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Aug. 25th, 2025 10:30 pm
brat_intraining: (Um. Oops?)
Hey! Kennedy here. You know what to do, right? Leave your message and the digits and I'll get back to you, although guys? Don't hold your breath, 'kay?

Yeah.

Later!

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Voicemail

Aug. 25th, 2025 10:30 pm
brat_intraining: (Um. Oops?)
Hey! Kennedy here. You know what to do, right? Leave your message and the digits and I'll get back to you, although guys? Don't hold your breath, 'kay?

Yeah.

Later!

***

In creating this journal, the author has assumed the identity of a fictional person for use in the role-playing game [livejournal.com profile] fandomhigh, for the sole purpose of entertainment, without intending to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud either the person who created the fictional person, or any reader of this content. The author does not purport to be the creator of the fictional person, or to be affiliated with the creator, or with any person or entity with an interest in the fictional person. The author does not claim to be the person who is being used as the graphical representation of that fictional person, nor intend to obtain a benefit or to injure or defraud that person by use of their image.
brat_intraining: (Thoughtful (Chosen))
Comments, critique, and general feedback on any of my RP characters can go here. Comments are screened, anonymous commenting is on.

Characters as follows:
[livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining - Kennedy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (precanon, mid-S5)
[livejournal.com profile] weetuskenraider - Tahiri Veila, Star Wars Expanded Universe (NJO Era)
[livejournal.com profile] ancientbschamp - Gabrielle, Xena: Warrior Princess (mid-S2)
[livejournal.com profile] batwaffles - Stephanie Brown (Robin IV), DC Comics
[livejournal.com profile] laceycantlie - Lacey Burrows, Corner Gas (mid-S2)
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[livejournal.com profile] thismaskiwear - Katina Choovanski (Katchoo), Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise (mid-volume 2, heavily modified)
[livejournal.com profile] time_flyer_5 - Jennifer Scotts, Power Rangers Time Force (post-canon)
[livejournal.com profile] cantgetnorelief - Samuel T. Anders, Battlestar Galactica (2003) (pre-canon)
brat_intraining: (Thoughtful (Chosen))
Comments, critique, and general feedback on any of my RP characters can go here. Comments are screened, anonymous commenting is on.

Characters as follows:
[livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining - Kennedy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (precanon, mid-S5)
[livejournal.com profile] weetuskenraider - Tahiri Veila, Star Wars Expanded Universe (NJO Era)
[livejournal.com profile] ancientbschamp - Gabrielle, Xena: Warrior Princess (mid-S2)
[livejournal.com profile] batwaffles - Stephanie Brown (Robin IV), DC Comics
[livejournal.com profile] laceycantlie - Lacey Burrows, Corner Gas (mid-S2)
***
[livejournal.com profile] thismaskiwear - Katina Choovanski (Katchoo), Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise (mid-volume 2, heavily modified)
[livejournal.com profile] time_flyer_5 - Jennifer Scotts, Power Rangers Time Force (post-canon)
[livejournal.com profile] cantgetnorelief - Samuel T. Anders, Battlestar Galactica (2003) (pre-canon)
brat_intraining: (Holy Crap (Willow's Holding a Gun on Me))
So, her portal ended up delayed (someone was going to get yelled at for this later, and she might even drop in a lawsuit threat this time) but at least it let her out in the right place, and so here Kennedy was. Still holding out a faint hope that she'd actually felt drawn here because things had worked out differently in another timeline, and that was what she was going to find out, but one way or another she had to know. Knowing would be some kind of relief, even if it was a messed up one.

She vaguely remembered something like this happening before when she was a student here, at what was a contender for the weirdest high school that wasn't on a Hellmouth. It didn't affect her at the time, though, and she hadn't given it much thought. But now, that was what, almost six years ago for her with timeline funkiness? Six years of occasionally terrifying, sometimes just fucking weird and random tangos with the supernatural? Long enough now to make things blur together a little bit. The complete roll call of everyone who went to Bon Temps with Sookie (no, not that time, the other one, no, the other other one), whether Umbridge's alternate-universe reign of terror had been before or after she graduated, all that.

Anyway, yeah, Kennedy might be kind of iffy on the actual order of events in her high school highlight reel, but some things were harder to forget -- like the weekly Reserves routine that had finally, finally taken her excess energy and her pent-up eagerness to get into it and kick evil's ass and channeled them into something useful. And then hanging out to watch the magic and support types every week? Even if she'd mostly been there to watch Tara do her thing, go figure, it turned out to teach her some useful life skills in the end after all. She was thinking about that as she crossed the causeway and headed into town, one side of her mouth quirked into a faint but thoughtful smile -- close enough to her old habitual cocky smirk, but softened just enough to make her look more mature. Which would probably have a really freaky effect on people who'd known her back then.

With that on her mind, it didn't surprise her that she ended up going into the preserve, and she almost didn't have to try at all to make her way to the old spot where the Magic and Support Reserves used to meet up the most.

She and Tara had met at one of those meetings. She might be fuzzy on details of a lot of memories now, but there was no way she could forget that.

("W-what do you think of this?"

"It's all still pretty unreal to me.")


Hey, was that the same tree she always used to lean up against while she watched during meetings? It looked like it, with that one funky branch sticking out right there, and it might be the wrong time of day for it but when she leaned up against the tree with her arms crossed it even felt familiar. If this had to go the way she suspected it would then maybe... at least she picked a fitting place.

Tara didn't really want to think about how she was back. )

[[preplayed with the still-awesome [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, who aids and abets my terribleness. coded with thanks to ana's happy preplay coder. also, "empire of our state" is absolutely my soundtrack for this post. because i love pain.]]
brat_intraining: (Worried)
For someone who used to harbor a healthy dose of skepticism about all things mystical, Kennedy took vivid and probably significant dreams, on a fairly regular basis even, pretty much in stride. It was either that or go out of her mind, because shared Slayer dreams were super fun when there were (at last count) about fifteen hundred of them in the network, as it were.

This, however, for the third night in a row… was not one of those dreams. )

[[eeeeeeeeeeeeeestablishy.]]
brat_intraining: (Thoughtful)
For being officially based in São Paulo, Kennedy somehow managed to find a way to justify spending a lot of time in Rio. (Or Willow found a reason, because they were both pretty incorrigible when they felt like it. They were sometimes a terrible influence on each other.) Sure, sometimes they actually had legitimate reasons, like actual Slayer-type business, or sometimes they just decided they deserved a couple of days off. Besides, Kennedy's family had a penthouse there, and it would be a shame for that to go unused, right?

To be fair, these days they could afford to take a few days off. Which was what they were doing now-- or would be, except Kennedy couldn't keep her mind off work. Great, she was turning into her dad, just with slime and occasional viscera and granulated ex-vampire all over everything.

Willow was still asleep, so Kennedy took a couple of pastries, a cup of coffee, and her laptop out to the balcony so she could work in the early autumn sunlight. For certain values of 'work' that at this point mainly meant picking absently at her apple crumb cake while she filtered through a folder of archived emails and several tabs' worth of various search terms.

She had a list now, a good several dozen names long, of girls they'd tracked down over the last couple of years who had no interest in using their new powers to do the Slayer thing. They'd come to expect that by now; it wasn't like anyone had gotten a vote in the whole thing unless they'd been part of the group in Sunnydale that day. (Kennedy sometimes got into fights with Buffy over this, but her arguments lost weight whenever someone pointed out that she'd been the first one to put her hand up.) It was just that they seemed to deal with these things on a case-by-case basis, and as far as Kennedy was concerned one mess with a newbie Slayer going rogue and using her abilities for mayhem had been more than enough.

The way she saw it, it wasn't that these girls didn't want the super-strength and the rest of the package; none of the ones she'd talked to had objected to that yet. They just weren't so much cool with the demon-fighting and end-of-the-world-stopping, so... what to do with them? That was the question.

She had a couple of ideas; she just needed to get those worked out.

[[so the comics did a thing i actually really like and i'm appropriating it. can be open for calls/emails/texts, though i'm still going to be super flaky today so sp like whoa.]]
brat_intraining: (Smirky With a Cherry (Dirty?  Probably.))
Classes were done for the semester, and her cadre of junior Slayers was off on some group bonding trip with several of the other international squads. (Andrew's idea, apparently, and before anyone could talk him out of it several of the girls had found out, and then it all just snowballed enthusiastically into a foregone conclusion.) Plus, end of May and no apocalypse, which was a little weird but all of the good.

That warranted vacation time as far as Kennedy and Willow were concerned, so they'd packed up and headed out for a two-week trip to Kennedy's family's house in Rio. Because of course Kennedy's family had a house in Rio, complete with its own private beach.

...never mind that it was almost winter in Brazil. They were from the United States, the school year was over, it was still summer vacation as far as they were concerned. It made working on her tan a little challenging, but late fall be damned, Kennedy was in a swimsuit, sprawled out on a towel in the sand anyway. Willow, up on the porch surrounded by a stack of books, had made a bet with her that she wasn't going to last more than an hour before she got too cold and gave up.

Which, clearly, meant that Kennedy was going to try and stick this out as long as possible. Clearly.

[[open for calls and stuff, woo. who let may be over already? i didn't sign off on this.]]
brat_intraining: (Lip-Bitey Sheepish)
Kennedy didn't have any Monday classes this semester, which was never a thing she'd complain about, but today that had bonus benefits-- mostly because it made things slightly less hectic when she got last-minute notice that she'd have a friend coming in for a visit, Wesley. Only slightly less hectic, though. She was used to Willow's freakouts by now, and had expected one due to the near-surprise factor here, but either she wasn't in the loop about something or she'd just misjudged-- she was leaning toward the latter-- because she honestly hadn't expected her girlfriend to get quite as weird and flaily about this as she did.

So it had been a little awkward when he'd showed up, but now that Willow had headed off to class Kennedy and Wesley had been left to their own devices.

"It's a little slow on the demony front this week," she was saying apologetically, sprawled out in an armchair while she scrolled through emails on her phone, "but if you really need to get your nerd on at some point I'm pretty sure we can come up with something."

[[for that former watcher guy!]]
brat_intraining: (Innocent in Bed Really)
Between nightly patrolling, tracking down new Slayers, and carrying a full course load there wasn't a whole lot of time left in the schedule to squeeze in some shut-eye during the semester, so Kennedy had learned to value sleeping in on the days when she could. On vacation, for example, except the slight problem with this was how they lived in another country now and there was a whole thing about how people might want to see them.

Not that this mattered to the lump currently snoring under the blankets in Kennedy's bedroom suite, but it would in about a second when Willow started to tug said blankets away. "Kennedy, wake up."

"Mmmph," Kennedy protested, frowning at the sudden absence of warm covers. "Don't wanna. Sleep good."

Willow sighed and gave the covers another tug. "It's afternoon, Ken," she persisted, "and your family might want to do something wacky like, oh, actually see you before we have to leave?"

Kennedy finally cracked one eye open and peered up at her. "One more hour," she wheedled, throwing in an adorable puppy-eyed pout for good measure.

Fact: resolve-face beats please-see-I'm-cute-face like paper beats rock. "What if the world decides to try and end in the next hour?" Willow asked, apparently trying to appeal to Kennedy's Slayerly sense of duty.

"Pssht, it's totally the wrong time of year for that, duh," Kennedy grumbled, but at least she'd opened both eyes. Progress!

"Fine. If you don't get up and make it snappy, I'm letting your sister, who by the way got into the Christmas candy, come in and jump on the bed... if I don't get lost trying to find her, but let's just assume I won't."

...and oh, look, Kennedy was not only up, she was digging up clothes and heading for the bathroom. "Not fair. So not fair."

[[yeah, i dunno, i really just wanted to make a stupid apocalypse joke. it took way too much effort.
brat_intraining: (Smug Smile - My Girl Rocks (First Date))
So that was a thing that had happened. And yeah, it was time to get back to her world now, but Kennedy had one imperative thing to do before then.

In which Kennedy absolutely cannot resist teasing Tara about the interesting night she had. )

[[preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] life_inshadow, follows up after this. nfi/nfb, ooc-okay, you know how it goes.]]
brat_intraining: (Lip-Bitey Sheepish (Bring on the Night))
"Where are you going?"

Kennedy stopped with her hand on the doorknob and tapped the stake sticking out of her pocket as she raised her eyebrows at Willow. "On patrol?" Massive tones of duh in that reply, if in an indulgent kind of way.

"On Halloween?" Willow, sitting on the couch surrounded by books that looked like a mixture of homework and magical texts, was totally looking at her like she'd just said she was going to renounce her entire life and join a convent.

"Yeah?" Kennedy blinked at her. "What's the big?"

Not much, as it turns out... )

[[this is what happens when i google "halloween around the world," and i haven't had enough sleep. open for calls/whatever, why not?]]
brat_intraining: (Wary (Potential))
Of all the ways Fandom wackiness could have followed Kennedy to South America, she supposed it could have been worse. It had still not exactly been a boatload of fun to have her precious Saturday morning sleep interrupted by a panther jumping on the bed. The ensuing confusion-- look, Kennedy and Willow had been mostly asleep still. Was it really going to go smoothly when a panther appeared (seemingly) out of nowhere, leaped onto the bed, and introduced itself to a Slayer and a witch as a daemon?

Luckily Caedmon (which was his name, as it turned out) wasn't holding it against them; he'd taken it pretty much in stride, actually. He blended in nicely on patrol, too, which was a plus even if it was really weird to... you know, have a panther following her around the cemeteries of São Paulo.

Both of them were brushing bits of dusted vamp off of clothes or fur when they slowed to a halt near a stone bench beneath a lamppost. "Looks like a good place," Caedmon said after sniffing the air, and flopped into the grass.

Kennedy sat down cross-legged, her stake beside her, and sighed as she pulled out her Portuguese textbook. "My thoughts exactly. Big whoop, right?"

Caedmon yawned exaggeratedly, which Kennedy was going to take as an answer. "You do want to pass that test tomorrow, don't you?'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just let me know if you sniff out any more vamps." She knew this wacky situation wasn't going to last, but why not take advantage of it while she could?

[[an obvious pun is literally the extent of my creativity this weekend. it's sad, really.]]
brat_intraining: (Researchy (Dirty Girls))
Okay, there wasn't any real reason for Kennedy to have office hours today, with the summer term being over and her not teaching in the fall. So technically that wasn't what she was doing here.

She just had a few last things to pack up and take home, that was all: a couple of posters, her goofy teacher mug, some random papers and a book she'd forgotten to return to Giles weeks ago. Oops. (Well, there was the dartboard, but she decided to leave that for whoever got the office next. They might need it.) Ask her now and she'd still tell you that she couldn't wait to head for Brazil, because that was true. But now that there were less than 24 hours until they got on a plane, the whole leaving part seemed tougher. This was going to be worth it, she knew that, but it was going to be really hectic at first, so why not enjoy a few last hours of downtime while she could?

There wasn't even enough stuff left in Kennedy's office to justify a box, since it'd all fit in her backpack. She was just... taking her time about it.

[[door/post open, huzzah.]]
brat_intraining: (Smiling With a STRAW (The Killer In Me))
Kennedy was supposed to be home in New York tonight, helping with the last few days of moving preparations. In fact, that was what she'd been doing, but apparently all her well-meaning offers of assistance were really just wreaking havoc on Willow's carefully constructed System. So, she'd been persuaded (like that was hard) to go out and patrol, or hang out with her friends, or do anything at all that wasn't helping, please. She was cool with that, but that sort of left the question of what to do with herself: now that their departure date was looming she was more nervous about the whole thing than she'd realized, plus trying to stave off melancholy about leaving Fandom again. She needed to stay busy somehow.

What convenient timing, then, when she got a call from Raven asking for suggestions about a way to cheer Karla up, or distract her, or something like that. Simultaneously constructive and fun thing to get take-charge-y about? Sign her up, especially if she could turn it into an impromptu end-of-summer, totally-not-saying-goodbye thing.

A few phone calls and some credit-card flexing had scored the private lounge complete with its own private open bar in which she was now relaxing, helping herself to occasional hor d'oeuvres while she waited for her friends to show up.

Not bad work for the last minute. What, did you think Kennedy wasn't gonna make a huge production just for a girls' night out? Please.

[[for the girls' night out (and the token guys, hey) cohorts! up early for great sp justice, and nfb for distance, of course.]]
brat_intraining: (Um. Oops? (Empty Places))
Her favorite pair of boots had taken a vicious slash from a Gatbar demon's spikes last night, and because A) most of her wardrobe had already been shipped out and B) between packing and patrolling she was too frazzled to notice, Kennedy had worn them today anyway.

She noticed as soon as she got to her office, put her feet up on her desk, and saw way more of her own sock than expected. Oh, well. She could just get a new pair. No big.

As for today, she'd just spend it poking at tomorrow's lesson plan. And finalizing her own fall course schedule. And having her lawyers double-check the real estate paperwork for their new place in Brazil. (Not that she didn't trust Giles, but sometimes she really was her father's daughter.)

It was all very responsible and adult and oh god, when did that happen, seriously?

[[ze office hours, they are ze open.]]
brat_intraining: (Mildly Curious (Potential))
Kennedy wasn't entirely over the other week, but hardly being the type to keep her mouth shut she wasn't really repressing anything, either, so there was a general trend of improvement going on. It actually helped that she hadn't really had time to brood about it, either; in between a sudden flareup of demon activity around Manhattan in the last few days, and prepping for the Big Move (there were capital letters in her head, too), she was pretty busy.

The second of those two things would be taking up most of her time today. There were a billion arrangements to make: getting their things shipped out to São Paulo, making sure Vi was prepped to take over the New York circuit, flight bookings, passport and visa paperwork, arguing with Giles over the scope of her responsibilities, keeping Willow from freaking out.

Really, this was the best way to put her bossing-people-around powers to work for good. Well, Giles might disagree on a couple of points.

[[open office hours are open.]]
brat_intraining: (Aiming Crossbow (Showtime))
Did Kennedy have an iPad with apps for live-streaming Olympics events? Yup. Was she above occasionally leveraging an unfair advantage? Nope.

So really, while the Athens Olympics weren't due to start for another week and a half or so for her, she was absolutely taking advantage of the online feeds for the London Olympics. Hey, if she wasn't going to bet on the results or tell anyone else how to bet, it wasn't really cheating, was it?

Secure in the totally-okay-ness of her reasoning, she'd foregone a few hours of sleeping in and headed out to the living room, past the already half-packed boxes they were going to need to start shipping out soon, and stretched out on the couch where she could watch obscure athletic events without bothering Willow. She'd watch anything that involved fighty-like things; oh, like this would surprise anyone?

This morning? Archery. Definitely archery, because it was the women's individual medal rounds and there were two archers from Mexico in the semifinal and this was all extremely relevant to her interests.

Too bad she couldn't try to take up competitive archery on a whim, huh? For one, you couldn't compete in crossbow, and for another, being a Slayer was the kind of unfair advantage she wouldn't exploit for that kind of thing. Oh, well.

[[the archery competition being exactly why i was late for work, i kind of had to. but open if you want, i guess.]]
brat_intraining: (In Chair Watching (The Killer In Me))
Kennedy was admittedly a little bit less than thrilled about being on the island today, though she was feeling better than she had on Sunday. Granted, this had involved an all-night talk (please, like she ever really repressed things for long) and some crying herself to sleep. First time for everything. Also helpful? Calling Faith and getting a nice dose of perspective.

So she was feeling better today, if pensive; she'd be spending a lot of time just staring absently into space.

[[open office hours, natch.]]
brat_intraining: (Messy - We Followed Her (End of Days))
She needed to go home. She just did. Kennedy had missed Fandom more than anything during all the time she'd been trapped in her own dimension, but right now she kind of hated it, and all she wanted to do was go home.

Sure, it was just another alternate reality, another one of those wacky Fandom things that didn't really happen, except that she remembered it all. Remembered scaring her students and enjoying it, threatening her friends, helping enforce just about everything she'd always rebelled against (at least in some tiny way). That was bad enough, even if it was easy enough to write off to alternate realities.

The feeling of being under the Imperius Curse for so long, though, that was different-- like a sticky, disgusting film that clung to her and just wouldn't wash away. Getting hit by a spell that made her do things against her will was safely in the top five of her worst nightmares. Ever since the time in Sunnydale, when Willow--

...yeah, that was the thing. She'd be going home to Willow, who was strong enough to cast a spell like that. And she was better these days, not what her friends had all told Kennedy she'd been like, but she could. Plus there was that whole thing that the First Evil had told her, which she should know better than to listen to, because hi, the First Evil, but it stuck with her, just like the memory of the curse. It was a lingering worry she'd thought was gone, because it wasn't just the memories of the dead that the First could twist around on you.

She really did miss Willow, she had a portal scheduled, and she really should go home.

She'd get around to that In a minute. She would.

[[may be sp-ish for a bit, but open! and traumatized. like everyone, really.]]

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