Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan, Fitz, and Darling have a chat with the new Stand User.
Word Count: 1450
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
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“Uh. Hi. What?”
“Maybe you should go to bed. You’ve been working on this since yesterday morning.”
“How many hours is that?”
“That math adds up, yeah.”
“Stop fussing,” Kris insists, Andrew waving at them from the other side of the Security barrier (the nerve, seriously).
“I’ve only been on a commercial flight once, and that was a few security changes ago,” he responds. It’s not like Tony hasn’t, but after the Canadian incident he’d bought a private plane that he shared with the International Slayers’ and Watchers’ Council. It’s…okay, it’s probably nothing. In this instance, Tony agrees that he’s probably just being a baby, but he’s not used to going anywhere without his Exoskel. He doesn’t even always take it off in the shower. But it’s metal, which means he has to take it off.
“I’ve driven a lot, just…not flown,” he explains to the agent.
There’s a ruckus behind him. He starts to turn, and that’s when he feels something slightly out of place and cold in his back, and something warm, human, pressing close against his back. “Greetings from the Triumverate of Keerilsh,” a voice whispers in his ear, and he coughs and looks uncomprehendingly down at his passport. It’s spattered with blood.
There’s a lot of people yelling, but it seems loud and confusing and far away. He vaguely sees Andrew vault the barrier and run to his side, and he’s not sure who catches him as his legs crumble beneath him, but it all fades rather quickly.
“Y-you don’t l-like me, do you?”
Xander sighs heavily. “Nah, it’s not—it’s not you. I just. I liked Oz.” He shrugs. “But, you know, sometimes things just don’t work out. You’re nice enough, and as long as you’re making Willow happy, I shouldn’t be Mr. Mean Guy. I’m sorry if I’ve been a source of stress. I’ll try to keep my growling to a minimum.”
He almost gets a smile, which is good enough.
|Level||Purification||Hama||Holy Sword||Blessed Bullets|
|1||Patra||Light Rays||Weak Point||Broadshot|
|10||Strandi||Holy Water||Flaming Sword||Gun Phone|
|15||Enradi||The Spirit of Community||Jorei||Quick Rotation of Bullets|
|25||Re Patra||Divine Courage||Balmung's Bite||Autofire|
|35||Paraladi||Divine Cure||Cauterizing Slash||Shrapnel|
|45||Me Patra||Consecration||Stab of Light||Cripple|
|50||Cotl-di||Mahama||Photon Edge||Spinning Shot|
|55||Doping||Hanma||Blodgang's Bite||Heaven's Gale Shot|
|60||Ra Patra||Alpha Blaster||Viraj Blade||Legshot|
|70||Pure Memento||The Heart of the Sun||Stasis Blade||Shooting Spree|
|75||Kanzeon Redemption||Divine Grace||Sunlight Sword||End Shot|
Xander’s adept at being a third wheel. Mainly because he’s had a lot of practice, but it might also be the romantic in him who enjoys seeing happy couples, especially when they’re his friends. In this case, the two aren’t dating anymore, but he wants them to be comfortable as exes, too, like he is with Cordy. So to learn martial arts with Buffy and Angel? Ignoring Giles’ own prohibitions on the matter?
“Sign me up,” he murmurs happily, grinning.
“I can’t believe you never told us! You’re gonna think we’re self-obsessed…mean people!”
Xander actually laughs. “You were never that bad,” he explains, then makes a face. “Nah, I take that back. We all had our moments, but I’m convinced that’s on account of being teenagers. Hormones make behavior all wonky.” He pauses. “I’m not sure what was Giles’ excuse.”
“You don’t have to say ‘please’, sir,” Star responds.
“Hey, I thought you’d be happy I was finally making an effort to be polite,” he replies, mock angry. “There’s no pleasing you, is there?”
“Of course not. I’m part Russian.” And he just cracks up.
Sulu reports, a few days later, when the levels have dropped a little (but are still higher than normal), that the Captain asked him for sword lessons. “It looked awesome,” is what he uses as an explanation, but it’s been months since then. Sulu wouldn’t have even mentioned it, though (the Captain can be random and spur of the moment), if not for the fact that Captain Kirk was, unexpectedly, good with a sword. So much he didn’t actually need lessons, not really. He’d tried to hide how good he was, but he wasn’t that good at it. He was good enough at deception normally, but from what Sulu could tell he hadn’t tried to hide how good he was with physical techniques before, and that was a whole different ball game than lying about intellectual knowledge. He probably should’ve just asked to spar, so the fact that he hadn’t was a little odd.
|10||Tarunda||Blue Wall||Balzacaia||Tempest Slash||Tranquilizing Scratch|
|15||Charge||Red Wall||Dekunda||Bane Slice||Bash|
|20||Taunt||White Wall||Dekaja||Toxic Slice||Cleave|
|25||Marakukaja||Masamakaja||Masukukaja||Stunning Slice||Kill Rush|
|30||Matarukaja||Mamakanda||Masukunda||Straight Slash||Large Beheading|
|35||Matarunda||Green Wall||Acid Breath||Ichimonji Slash||Arm Chopper|
|40||Bestial Roar||Grey Wall||Fog Breath||Twin Slash||Heat Wave|
|45||Shura Tensei||Brown Wall||Rebellion||Spin Slash||Revenge Blow|
|50||Steel Wall||War Cry||Debilitate||Hex Slice||Scorching Blast|
|55||Shura Revert||Crystal Wall||Death Counter||Dance Macabre||Lightning Smash|
|60||Safeguard||Safeguard||Heat Riser||Hassou Tobi||Kidney Smash|
|65||Tetrakarn||Makarakarn||Karnanda||Fatal End||Flurry Stab|
|70||Tetracoerce||Makaracoerce||Stagnant Air||Hell Fang||Destruction Smash|
|75||I Am the Sword||I Am the Axe||Critical Eye||Daruma Kaeshi||Vicious Strike|
|80||Body Shield||Body Shield||Death Chaser||Empty Wave||Brutal Slash|
|85||Dark Energy||Spiritual Focus||Revolution||Wolf Fang||Bamboo Slice|
|90||Tetra Break||Makara Break||Pain-Eater||Toxic Fury||Thunder Smash|
|95||Dragon Cry||Hat Trick||Mind's Eye||Stunning Fury||Hades Blast|
|100||Life Wall||Life Wall||Holy Blessing||Triple Slice||Nuclear Blast|
|105||Tetrakarn Triumph||Makarakarn Triumph||Lunar Blessing||Soul Slice||Brain Shake|
|110||I Am the Shield||I Am the Wall||Renewal||Masamune's Blade||Viper Smash|
|115||Jumpstart||Unnatural Extension||Guiding Sword||Muramasa's Blade||Guillotine|
|120||Made of Steel||Made of Malachite||Guarding Staff||Mega Strike||Guillotine Fake|
|125||Eternal Protect||Eternal Athame||Eternal Zero||Vorpal Blade||Calamity Seed|
( knightly loyalty )
They try to suppress the news; Jack’ll give them that. They all try their little hearts out too, even the psycho clown, which was a great effort on their part, and the least Atlas can do is appreciate it.
They’re all worried. Of course they are. Made of junk like that rather than steel, there’s only one place this Iron Man could have come from. That, and his actions made matters pretty clear. Sector Security abusing their privileges were quickly targeted. The people of the Satellite were protected, even from each other. To many, that was merely more proof of the depravity of Satellite citizens. To some, it spoke of something different entirely—he was a symbol of hope, a veneer of civilization. He was their hero.
But to Jack—
To Jack, this was just fulfillment of an old promise.
He had barely managed to contain his excitement, when he saw the pictures. He couldn’t let the Iron Man’s identity slip, not even when it was so obvious. After all, who else had the technical know-how and hacking skills? Who else was stubborn as he was gentle, and still believed in the people of the Satellite, when Jack couldn’t find it in himself to believe in anyone?
Well. That was a lie.
But as a rule, Jack Atlas lied. He was paid to be a liar on national television. The people loved the constructed identity that was Jack Atlas. He had to pretend that Jack-from-the-Satellite was dead—even further, had never existed.
Goodwin knew. The clown knew. A few from the Satellite knew. It wasn’t in either Goodwin or the clown’s best interests to tell anyone, and the Satellite citizens couldn’t talk—who would believe them? And anyway, the fans would likely tear apart anyone besmirching their beloved Atlas-sama. It’s not like they knew anyone to tell, anyway, unlike Jack, who (restricted only by Goodwin and even then maybe not by much) was the darling of the media.
The point is, he should trust Goodwin. The man had done so much to raise him from rags to riches.
Fortunately, Jack knows better, and suspects that Goodwin does, too. The man, like so many others, was motivated by self-interest, but at least he was good enough to come out and say so. Oh, he also gave good lip service to doing things ‘for the greater good of the world’, and maybe he even believed that, but a large part of it was selfish too.
With Iron Man, Jack could only trust that Goodwin would do what was in his own interest, not Yusei’s. So it was Jack’s own little secret.
I told you you weren’t motivated enough. Now you are. You’re welcome, you selfless idiot. You’re a dragon now, and it’s magnificent. He smirks as he stares out his window into the lights of the city.
It’s a shock when Xander waits after class for Miss Calendar, even more so because he’s not actually in her class. He’d been getting weird looks from Willow the entire class period.
“What did you want, Xander?” Jenny asks once all students but Willow have filed out.
He hesitates, and the brief look of disgust that comes over Willow’s face makes her worry.
He sees her expression and quickly flicks his gaze to Willow’s, and whatever he sees there makes him actually chuckle. “Eww. I mean…not. That’s rude. But you’re Giles’ girl, only, which, did I mention, super neat? But the last teacher I had a crush on turned out to be a preying mantis demon that wanted to eat me, so call my teacher kink completely and utterly retired. No, I just.” He walks to the door and closes it, giving the two women time to get over their embarrassment. And probably because he’s worried about saying whatever this is when anyone can walk past, which is a kind of subtlety Jenny has yet to see from any of the so-called Scoobies and certainly hadn’t expected from Xander.
“Okay, here it is, cards on the table. You knew about the whole Ethan Rayne Halloween thing, right?” He barely gives her time to nod before he barrels on. “Okay, Tony Stark. Multiple Tony Starks, actually, in my brain. I am going nuts without the internet or working smartphones or anything else. I’m seriously going into withdrawal. So, priorities, jumpstart computer development before I lose my mind and go full supervillain out of insanity. Given the grand scale of this miracle I’m asking for, I probably need to incorporate a few magical touches, which is where you come in. I’ve got a little memory-type experience from one of the Tonys about integrating magic and science but it’s theoretical comic-booky knowledge, and I know it doesn’t exactly work as intended because I tried it when the disclaimer said ‘do not try this at home’. So.”
Willow looks unhappy, but it actually takes Jenny a few moments to actually parse the wall of words. At which point she blinks, disapproving for a reason she’ll figure out later.
“You want to…what?” she asks.
“Imagine being able to just type a phrase you don’t know in and the computer will explain it to you. Imagine being able to connect to people all over the world with just a few taps of keys. Imagine a platform full of cute kitty videos to make a bad day better. Imagine being able to buy things with your computer without leaving your house. Imagine being able to play games with people all over the world.”
He pauses when he sees Jenny and Willow staring at him with wide, anticipatory eyes.
He smirks, holding his hands up, engaging Salesman Mode. “Imagine being able to call someone and see them talk in real time. Imagine being able to access all of this from something you can hold in your hand.”
“I’ll help,” Willow instantly volunteers. “As long as I get one.”
“Deal.” He turns to Jenny.
“I’ll see what I can do.” One of them has to be realistic, even if that mainly involves acting as the semi-mature adult.
“Hey, what else could I ask for?” he asks, grinning in a way that wouldn’t be entirely out of place on TV.