lonely hallways, questions began to pop up. What would her watcher be like? Would they be totally strict, because if they were...Mikayla'd teach them not to be. A night out'd do the trick, for sure.

Or if they'd be laid back and let her do what she wanted. She so hoped for this option, because if they let her do what she wanted to, she wouldn't do the whole slayer business at all. Sure, if she really had to, she would, it was a calling, and you just couldn't avoid a calling -or destiny, whichever one you prefered - no matter how hard you tried. However, rules did need to be enforced sometimes, even Mikayla knew that, she just never went by it.

Oh..and if her watcher was a male, and cute, then she could have fun and be the big tease she was. She'd just have to mess with him, for sure. A smirk crossed her face at the idea, that would be first on her list. And then her thoughts changed back to slaying in particular. Would she be able to go back to that lifestyle? Give up her personal life again, just to save the world. Why couldn't there be more slayers..then it'd be easy work, she'd only have to do a bit. Was there any more slayers? She had never met another before. She was told..In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer

And she was the Slayer, wasn't she? Well until she met another one, that's what she was. Stopping in her tracks now, Mikayla's eyes darted about. "Great, 'm lost" She turned her body round before jumping back, in shock, dramatically of course. She gasped and walked towards the door that had a sign, Training room.

And so she walked in and saw a bundle of weapons on the floor. Oh great, she had a clutz for a watcher. Mikayla looked up from the bundle of weapons and into the males face. A large devilish grin came across her face, score.

She then stepped forward and picked up the battle axe, holding it firmly. "First question, how the fuck'd you find me? I thought I cut off all connections to do with you watchers. But obviously not, so are you my new watcher or what?" So she had used a bit of strong language, could you blame her? She was kind of worried on how they'd found her. If they could track her down anywhere, could she have any privacy?

"Oh yeah, pardon me sir, I forgot all my manners, my name be' Mikaylania, Slayer of London. And can I enquire as to what your name is?"

[kaininsamueldrake]

It happened, the moment every Watcher dreads. Thats regret. They think things like; "Why did I decide to do this.", "Can I go back and not be a Watcher.", and "McDonalds is looking nice right about now." And everyone one of those thoughts crossed his mind when Mikayla walked through the door. Every footstep she approached, to every syllable that came out of her mouth. He looked at the battle ax she held in her hand, the one from the floor, he sighed and scratched his head, placing his hat back on his head and adjusting it.

Funny, ironic. My first Slayer is one that was forced to be here. Why couldn't they send her off to Italy with Andrew? Or whatever his bloody name is. He thought to himself, as he scratched his chin, standing up from the balance beam he walked around his Slayer, examining. She was lean and not fat, at least she was in shape. It could be worse, he had heard of a Slayer that packed on a few more then she should have and couldn't catch a vampire if her life depended on it, and it did. He wondered if she was dead yet.

"Don't ask me how we found you. Shouldn't concern you anyway. You're here. I wasn't particularly assigned to you, whoever came through the door was and still is to be my Slayer. Its not like we have Watchers abound for every Slayer now, though ratios I hear were different a couple years ago. Makes you wonder why there was a whole bunch of old guys when there was only one girl, and now that theres more we lack in the old guy department." Kainin finally stopped pacing around her and he came to stand beside her, looking over the training room. He pursed the corner of his lips in thought, removing his glasses and putting them in his hand, one would assume he would then take out a white cloth and clean them but instead took out an old rangy bandanna and did so instead.

After removing the smudge from his glasses he hooked it on the corner of his shirt and put the bandanna away.

"My name is Kainin Samuel Drake, you may call me Mr. Drake. Its a pleasure to meet you Mikayla.

I wasn't born a Watcher, and it wasn't my choice in career. My father wasn't a Watcher, and neither was my mother. They couldn't tell a vamp from a human. I've done my studies, and I'm doing this for a friend.

I'm not going to make you do pointless tasks and tests that are traditionally done by Watchers. Waste of your time and more importantly mine.

Any questions?" Kainin stood with his hands folded behind his back, facing towards Mikayla. He wasn't sure of her whole outlook on the Slayer life, but somehow he doubted it was like she won The Ms. UK Beauty Pageant.

[mikayla]

She listened to him go on. Don't ask me how we found you. Shouldn't concern you anyway. You're here. I wasn't particularly assigned to you, whoever came through the door was and still is to be my Slayer Her grin remained and she took a step closer towards her Watcher. "Oh, am I your Slayer, am I? Kinky.."

Its not like we have Watchers abound for every Slayer now, though ratios I hear were different a couple years ago. Makes you wonder why there was a whole bunch of old guys when there was only one girl, and now that theres more we lack in the old guy department Woah...what? "No no Mr Watcher, you have it wrong. I'm the Slayer. In every generation, a Slayer is born. That would be me. There aren't any other slayers, are there?"

She watched him take his glasses off and then clean then with a dirty old bandana. My name is Kainin Samuel Drake, you may call me Mr. Drake. Its a pleasure to meet you Mikayla She began to walk around him, trailing her finger along his body as she went. "You don't know the meaning of the word pleasure yet, but you will...with me, oh boy you will" She whispered this to him and her voice had a soft tone to it.

I wasn't born a Watcher, and it wasn't my choice in career. My father wasn't a Watcher, and neither was my mother. They couldn't tell a vamp from a human. I've done my studies, and I'm doing this for a friend. She shrugged "Okay, my parents were both human too. Got a younger sister too, doubt she's a Slayer, doesn't seem the type" She shut up and walked around to the balance beam, but then made her way over to a sofa that was sitauted over in the corner, and plomped down onto it.

She crossed one leg over the other and began to hum. I'm not going to make you do pointless tasks and tests that are traditionally done by Watchers. Waste of your time and more importantly mine. A confused expression came over her face. "Wait, what? Your not even going to train me? I want the tests and tasks. Your mean't to be a watcher. Put the effort in sonny! I don't want to be a lousy slayer, so let's go! Tests, tasks, training, bring it on!" What a change in tune she had.

Any questions? She nodded vigurously. "When does the training begin?" Mikayla stood up, the battle axe still held firmly in her grasp.

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[kaininsamueldrake]

Kainin quirked an eyebrow at most of her responses, gave a mental sigh and rubbed his temples with his index fingers before answering what questions she had. He moved over towards the window, facing it placing both hands down on the windowsill as he gazed out the glass slate into the world outside, the world which was mostly oblivious to itself. He wondered what it felt like, not knowing about Slayers, Vampires, Demons, was it really all what its cracked up to be? Tax-payer, white picket fence, 9-5 work schedules, under-age girls not strangely coming onto you?

He turned and looked back at Mikayla, he frowned disapprovingly and shook his head. If she was trying to get a reaction out of him, it was best not to play into it. If a teacher can handle a class room of teenagers, then he should be able to teach one girl without her getting out of hand.

"No no Mr Watcher, you have it wrong. I'm the Slayer. In every generation, a Slayer is born. That would be me. There aren't any other slayers, are there?"

"Not sure what rock you've been hiding under, but apparently the same rock everyone else but us is living under. There is more then one Slayer now, past events have made sure of that but we won't get into that now.

You are chosen, as so are hundreds of other girls around the globe. You're special, but you're not the only one whose special. Besides, if you were the only one I'm sure the Watcher's council would have made damn sure to have brought you in when you first received your powers." Kainin lifted his thumb to his lips and pondered as he ran the flat end of his nail across it, pondering how many other girls are under the impression they really are the only one.

"You don't know the meaning of the word pleasure yet, but you will...with me, oh boy you will."

Kainin shook his head once again.

"Listen, I'm forty-six and your Watcher. Don't care if you're of age or not, its a no-go, so don't."

When he told her he wasn't going to do any traditional Watcher/Slayer training he was surprised at her reaction, like she was a totally different girl then the one who walked in. He eyed her as she stood up from the sofa, eager to start training. He smiled, though he wasn't going to change his mind about some of the practices the previous Watcher Council had, some of them were barbaric, wasn't even sure Rupert was in agreement with them either. But if she wanted them, then she'd get them.

"Listen, when I said I wasn't going to do any traditional training doesn't mean I wasn't going to do any at all. There are just some pointless tasks that the Watcher council set up that really benefits their curiosity rather then tests a Slayers skills.

That in mind, just because I'm not doing some of them means that what I have in mind will be any easier on you. I'll whip--" He stopped mid-sentence and looked at his new Slayer, already sharing several sentences with her he already knows finishing that sentence would be asking for more.

"--What I mean is, I plan on shaping any Slayer under my watch into a Slayer noteworthy of history books to come. I mean, like you said, gotta put a little effort into it eh? Figure if I have the gig, might as well go all out." He folded his hands once again neatly in front of him, when she asked when the training began he smiled.

"Right away if need be, but maybe tell more about yourself and how you work best, might be a good way for me to grasp on what kind of training we would require to do and how we'd go about it."