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barrayar2020-07-25 10:43 am
paternally) wrote in barrayar2020-07-25 10:43 am
happily ever after
It's almost a relief to finally run into vampires.
Giles never imagined himself in the post-apocalyptic world stalking teenage girls, but he probably should've. He's at a loss to figure out what else he should be doing with himself. There's more call for a Slayer than there has been in centuries, protecting unsuspecting people from predators taking advantage of the chaos, and there's so few left that have the institutional and historical knowledge Giles has inherited on the subject. It's not as if anyone can afford to lug around collections of books to reference, and in the absence of real occult reference libraries, Giles is what remains. He's probably forgotten more about demons than the average remaining person could ever hope to find these days even while deliberately scavenging for it.
In light of that, after some years of pure shock and survival after the outbreak happened, Giles has returned to his duties as a Watcher. It's been a long time since he's run across sometime so transparently a Slayer. Even now, she looks completely frozen for only a few moments, and then starts fighting back with a viciousness that Giles mentally applauds.
There's a small pack of them jeering, thinking this will be easy prey, faces transformed into their true snarled and toothy appearance.
Giles steps out and immediately fires a crossbow bolt unerringly into one's chest, and it bursts into a pile of dust just as it was about to lunge at Ellie. "Wood to the heart," he calls out, tossing a hand-whittled stake in her direction and trusting she'd catch it before fumbling out another bolt.
Giles never imagined himself in the post-apocalyptic world stalking teenage girls, but he probably should've. He's at a loss to figure out what else he should be doing with himself. There's more call for a Slayer than there has been in centuries, protecting unsuspecting people from predators taking advantage of the chaos, and there's so few left that have the institutional and historical knowledge Giles has inherited on the subject. It's not as if anyone can afford to lug around collections of books to reference, and in the absence of real occult reference libraries, Giles is what remains. He's probably forgotten more about demons than the average remaining person could ever hope to find these days even while deliberately scavenging for it.
In light of that, after some years of pure shock and survival after the outbreak happened, Giles has returned to his duties as a Watcher. It's been a long time since he's run across sometime so transparently a Slayer. Even now, she looks completely frozen for only a few moments, and then starts fighting back with a viciousness that Giles mentally applauds.
There's a small pack of them jeering, thinking this will be easy prey, faces transformed into their true snarled and toothy appearance.
Giles steps out and immediately fires a crossbow bolt unerringly into one's chest, and it bursts into a pile of dust just as it was about to lunge at Ellie. "Wood to the heart," he calls out, tossing a hand-whittled stake in her direction and trusting she'd catch it before fumbling out another bolt.