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[cross_and_bow]

Bella looks up Tony Stark. (There's no reason not to.)

...Okay. He looks familiar. And his death those several months ago was really very suspicious, and she doesn't think anyone has been doing her morgue trick in New York City. And his more reclusive identical twin's body was never found at all. (If there was an identical twin, and not just Tony Stark theatrically pretending to be two people with mirrors or holograms or Photoshop and cooperative witnesses giving insistent interviews and then suddenly being dead and no longer able to pretend. There was, after all no sign of a twin before a sudden debut when he - they - was or were fifteen, and... "Sherlock Holmes", really? There's not even a hint of a twin in Tony's birth announcement, which she checks because that's the obvious thing to check.)

Come to think of it, Mr. Does Not Stick To Flypaper never introduced himself.

She supposes that his cute laser trick didn't work that well, if he got got. (But she saw it burn him. It's a clever weapon, should take almost no skill to wield a continuous beam - what kind of onslaught could have gotten around that?)

Nothing about her routine changes in response to this information.

Until several days later when she's crossing another neighborhood (seventeen to go) and - he just keeps popping up, doesn't he?

Comments

[cross_and_bow]

"Can you teach me not to, or are you sufficiently exceptional that if I'm letting you teach me anything I'm already covered?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Teach you not to telegraph to me? I doubt it most sincerely," he says. "Teach you not to telegraph to other people? Likelier."

[cross_and_bow]

"Am I that bad?" she sighs. "I do usually hit. Not always the heart on the first try, but I do usually hit."

[eversomuchfun]

"You're not bad," he says. "You're still a Slayer. But a Slayer without formal training, which is certainly not optimal, and merciful heavens I have just convinced myself to be your Watcher. What a night."

[cross_and_bow]

"Is that what Watchers are supposed to do?" Bella asks, strolling down the sidewalk. "Teach Slayers not to telegraph their shots? Because it sounds to me like their job is... watching. But perhaps that's an artifact from another time."

[eversomuchfun]

"The history of Slayers in brief, from what I have gathered since the subject became of interest to me: Back in the mists of time, some group of beleaguered humans decides to invest supernatural abilities into a champion who will defend them against the forces of darkness. For inscrutable reasons, they pick a teenage girl and design her portfolio of handy talents so that it will pass to some other teenage girl when she is inevitably killed in the line of duty. Then they train her up and send her out. The succession of teenage girls thusly empowered becomes a global phenomenon: Slayers. The Watcher's Council springs up at some indefinite point and makes it their business to track down a new Slayer wherever she might appear and assign a crusty old fellow to stick by her side, train her in the various arts of combat, and point her at evil things that ought to die. Why they call themselves Watchers, I haven't a fragment of a clue."

[cross_and_bow]

"I am sincerely uncertain if I wish I had one of those or not," muses Bella. "I don't suppose they'd give me a selection of crusty old fellows to ensure no personality conflicts."

[eversomuchfun]

"I am sure we can arrange to circulate rumours of your presence," he says. "They will pounce on you like starving dogs. I don't recommend it."

[cross_and_bow]

"The pouncing does sound unpleasant," she agrees. "Are they very disconcerted by my failure to appear on whatever manner of radar they have set up?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Headless chickens," he says. "I stumbled on one in my quest to find a Slayer, which I have since abandoned, largely because they could not find her either. Lucky me."

[cross_and_bow]

"Very lucky. It's pure Hell-Orifice coincidence that you encountered me here, is it?"

[eversomuchfun]

"The Hell-Orifice," he snorts, "is in addition to attracting me on its own merits, famed for drawing in supernatural persons and phenomena of every kind. I am less surprised to run into you here than I would have been in, oh, New York."

[cross_and_bow]

"In spite of the relative populations?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes. If I ran into you in New York I would have to wonder why New York as opposed to any other largish city. In Sunnydale, I have a good guess."

[cross_and_bow]

"And yet the Watchers haven't swarmed here and interrogated the high school," laughs Bella. "Why haven't they thought of it, if it's such an obvious place?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Because they are idiots?" he suggests.

[cross_and_bow]

"It begins to seem increasingly likely, but still, I wonder if I should move?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Take your father with you," he suggests, "if you do. The police death statistics in this town must be appalling."

[cross_and_bow]

"They're pretty bad, but I don't think I can get him to leave," Bella says unhappily.

[eversomuchfun]

"Then stay. And if the Watchers stick their crusty noses into your business, I am sure it will be fascinating to, hah, watch."

[cross_and_bow]

"Do they have any... resources? That I should watch out for? I imagine if they expect to control superpowered teenagers they have something other than crust on their side, don't they?"

[eversomuchfun]

"I believe they prefer to rely on crust," he says. "But it seems likely that they have a few other things on their side. Regrettably, I don't know what. I could find out, but it might take a trip to England to ransack their crusty headquarters."

[cross_and_bow]

"Speaking of controlling superpowered teenagers, do you have an idea of what they'd be likely to want me to do?" (Scratch. Bury. Stuff. Paint, paint.) "Besides train in various forms of combat and kill evil entities. ...How do they find evil entities? If they're just ordinary humans..."

[eversomuchfun]

"Magic, research, guesswork, luck," he says. "In increasing order of frequency."

[cross_and_bow]

"Do you know any magic? I haven't made much headway with what the library has to offer, and it's slightly harder to tell the difference between fiction and the real stuff than it is with the demonological texts and the histories. Apparently witches care more about making their spells interesting pleasure reading than demonologists and historians; once I read halfway through a thing before I noticed it was published by Puffin."