Yeah, yeah, so technically this wasn't her job yet (and might never be, but shut up), but one of Kennedy's two classes this week had been cancelled and she had some extra energy to work off. Besides, who was going to stop her
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It was like routine: Buffy got to Fandom, Buffy patrolled Fandom. Hey, no one said there had to be much to the routine, and anyway she never expected to find anything to kill, so here we were.
And here was someone else. In the graveyard. And it wasn't Mel. Huh.
"Nice night for some time in the cemetery," Buffy greeted her.
"Uh huh. Imagine how high you would have jumped if the dead had risen," she said, patting a tombstone. Well, she thought it was a joke. "Shame I don't have my camera."
"The lighting here's not that good," Kennedy retorted, her left eyebrow twitching upward in the preliminary sign of going into bitchface mode. "I wasn't expecting anybody else alive to show up here. I hear that's not such a great idea."
When you make yourself look stupid all else fails, try to talk tough. Yeah. That was gonna work real well.
"Yeah, there's no action here," Buffy told her. "Or, there hasn't been that I've seen. But it's a great place to get homework done without interruption."
Buffy sighed the sigh of someone who craved a night off... and then promptly wet back on patrol when she got one. "Little bit. Hi. Buffy Summers. I slay things."
And somewhere in New York, Constance was beating her head into a wall, most likely. She hadn't let Kennedy pester the Slayer's name out of her, but Rose had mentioned it.
"Buffy. Wait. You're the Slayer?" Kennedy probably had no business sounding that skeptical when she was the shorter one. "No freaking way."
"Well it's good to see everyone still knows me," Buffy said with a touch of dryness. "And yeah, I slay those, but usually I find them wandering around town. Maybe I should have put bells on the tombstones. Like an early warning system."
"Heard of you. Sort of. So far I haven't run into any of them, though." It was still kind of a letdown. Kennedy snorted and stuck a hand into her jacket pocket, coming up with a handful of jingle bells. "Place seems to be equipped for that sort of thing today. Crazy-ass island."
"It's like psycho holiday cheer around here this week. Name's Kennedy." She shifted the strap of her crossbow on her shoulder. "New kid here, but you probably got that part. Does anything ever happen in here?"
Yes, she was whining a little bit. She was good at that.
"When you least expect it," Buffy assured her. "Like when you're just going about your business and wham! Zombies all over. Keeps things unpredictable."
"Everyone keeps telling me that." Yes, still kind of grumblyface here. "But I've been here four months and all we've gotten attacked by so far was giant vegetables. Figures I'd miss the zombies."
And here was someone else. In the graveyard. And it wasn't Mel. Huh.
"Nice night for some time in the cemetery," Buffy greeted her.
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"Oh. Yeah," she said slowly once that whole breathing thing had kicked in again. "The, uh, the view's great from here."
At night. In the dark. You know. Totally great view.
This was so going to come back to bite her in the ass in a few years.
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When you make yourself look stupid all else fails, try to talk tough. Yeah. That was gonna work real well.
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She'd done some in the past, really!
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Never got weird admitting that upfront like that.
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And somewhere in New York, Constance was beating her head into a wall, most likely. She hadn't let Kennedy pester the Slayer's name out of her, but Rose had mentioned it.
"Buffy. Wait. You're the Slayer?" Kennedy probably had no business sounding that skeptical when she was the shorter one. "No freaking way."
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But it didn't involve making out with Spike, so she'd take it.
"Who're you, by the way?"
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Yes, she was whining a little bit. She was good at that.
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