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Van Helsing and Beowulf come down the stairs. Van Helsing has a bag full of weapons that hits the table with a loud 'clank'.

Is he going somewhere? Planning a raid? Or just cleaning his weapons?

Find out.

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"I see, they didn't mention that part. Well, we are a private group."

Giles then said, "A Watcher is guide and mentor to the Slayer. We inform her, we train her, and make certain she has all of the resources necessary to do her duty." A glossed over, idealistic definition of the position, but it sufficed.

Not quite idealistic enough.

He snorts.

"Sounds like the Order." Was that disdain in his voice?

Giles noted that disdain, and returned it with some of his own, "I take this Order of yours probably has its share of backward minded pillocks like some of the Council members?" The disdain was tempered some since the Council was now no more, and it is ill to speak of the dead.

"More than it's share."

Though it's nice to know that this group of Watchers isn't all 'backward minded' or he might've had to alter his opinion of Giles before he'd even spoken with him much. Fortunately, that's not the case. He's rather tired of making enemies.

Giles nodded knowingly, "Yes, I have found that they do not adapt well to non-traditional concepts. I was once fired for my differing viewpoint."

And there's a Ripperish glint as he almost smirked, "Only to have them re-hire me because they needed my Slayer to help them."

"I feel I have the same problem. They don't like the way I handle my... assignments, but they can't get rid of me without risking their own hides."

"Yes, they were good at hiding when they had to. Luckily, that was primarily the Council, most Watchers were more rational and open-minded."

Until the First's minions hunted them down, and slaughtered them. A pensive look briefly touched upon Giles's features as he remembered.

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