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birthright_rpgJulianna had sent her letter to Edmund special post so he could respond as soon as possible, and he'd actually called her right away when he'd gotten the information she'd asked for. She'd added the relevant details to her personal notes out of habit. Even if no one else could read her writing, she knew what she'd written.
The fact that she had Valerie's daily schedule meant she'd had the option of meeting her after one of her classes. She could have even arranged for the girl to speak to her in her office. But she hadn't wanted to make it seem like an order or a command. To arrange an accident might have made the Slayer suspect her motives. When she didn't even know what her motives might be, it was best to leave things to chance.
The Watcher was currently seated at a table by herself in the student union, half of her attention on the daily paper. Emotionally, she felt as shaky and coltish as she had the day she first went away to university. Hope intermingled with terror as she finished one page of the newspaper and started on another. She didn't know if she was prepared for this. What if the girl wasn't interested in what she had to say?
Then again, this was a chance to correct what she still saw as her error. To fix her mistakes. If Valerie didn't respond positively, she would have at least made the effort. That was all she could truly do.
The fact that she had Valerie's daily schedule meant she'd had the option of meeting her after one of her classes. She could have even arranged for the girl to speak to her in her office. But she hadn't wanted to make it seem like an order or a command. To arrange an accident might have made the Slayer suspect her motives. When she didn't even know what her motives might be, it was best to leave things to chance.
The Watcher was currently seated at a table by herself in the student union, half of her attention on the daily paper. Emotionally, she felt as shaky and coltish as she had the day she first went away to university. Hope intermingled with terror as she finished one page of the newspaper and started on another. She didn't know if she was prepared for this. What if the girl wasn't interested in what she had to say?
Then again, this was a chance to correct what she still saw as her error. To fix her mistakes. If Valerie didn't respond positively, she would have at least made the effort. That was all she could truly do.
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on 2013-11-08 05:42 am (UTC)Julianna took a drink of water. The knot in her stomach had tightened again. That was better than a lump in her throat, though. She pushed out a breath.
"I'd been in the field for a long time, but I'd never assisted in training an active Slayer. I'd never felt more honored. To be chosen in that way, it meant everything to me."
She paused, looked at Valerie's youthful face. "The aftermath was terrible. Every Watcher knows that casualties happen, that girls die in combat, but I took it exceptionally hard. It's why I still grieve." Another pause.
"When Allison died, another girl was immediately called. That's the way the powers are bestowed. I was taken off the roster for training because of my emotional state, which means I never found out who she was. But I've been doing some reflecting on that time, and it made me inquire."
Julianna lifted her hand as if to call a halt to any protest. "It's nothing to be concerned about. I asked a trusted friend, someone I've known for a long time. It seems, Ms. Vause, as if you're the one who took Allison's place."