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madimpossibledreamerI did actually have to look up the name of the newspaper in Sunnydale because ‘Sunnydale Herald’ is stuck in my head :)
Ix + Ahau is how you say lady, and governmental figures such as the Sheriff would probably keep such traditions.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Robin and Johan wait to make a statement.
Word Count: 1028
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“You good?” Robin asks quietly, nudging Johan, and it’s a little bit of a shock. He’d thought he was keeping his cool well enough, but somehow Robin noticed. Maybe he’s getting a bit rusty? It’s not like Africa had been a country completely devoid of cities or people, even if that is, he’d admit, possibly a misconception he’d had as an ‘uneducated Californian’ before he’d been there (god he misses Fitz), but interactions with people tended to be a lot simpler when they were just strangers and he was just visiting and he may not have needed to hide the fact that he was worrying as much.
“Historically, interactions with law enforcement? Not of the good.” Not that he wants to give away that he’s nervous, because that’s when they start asking pointed questions. But you didn’t go to the cops in Sunnydale. It’s not even that they were useless against vampires, though that’s totally a thing. It’s that they’d start blaming you the second they showed up, like you were the sole reason Sunnydale didn’t get more tourist traffic and that you were the sole reason no one was buying the whole ‘gangs on PCP and/or barbecue fork accidents’ excuses as stated in their official reports. Some of that might have had to do with bribery thanks to the demon Mayor, but Xander’s more cynical side suggests that some people, like the old Watcher’s Council, seek out power because they just enjoy having it and ordering other people around, and that others are lazy and just like taking credit for things they didn’t do, and still others want everyone else to pretend that everything’s normal and get mad at you when you don’t play along. It’d be nice to think that everything terrible humans do is down to demons, but that’s a naive view.
Robin’s glance is a little surprised, but then, Johan gets it. Not...entirely, but he reads the newspaper and stuff sometimes, and it’s not all filtered through the Sunnydale Press. “You’re the first white guy I’ve heard say that.” Robin isn’t generally a blunt kinda guy, but it seems like he’s decided there isn’t a polite way to tiptoe around the topic. Which is fair. Okay, so Johan’s not the kind of person you look for if you want someone to delicately approach a subject, but still. He can’t think of a better way either.
“Sunnydale is weird, but I guess you could consider being demon chow the great equalizer,” Johan jokes. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eye—apparently he is out of practice. “I guess you could have called my family white trash back then, even if Papa Harris would’ve said something like ‘at least we don’t live in trailers’ before beating me up, but that explanation doesn’t quite work for the time they tried to frame Buffy for a vampire murder. Her mom ran a kinda upscale art gallery, you know? So I guess you can just chalk it up to ‘they sucked’.”
Robin nods. “Well, we can’t exactly call on the same backup thanks to…” he waves vaguely at the air, either not wanting to say the words out loud with the potential of being heard even if they are whispering, or he just can’t think of how to phrase it, either of which Johan gets. “But we’re not cut off from each other, either.” He pauses and then adds, “...Just to be clear, is there an authority figure you haven’t had a bad time with?”
“I am a walking bag of trauma,” Xander deadpans, trying to buy time to think. “...Well, the hospital was pretty good most of the time, and Styx seems cool enough.”
Thankfully they get interrupted before the conversation has any more time to devolve. They hear her before they see her; the rushed, booted footsteps, the quick and hurried confirmation with the owner, and it’s...not exactly what Johan had been expecting. Most of it looks like a more modern (and colorful) version of a sheriff’s outfit, with a few feathers sewn into the hat (Johan desperately needs to not laugh at the literal version of the phrase) and adornments in jade—including earrings but also, fascinatingly, the zippers and buttons on her jacket. The employee cleaning up the rest of the food remaining in the room bows her head as the woman enters, so Johan instinctively follows suit.
“Sorry for the wait. It might not seem like much, but now is essentially the tourist season for us, so it’s all hands on deck. You can call me Ix Welch Ahau. Now, I’m told there’s another guest likely to attempt to trespass?” She seems friendly enough, but that doesn’t always mean anything. “Can I have your names for the report?”
Xander considers that for the briefest of moments. This might actually be the first test, to see if he gives the same answer here as he’d given at the front desk. Jotaro had almost certainly been tempted to give a false name, something like Qtaro again, but had opted for honesty mostly out of the fact that they were paying using the Speedwagon Foundation credit card and a discrepancy would no doubt have looked suspicious. Robin speaks up first, maybe to give him some room to think about it. “Robin Brown, ma’am.” The tone is really polite, but then, Robin has probably had a lot more experience working with police officers as a liaison. His confusion isn’t helped by the fact that he still hasn’t fully figured out which name he wants to go by, and he’s pretty sure Johan isn’t legally his name at this point, but it’s probably not like they’re that connected to the outside world and would look that up, so. He should probably just stop overthinking it.
“Johan Higashikata. We’re with the Joestar party.” As much as it makes Jotaro roll his eyes and mutter ‘yare yare daze’ to himself to have to write that, the Joestar name opens more doors, particularly with those affiliated with the Speedwagon Foundation, and it makes the accountants happy.
They don’t expect her reaction. “You haven’t brought the typical Joestar bad luck here, have you?”
Ix + Ahau is how you say lady, and governmental figures such as the Sheriff would probably keep such traditions.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Robin and Johan wait to make a statement.
Word Count: 1028
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“You good?” Robin asks quietly, nudging Johan, and it’s a little bit of a shock. He’d thought he was keeping his cool well enough, but somehow Robin noticed. Maybe he’s getting a bit rusty? It’s not like Africa had been a country completely devoid of cities or people, even if that is, he’d admit, possibly a misconception he’d had as an ‘uneducated Californian’ before he’d been there (god he misses Fitz), but interactions with people tended to be a lot simpler when they were just strangers and he was just visiting and he may not have needed to hide the fact that he was worrying as much.
“Historically, interactions with law enforcement? Not of the good.” Not that he wants to give away that he’s nervous, because that’s when they start asking pointed questions. But you didn’t go to the cops in Sunnydale. It’s not even that they were useless against vampires, though that’s totally a thing. It’s that they’d start blaming you the second they showed up, like you were the sole reason Sunnydale didn’t get more tourist traffic and that you were the sole reason no one was buying the whole ‘gangs on PCP and/or barbecue fork accidents’ excuses as stated in their official reports. Some of that might have had to do with bribery thanks to the demon Mayor, but Xander’s more cynical side suggests that some people, like the old Watcher’s Council, seek out power because they just enjoy having it and ordering other people around, and that others are lazy and just like taking credit for things they didn’t do, and still others want everyone else to pretend that everything’s normal and get mad at you when you don’t play along. It’d be nice to think that everything terrible humans do is down to demons, but that’s a naive view.
Robin’s glance is a little surprised, but then, Johan gets it. Not...entirely, but he reads the newspaper and stuff sometimes, and it’s not all filtered through the Sunnydale Press. “You’re the first white guy I’ve heard say that.” Robin isn’t generally a blunt kinda guy, but it seems like he’s decided there isn’t a polite way to tiptoe around the topic. Which is fair. Okay, so Johan’s not the kind of person you look for if you want someone to delicately approach a subject, but still. He can’t think of a better way either.
“Sunnydale is weird, but I guess you could consider being demon chow the great equalizer,” Johan jokes. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eye—apparently he is out of practice. “I guess you could have called my family white trash back then, even if Papa Harris would’ve said something like ‘at least we don’t live in trailers’ before beating me up, but that explanation doesn’t quite work for the time they tried to frame Buffy for a vampire murder. Her mom ran a kinda upscale art gallery, you know? So I guess you can just chalk it up to ‘they sucked’.”
Robin nods. “Well, we can’t exactly call on the same backup thanks to…” he waves vaguely at the air, either not wanting to say the words out loud with the potential of being heard even if they are whispering, or he just can’t think of how to phrase it, either of which Johan gets. “But we’re not cut off from each other, either.” He pauses and then adds, “...Just to be clear, is there an authority figure you haven’t had a bad time with?”
“I am a walking bag of trauma,” Xander deadpans, trying to buy time to think. “...Well, the hospital was pretty good most of the time, and Styx seems cool enough.”
Thankfully they get interrupted before the conversation has any more time to devolve. They hear her before they see her; the rushed, booted footsteps, the quick and hurried confirmation with the owner, and it’s...not exactly what Johan had been expecting. Most of it looks like a more modern (and colorful) version of a sheriff’s outfit, with a few feathers sewn into the hat (Johan desperately needs to not laugh at the literal version of the phrase) and adornments in jade—including earrings but also, fascinatingly, the zippers and buttons on her jacket. The employee cleaning up the rest of the food remaining in the room bows her head as the woman enters, so Johan instinctively follows suit.
“Sorry for the wait. It might not seem like much, but now is essentially the tourist season for us, so it’s all hands on deck. You can call me Ix Welch Ahau. Now, I’m told there’s another guest likely to attempt to trespass?” She seems friendly enough, but that doesn’t always mean anything. “Can I have your names for the report?”
Xander considers that for the briefest of moments. This might actually be the first test, to see if he gives the same answer here as he’d given at the front desk. Jotaro had almost certainly been tempted to give a false name, something like Qtaro again, but had opted for honesty mostly out of the fact that they were paying using the Speedwagon Foundation credit card and a discrepancy would no doubt have looked suspicious. Robin speaks up first, maybe to give him some room to think about it. “Robin Brown, ma’am.” The tone is really polite, but then, Robin has probably had a lot more experience working with police officers as a liaison. His confusion isn’t helped by the fact that he still hasn’t fully figured out which name he wants to go by, and he’s pretty sure Johan isn’t legally his name at this point, but it’s probably not like they’re that connected to the outside world and would look that up, so. He should probably just stop overthinking it.
“Johan Higashikata. We’re with the Joestar party.” As much as it makes Jotaro roll his eyes and mutter ‘yare yare daze’ to himself to have to write that, the Joestar name opens more doors, particularly with those affiliated with the Speedwagon Foundation, and it makes the accountants happy.
They don’t expect her reaction. “You haven’t brought the typical Joestar bad luck here, have you?”
