Delilah Zamora (electricdelilah) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-16 14:40:00 |
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Recruitment
Who: Delilah and Ash
Where: Delilah's Home
When: Last Thursday Evening, Nov. 12
Delilah actually hadn't been out in a few days. She had called around, found Sin a substitute Watcher (if such a thing could really work), telling everyone that she was sick. She wasn't sick, though. Not physically, anyway. She just didn't want to come out. If there was a Council to go back to, she would do it in a heart beat right now. She could barely stand to see Jeremy right now. She had bared her heart to him, and he had shot her down. So, she felt no real need to go outside right now. She was actually sitting in front of her television right now, not really watching it. It was something to stare at, for right now.
There was a knock at her door just then, and if one wanted to be melodramatic, they could say it was destiny knocking. Or, if they wanted to be literal, it was Ash. The young watcher, who was letting his hair slowly go back to it's natural brown shade, was standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, hoping for the sake of his reason for being here that Delilah wasn't holding a grudge. After all... she seemed to know what he was going to do to her last time, and seemed to understand...
The Delilah that answered the door was a little more tired and a little more haggard than the one that had answered before. "What can I do for you, Ash?" she asked, moving out of the way so that he could come in.
"Actually... I wanted to apologize AND try to help you. I know you've been... off lately, and I think I can help." His face betrayed him, showing how obviously concerned he was after seeing her.
"Off?" She laughed. "That's a nice way of putting it. Apparently I got a little of you inside of me or something," she told him. "How can you help?"
"Let's be honest, Delilah. That part of it didn't change you. It merely brought some of your more... base feelings and instincts to the surface. And I want to help you channel those." He grinned then, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Also? The little I could do with your abilities taught me something: with practice? YOU could do things with them you've likely never dreamed of."
She fingered a necklace that she was wearing around her neck. "You're right," she told him. "It did make me more...forward, to put it lightly." She smirked a little herself thinking back to dancing with Ben that night. "And what, would YOU be my teacher?"
"Let's be a little more respectful to your age and experience, and just say I'd show you what I know." He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Also... I may know a way for you to get rid of some of this new found... aggression. By joining a new group Mr. Giles is forming."
"Alright, fine," she agreed. She knew things about her powers, but it wouldn't hurt to pick up a few more tricks, would it? "And what sort of group?"
"Essentially, think of this as a watchers' version of the Navy SEALS. A group that goes in to do the 'dirty work' that the Council might not want the girls to have to handle." He explained, steepling his fingers as he spoke.
"You're not helping with the 'I'm not evil' campaign with those hand motions you do," Delilah pointed out. "And these girls are willing to kill demons and vampires to keep the streets safe. What's darker than that?"
"What about humans? Look at Wolfram & Hart? Mostly humans... but do they deserve killing any less than demons? No... But that doesn't mean we want the girls to have to do it," he ignored the 'evil' comment and went on. "And there are going to be things that even mere slayers can't handle. Things that will take people with powers like ours."
"Point made," Delilah said after the tirade on Wolfram & Hart. "So, what makes you think that someone like me is good for this?" she asked him. "Sure, I'm electro-woman. Why me, though?"
"Because you're tough, and I think you're at the point where you understand that sometimes..." He gave a deep sigh there, "we have to do things we don't necessarily like to protect the ones we love."
She sighed. "Fine," she said. "Might as well try to do some good. How does this work, exactly?" If she had to wear a costume, she might very well change her mind on this.
"No, no costume. A mask at least though. Mostly to protect your loved ones." He had the urge to fuck with her, tell her she'd be in bright red spandex, but fought it back.
She couldn't help but be relieved to hear that, well, she wouldn't have to wear blue and yellow spandex or anything ridiculous like that. "Not sure if I have any loved ones at this point." Probably what made her perfect for this sort of work.
"Trust me, Delilah." Ash tried to be as comforting as possible here, sensing a kindred spirit in a sense. "If a strange, moody guy like me can find happiness... a beautiful, dignified lady like yourself sure as hell can."
She appreciated what he was saying. If she were in a better place mentally, she might even believe it. "Not sure I believe you, but thanks anyway," she offered. "From what I understand, you've gotten to date some of the prettiest girls this city has to offer. The last time I went on a date was before people really started caring about Y2K."
"You know? Between Meredith, Buffy, and Lucy? I'd... REALLY have to agree with you on that." He burst out laughing, having never really considered how lucky with that he'd been. He kept his comments about how a woman that looked like her couldn't manage to stay single TOO much longer to himself though, not wanting to sound flirty when he was trying so hard to be professional.
"Typically, being a Watcher tends to destroy your dating life," she pointed out. "Only seems to have helped yours, if anything." Not that he had done too badly before, from her understanding. "I think it stopped being a priority for me a long time ago." It used to be known that becoming a Watcher meant, more often than not, that you ended up never getting married and died alone, except for those who's potentials never become Slayers. Oh, that happened a lot more than the old Council liked to admit. Didn't matter now, anyway.
"You know... I fully admit it has more to do with my pre-watcher life than anything." He admitted with a blush. "Girls seems to like athletes and dark moody guys. I've been both, so..."
She actually smiled at him. "Well, that's not not true," she pointed out to him. "At least one of us has luck in that area," she said, sitting down and relaxing into her sofa. "Do you want anything to drink while you're here?"
"Just some water, thanks." He sort of wished he was the cool-type, to sit there looking all broody with a glass of scotch... but Ash just wasn't a drinker. Not after what he saw that shit do to his father. "But back to your powers... I could be wrong, but I think you have potential to even control lightning on such a level that you could form solid weapons with it."
She got up and went to the kitchen. She came back a few moments later with a glass of water and handed it to him. "I've been pulling it from electric sockets lately, if that means anything. Never did that before." Honestly, she could barely touch a lamp half the time without something happening. "I use to be able to control this better."
"That could be good though. You can re-learn control. But gaining intensity of the powers... That's a good thing." He sighed, looking ground ward. "And... I really AM sorry for what I had to do to you. If it helps? Your powers saved everyone."
"I know that," Delilah said to him. "It helps when I can focus, anyway." Which wasn't as much as she would like. Her focus was just shot lately.
"The main thing to remember is that we're all here for you. We'll help you any way we can to get that control back." He reached over and placed a hand over one of hers comfortingly.
"I'll try to keep that in mind," Delilah said to him after sitting in silence for a moment.