Who: Kennedy & Batgirl What: Slayer on Patrol Where: Griffith Park When: Late Evening 27th Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Pits that could cure anything, crazy clowns, crazy Jedi and bitchy jackass friends of Faiths all considered Kennedy hoped patrols weren't being forgotten. The vampires. The regular everyday scum that populated her world. They'd love this. All the chaos of people rushing to be healed they'd use it. Like they used every major upheavel in every city and town they inhabited.
They were cockroaches. Kill one, hell kill five hundred. There were always, always more. Kennedy had lost count.
Then there were the demons, they were harder. Good ones, bad ones, neutral ones, ones in it for kicks, ones in it for money, for families. Good beings demons or not. And just like humans, some could choose to be bad. It was hard to know even with the knowledge and instinct of a Slayer what was what.
She shook her head, regaining her focus as she strode into the park looking around. Faith had told her this was a hangout. Nearby graveyard with plenty of crypts, and nearby bar, drunk idiots looking for a quick way to stumble home.
And vampires.
She continued through the park, eyes ears and slayer instincts open and stake in the pocket of her coat as well as the few other Slayer essentials.