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~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy's getting sick of just sitting around, and she's not the only one.
Word Count:
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Buffy stands up. “Okay, I think it’s research time.”
Giles is briefly distracted out of his Ripper mode. “There’s a sentence I never thought would pass my Slayer’s lips.”
She smiles at the Head Watcher. “Yeah, me neither, but I’m sick of sitting around and waiting. The sooner we get all of our information lined up, the sooner we can get to kicking butt.”
He nods. “I’m glad that my skills are appreciated.” He stands and goes to refill his mug of tea. “Caridad and a few of the witches we enlisted were hopeful about having more information for us today. Faith likewise was trying to find out more about Wesley and the apparently premature news of his death. And, of course, what nefarious schemes Wolfram and Hart is planning.”
Josephine claps her hands excitedly. “I’ll call Koichi and Hol Horse and tell them they can stop bumming it around the hotel!” She practically skips out of the room, and Jotaro rolls his eyes.
“I need a smoke,” he mutters and stands up, stretching out a little.
“I’d appreciate it if you would do so outside, as there are still growing teenagers inside this place!” Giles remarks, and if she’s not imagining things, Buffy thinks Jotaro looks a little more tense than before.
Oh, no, the Slayers have been at their campaign of harassment, she thinks and tries not to giggle. Still, maybe she should warn them that right now isn’t the time if they’re not in the mood to get punched through a wall by Star Platinum.
"Yare yare daze,” he mutters and leaves.
“Don’t go looking for another fight!” Kakyoin yells after, and then turns to the rest of them with a smile. “I might as well get in touch with the others, as well.”
“Should we wait for him?” Willow asks quietly, looking after him, and Kakyoin shakes his head. “There’s no need. It’s not the first time he’s borrowed my notes, after all.”
Giles tsks, but he also looks a little amused.
Andrew stands quickly. “Willow, um, would you mind helping me set it up? There’ll be a lot of different screens, after all.”
She’s looking slightly more awake with the caffeine, but it’s only a matter of time before she’s bouncing off the walls and babbling at a speed incomprehensible to modern man. Once the sleepiness fully wears off and the only thing in her veins is the tea, that is. “Sure, though I’m not sure how much help I’ll be at the moment.”
“At the moment, just a second pair of hands would be helpful.” Andrew thinks and then amends that with, "A pair of hands that’s not likely to break all the expensive equipment I put on the Council’s ‘to buy’ list.”
“No promises,” Willow states with a small smile before heading off to the conference room after Andrew.
It’s Council policy, now, to keep all the Slayers informed. When Giles took over, it was one of the first things he changed. No more barbaric ‘do or die’ trials, unless you count just living life as a Slayer. No more Watchers moving their pawns on the chessboard, safe in their gilded houses and not worrying about the sacrifice of any chess piece. So Buffy and Giles and Dawn go to inform the Slayers (the ones here, anyway) about the meeting. Buffy really doesn’t want to think about it, but that’s a lot easier than it would’ve been even a few months ago.
Jotaro sighs, leaning against the nondescript building and inhaling a cloud of smoke. He’d let his temper get the better of him, and he knew better. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard a story like that, but he was fond of Mercia, and the hurt in Josephine’s voice? It was just too bad that there was no one around who deserved punching, but he wasn’t going to go off on his own again. That was the mistake of a new Stand User, and something he’d learned ages ago in Egypt, so why’d he forgotten like it didn’t matter?
Maybe it has something to do with the dreams, with the feeling that there’s something missing and he should know exactly what that is. He’s been feeling restless ever since he got that panicked phone call, and it’s hard to be sure, but instinct is telling him that it’s more than just worrying about a…cousin, or whatever.
Someone joins him, though he doesn’t hear any breathing, and he glances over. He hasn’t met this one, yet, but from the nearly-useless yammering of the gaggle of girls in the house, he recognizes the description.
“So. You’re one of this world’s vampires, huh?” Intelligent green eyes look Angel over carefully as he breathes out smoke into the morning air. After a long, calculating stare, he snorts. “I can’t say I’m impressed.”
It’s rare that Angel is intimidated, even less often that his demon is. He can admit that Angelus is often stupidly arrogant, refusing to think of many as actual threats, but this man certainly is. He’s no Slayer, but there’s an air of calm menace that indicates that this man is no stranger to violence, and even the statement about vampires is no mere bluff.
Angel shrugs. “If you think I exist to impress you, you’re a bit conceited.”
That earns a snort, and a touch more respect. “So, what’s this Wolfram and Hart thing?”
Angel swallows, even though he really doesn’t need to. This isn’t a particularly good topic, but then, if this man hadn’t asked, it’d be a Slayer down the road. It’d be good to have an answer ready when the time came. “It’s an evil lawyer firm, run by demons. Several of my friends and I took over the Los Angeles branch, thinking we could somehow use their resources for good. To fix things.”
“I’d think someone who’d lived a while would be less naïve about things, but then, DIO was so sure he was untouchable.” The man deliberately drops his cigarette, grinding it out in a movement that was probably calculated to be intimidating. It worked. “Dr. Jotaro Kujo. Better hope you don’t end up on the wrong side of Star Platinum’s fists.”
“As long as you’re not going to hurt Buffy or her friends, I doubt that will happen,” Angel admits and holds out a hand to shake. It turns into a bit of a gripping contest, but then, if they’re going to have to work as allies, they’re going to have to learn to work together and trust in the other’s strength if nothing else.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy's getting sick of just sitting around, and she's not the only one.
Word Count:
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Buffy stands up. “Okay, I think it’s research time.”
Giles is briefly distracted out of his Ripper mode. “There’s a sentence I never thought would pass my Slayer’s lips.”
She smiles at the Head Watcher. “Yeah, me neither, but I’m sick of sitting around and waiting. The sooner we get all of our information lined up, the sooner we can get to kicking butt.”
He nods. “I’m glad that my skills are appreciated.” He stands and goes to refill his mug of tea. “Caridad and a few of the witches we enlisted were hopeful about having more information for us today. Faith likewise was trying to find out more about Wesley and the apparently premature news of his death. And, of course, what nefarious schemes Wolfram and Hart is planning.”
Josephine claps her hands excitedly. “I’ll call Koichi and Hol Horse and tell them they can stop bumming it around the hotel!” She practically skips out of the room, and Jotaro rolls his eyes.
“I need a smoke,” he mutters and stands up, stretching out a little.
“I’d appreciate it if you would do so outside, as there are still growing teenagers inside this place!” Giles remarks, and if she’s not imagining things, Buffy thinks Jotaro looks a little more tense than before.
Oh, no, the Slayers have been at their campaign of harassment, she thinks and tries not to giggle. Still, maybe she should warn them that right now isn’t the time if they’re not in the mood to get punched through a wall by Star Platinum.
"Yare yare daze,” he mutters and leaves.
“Don’t go looking for another fight!” Kakyoin yells after, and then turns to the rest of them with a smile. “I might as well get in touch with the others, as well.”
“Should we wait for him?” Willow asks quietly, looking after him, and Kakyoin shakes his head. “There’s no need. It’s not the first time he’s borrowed my notes, after all.”
Giles tsks, but he also looks a little amused.
Andrew stands quickly. “Willow, um, would you mind helping me set it up? There’ll be a lot of different screens, after all.”
She’s looking slightly more awake with the caffeine, but it’s only a matter of time before she’s bouncing off the walls and babbling at a speed incomprehensible to modern man. Once the sleepiness fully wears off and the only thing in her veins is the tea, that is. “Sure, though I’m not sure how much help I’ll be at the moment.”
“At the moment, just a second pair of hands would be helpful.” Andrew thinks and then amends that with, "A pair of hands that’s not likely to break all the expensive equipment I put on the Council’s ‘to buy’ list.”
“No promises,” Willow states with a small smile before heading off to the conference room after Andrew.
It’s Council policy, now, to keep all the Slayers informed. When Giles took over, it was one of the first things he changed. No more barbaric ‘do or die’ trials, unless you count just living life as a Slayer. No more Watchers moving their pawns on the chessboard, safe in their gilded houses and not worrying about the sacrifice of any chess piece. So Buffy and Giles and Dawn go to inform the Slayers (the ones here, anyway) about the meeting. Buffy really doesn’t want to think about it, but that’s a lot easier than it would’ve been even a few months ago.
Jotaro sighs, leaning against the nondescript building and inhaling a cloud of smoke. He’d let his temper get the better of him, and he knew better. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard a story like that, but he was fond of Mercia, and the hurt in Josephine’s voice? It was just too bad that there was no one around who deserved punching, but he wasn’t going to go off on his own again. That was the mistake of a new Stand User, and something he’d learned ages ago in Egypt, so why’d he forgotten like it didn’t matter?
Maybe it has something to do with the dreams, with the feeling that there’s something missing and he should know exactly what that is. He’s been feeling restless ever since he got that panicked phone call, and it’s hard to be sure, but instinct is telling him that it’s more than just worrying about a…cousin, or whatever.
Someone joins him, though he doesn’t hear any breathing, and he glances over. He hasn’t met this one, yet, but from the nearly-useless yammering of the gaggle of girls in the house, he recognizes the description.
“So. You’re one of this world’s vampires, huh?” Intelligent green eyes look Angel over carefully as he breathes out smoke into the morning air. After a long, calculating stare, he snorts. “I can’t say I’m impressed.”
It’s rare that Angel is intimidated, even less often that his demon is. He can admit that Angelus is often stupidly arrogant, refusing to think of many as actual threats, but this man certainly is. He’s no Slayer, but there’s an air of calm menace that indicates that this man is no stranger to violence, and even the statement about vampires is no mere bluff.
Angel shrugs. “If you think I exist to impress you, you’re a bit conceited.”
That earns a snort, and a touch more respect. “So, what’s this Wolfram and Hart thing?”
Angel swallows, even though he really doesn’t need to. This isn’t a particularly good topic, but then, if this man hadn’t asked, it’d be a Slayer down the road. It’d be good to have an answer ready when the time came. “It’s an evil lawyer firm, run by demons. Several of my friends and I took over the Los Angeles branch, thinking we could somehow use their resources for good. To fix things.”
“I’d think someone who’d lived a while would be less naïve about things, but then, DIO was so sure he was untouchable.” The man deliberately drops his cigarette, grinding it out in a movement that was probably calculated to be intimidating. It worked. “Dr. Jotaro Kujo. Better hope you don’t end up on the wrong side of Star Platinum’s fists.”
“As long as you’re not going to hurt Buffy or her friends, I doubt that will happen,” Angel admits and holds out a hand to shake. It turns into a bit of a gripping contest, but then, if they’re going to have to work as allies, they’re going to have to learn to work together and trust in the other’s strength if nothing else.