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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro receives a call...
Word Count: 1875
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
The merriment dies down a little before Riley continues seriously. “The only other thing we can tell you is almost as vague. We’re aware that Wolfram & Hart is doing something, but we’re not sure what. After the destruction of their LA offices, they’ve been a lot more disorganized than usual.”
Faith whistles at Angel in admiration. “I’ve always wanted to hand in my resignation like that.”
The vampire looks a little embarrassed at the attention. “It was more because of the dragons than anything we did…”
“I’m with the Slayer. I’m hurt I didn’t warrant an invitation to the destruction,” Spike joins in, a little crackly over the connection, and Angel rolls his eyes.
“If you’d actually stuck around until the end, you would’ve been there.” Being a pain in my behind goes unsaid, but it might as well have been shouted, because Buffy is pretty certain everyone in the room heard it.
“That’s for sure. Nothing on this ‘Siphon’, but whatever it is, the more I ask about it, the more a lot of the demons think about half-heartedly picking a fight with a Slayer. I’ve never seen them this afraid of anything.”
Caridad joins in. “We’ve been getting the odd feeling of being watched, and we haven’t been able to find who’s doing it. It’s not the Slaypires, or they would’ve made a move by now. Speaking of which, there’s far fewer of them than we could have dealt with during that battle, even given that nobody was counting. I’d have worried about this just being one base, but they’re being really skittish. They’re afraid of something, and they weren’t afraid of Slayers.”
“They’re definitely up to something,” Faith agrees. “There was this one big upset around the train, but they’ve gone quiet now after it set off. Actual real life motion blurs and all.”
Jotaro’s phone rings, and for a moment or two he looks a little startled, but he soon answers like nothing happened. “Hai,” he practically barks into the phone. He waits a second, then smiles. It’s a slightly disturbing smile. He speaks deliberately in English. “We were just talking about you, actually. You’re probably aware of the vampires that set up on the island.” He sets the phone down on the table and switches it easily to speaker mode.
“Why, yes. One would almost think you had a network of contacts of your own, Dr. Kujo.” The voice is languid, amused. “I was curious whether you knew about them, but there is more important information I have for you. Hopefully, you noticed the change in the world, so we needn’t speak about that. First, about that man you asked us to find. Johngalli A. We found him, so to speak. His body wasn’t very recognizable, but I had the police check his DNA, and one of the Passione also helped confirm his identity. We sent what’s left of him to the Speedwagon Foundation. I thought you’d like to see the results for yourself, to confirm that he’s dead.”
The voice has a trace of an accent. Italian, Buffy guesses, but then, accents (and languages!) were never her strong suit. The voice pauses, waiting for some sort of response, but Jotaro looks more confused than anything. Finally, he asks, “Who?”
“…Are you all right, Dr. Kujo?” For the first time, a ripple disturbs the calm surface. “You were very insistent about tracking this man down. He was a follower of…” For once, truly hesitant, yet he continues anyway, “…of DIO.”
“…God?” Andrew asks, looking a little shaken.
Jotaro snorts, grin practically wolfish. "He certainly thought so. He was wrong."
The other still sounds a bit shaken. “It’s not as if I haven’t had to deal with fanatics before, but I…admit, I don’t recall exactly why this particular one was that urgent—but that has to do with the shift I felt. I’d compare it to King Crimson, but I’m sure you’ve had experiences that better approximate than I.”
Jotaro tugs the cap down over his face, taking a deep breath. He’s upset, too, but it’s hard to read what caused it. “I don’t remember that, but I can tell you, it wasn’t an enemy who caused this. You probably noticed the year.”
“I did.” The humor is back. “I admit I’ve been using it to my advantage, but then, you probably expected nothing less.” A pause, then. “I’ll take your word for the source, and won’t ask more. After all, the more who know the secret, the more dangerous it is for him or her, and far be it for me to endanger innocents. Very well, then, the more pressing concern.” Suddenly, the voice is serious. Almost worried. “I’m not certain if you’ve heard of Wolfram & Hart.”
There are groans from all around the room.
The pause is just long enough to indicate that the caller has heard, but he continues as if he’d not heard. “They’re a group of lawyers. At least, that’s what they are on paper, though given their actions I’m sure that is a very inadequate title to describe them. They make several of the previous members of Passione look almost honest. I stopped Mista from shooting one of them in the face, mainly because as harmlessly annoying as they appear, they have some sort of power behind them. I don’t want to make a move until I know exactly what I’m up against—the reason they haven’t acted against us, I’m sure. Unfortunately, they got their hands on a Stand Arrow.”
Jotaro’s suddenly standing. “You’re sure?”
“I learned of its inclusion in an auction too late to get it myself. We’ve been dealing with our unwelcome island visitors. We were able to determine that it was placed on a train, yesterday. I’ve already sent the details to the Speedwagon Foundation, but thought you might be interested in hearing of it personally. I can send a few of my agents, if no one from the Foundation is close enough, but this is a matter that needs to be acted upon as quickly as possible.”
From a look at Jotaro’s face, Buffy can tell that this Italian, whoever he is, did everything he could to stop this from happening, to get someone on the train. Wolfram & Hart is one step ahead of them. She’s getting tired of this.
Willow speaks up, sounding determined and strong like she’d had before the whole addiction mess. “The train has stopped, but it’s in Russia by this point. They’ve been cheating with magic, a little. But we can teleport someone onto it, so maybe we’d be able to deal with it better?”
There’s a chuckle. “You might. If you need any help in this, don’t hesitate to ask. It’s something that concerns us all, after all.”
He hangs up, and Buffy turns to Willow.
“Are you sure you—”
“I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines, and this is important. I could probably teleport and go pick them up, but I’m not sure how long this train is stopping, or how long I can keep this image in my mind. I’m not all-powerful anymore. I’m not even sure how I’m seeing this, so our window of opportunity is shrinking. Like someone poured acid on glass. Or something.” She notices herself starting to babble and shakes her head, forcing herself to focus.
“Do we think the Slaypires were working with Wolfram & Hart?” one of the newer Slayers asks.
“Nope,” Buffy states decisively, and rolls her eyes at the startled looks. “Simone said something about not being a slave. Wolfram & Hart could’ve offered her power, but I got the feeling she thought she had all the girl power she needed to take over the world. They’re in the booklet under ‘creepy monsters’, and I think she wouldn’t work with anyone unless she thought she could control them. So, I’m with the N-O-P-E camp.”
“I agree with Buffy, and it’s not as if we have a lot of time. I recommend we focus on this new threat,” Giles responds. “I’ll help you stabilize the portal, Willow. Just in case, we should also have a group set out the more normal way—perhaps the Russian group of Slayers?”
“I’m going,” Jotaro growls.
“Cous, I want you here to help me find Johan!” Josephine is pouting theatrically.
Green eyes roll skyward. “The kid could be anywhere by now. And besides, you heard. He’s got a Stand now. He can take care of himself. The Arrow’s a real threat, especially in the hands of assholes.”
When he turns and sees swirling, peaceful blue closing, he looks like he’s about to pull out Star Platinum and Ora-Ora something that they’ll have to fix later. “What’s the idea?”
Willow looks sheepish. “Well, Slayers would be too obvious. And it’s not like they’re used to Stand Users, as far as we know. But just one vampire and a few witches would kind of, you know, not be noticed, and you guys were arguing and the picture was getting a little foggy…”
“That,” Buffy states, in a dangerous, flat voice, “…might have been another trap you and Giles blindly walked into.”
“It’s not as if it’s the sort of thing we can just ignore,” Kakyoin argues, the voice of reason, and Buffy sighs, shoulders drooping, trying to ignore the cold working its way up her spine.
“I’ll go stumble through my Russian,” Giles offers, looking suddenly older.
Josephine cracks her neck. “I guess if it's that big a deal, I can use B3. It won't be a fun ride, but as long as you keep all your limbs inside the car you probably won't lose any of them." She walks out of sight of the cameras, chooses a closet, and summons her Stand. The green and yellow electricity-portal appears, smaller this time, and Buffy doesn't feel like passing out this time. Jotaro and Kakyoin start walking over to follow her through, and Buffy gets up to join them, except Josephine comes right back out and the portal closes. She looks confused.
"What happened?" Buffy demands, shortly before Jotaro.
"I...I don't know. If they know about the Arrow, they might have a way to block Stands?" Confusion is quickly giving way to frustration, and Andrew looks suddenly worried about her taking her anger out on his precious computers.
"Whatever the case, our window's gone. They're on their own," he insists, trying to seem reasonable and objective, and Jotaro growls in response and Josephine clenches her fists but no Stands are re-summoned and nothing gets broken.
“We have to trust each other, and realize that sometimes terrible decisions are made simply because we have to try to do our best with the limited time we have,” Sachiko speaks, quiet but wise, and Buffy lets out a long, deep breath, trying to breathe out all the poisonous distrust.
“It’s just…it’s been a while. I’m feeling a little out of practice, saving the world.” She meets the other Slayer in the eyes. “Need any help checking out a creepy old abandoned mansion?”
That earns a laugh. “Find your friend. This isn’t a time when any of us can afford to be alone, physically or otherwise.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro receives a call...
Word Count: 1875
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
The merriment dies down a little before Riley continues seriously. “The only other thing we can tell you is almost as vague. We’re aware that Wolfram & Hart is doing something, but we’re not sure what. After the destruction of their LA offices, they’ve been a lot more disorganized than usual.”
Faith whistles at Angel in admiration. “I’ve always wanted to hand in my resignation like that.”
The vampire looks a little embarrassed at the attention. “It was more because of the dragons than anything we did…”
“I’m with the Slayer. I’m hurt I didn’t warrant an invitation to the destruction,” Spike joins in, a little crackly over the connection, and Angel rolls his eyes.
“If you’d actually stuck around until the end, you would’ve been there.” Being a pain in my behind goes unsaid, but it might as well have been shouted, because Buffy is pretty certain everyone in the room heard it.
“That’s for sure. Nothing on this ‘Siphon’, but whatever it is, the more I ask about it, the more a lot of the demons think about half-heartedly picking a fight with a Slayer. I’ve never seen them this afraid of anything.”
Caridad joins in. “We’ve been getting the odd feeling of being watched, and we haven’t been able to find who’s doing it. It’s not the Slaypires, or they would’ve made a move by now. Speaking of which, there’s far fewer of them than we could have dealt with during that battle, even given that nobody was counting. I’d have worried about this just being one base, but they’re being really skittish. They’re afraid of something, and they weren’t afraid of Slayers.”
“They’re definitely up to something,” Faith agrees. “There was this one big upset around the train, but they’ve gone quiet now after it set off. Actual real life motion blurs and all.”
Jotaro’s phone rings, and for a moment or two he looks a little startled, but he soon answers like nothing happened. “Hai,” he practically barks into the phone. He waits a second, then smiles. It’s a slightly disturbing smile. He speaks deliberately in English. “We were just talking about you, actually. You’re probably aware of the vampires that set up on the island.” He sets the phone down on the table and switches it easily to speaker mode.
“Why, yes. One would almost think you had a network of contacts of your own, Dr. Kujo.” The voice is languid, amused. “I was curious whether you knew about them, but there is more important information I have for you. Hopefully, you noticed the change in the world, so we needn’t speak about that. First, about that man you asked us to find. Johngalli A. We found him, so to speak. His body wasn’t very recognizable, but I had the police check his DNA, and one of the Passione also helped confirm his identity. We sent what’s left of him to the Speedwagon Foundation. I thought you’d like to see the results for yourself, to confirm that he’s dead.”
The voice has a trace of an accent. Italian, Buffy guesses, but then, accents (and languages!) were never her strong suit. The voice pauses, waiting for some sort of response, but Jotaro looks more confused than anything. Finally, he asks, “Who?”
“…Are you all right, Dr. Kujo?” For the first time, a ripple disturbs the calm surface. “You were very insistent about tracking this man down. He was a follower of…” For once, truly hesitant, yet he continues anyway, “…of DIO.”
“…God?” Andrew asks, looking a little shaken.
Jotaro snorts, grin practically wolfish. "He certainly thought so. He was wrong."
The other still sounds a bit shaken. “It’s not as if I haven’t had to deal with fanatics before, but I…admit, I don’t recall exactly why this particular one was that urgent—but that has to do with the shift I felt. I’d compare it to King Crimson, but I’m sure you’ve had experiences that better approximate than I.”
Jotaro tugs the cap down over his face, taking a deep breath. He’s upset, too, but it’s hard to read what caused it. “I don’t remember that, but I can tell you, it wasn’t an enemy who caused this. You probably noticed the year.”
“I did.” The humor is back. “I admit I’ve been using it to my advantage, but then, you probably expected nothing less.” A pause, then. “I’ll take your word for the source, and won’t ask more. After all, the more who know the secret, the more dangerous it is for him or her, and far be it for me to endanger innocents. Very well, then, the more pressing concern.” Suddenly, the voice is serious. Almost worried. “I’m not certain if you’ve heard of Wolfram & Hart.”
There are groans from all around the room.
The pause is just long enough to indicate that the caller has heard, but he continues as if he’d not heard. “They’re a group of lawyers. At least, that’s what they are on paper, though given their actions I’m sure that is a very inadequate title to describe them. They make several of the previous members of Passione look almost honest. I stopped Mista from shooting one of them in the face, mainly because as harmlessly annoying as they appear, they have some sort of power behind them. I don’t want to make a move until I know exactly what I’m up against—the reason they haven’t acted against us, I’m sure. Unfortunately, they got their hands on a Stand Arrow.”
Jotaro’s suddenly standing. “You’re sure?”
“I learned of its inclusion in an auction too late to get it myself. We’ve been dealing with our unwelcome island visitors. We were able to determine that it was placed on a train, yesterday. I’ve already sent the details to the Speedwagon Foundation, but thought you might be interested in hearing of it personally. I can send a few of my agents, if no one from the Foundation is close enough, but this is a matter that needs to be acted upon as quickly as possible.”
From a look at Jotaro’s face, Buffy can tell that this Italian, whoever he is, did everything he could to stop this from happening, to get someone on the train. Wolfram & Hart is one step ahead of them. She’s getting tired of this.
Willow speaks up, sounding determined and strong like she’d had before the whole addiction mess. “The train has stopped, but it’s in Russia by this point. They’ve been cheating with magic, a little. But we can teleport someone onto it, so maybe we’d be able to deal with it better?”
There’s a chuckle. “You might. If you need any help in this, don’t hesitate to ask. It’s something that concerns us all, after all.”
He hangs up, and Buffy turns to Willow.
“Are you sure you—”
“I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines, and this is important. I could probably teleport and go pick them up, but I’m not sure how long this train is stopping, or how long I can keep this image in my mind. I’m not all-powerful anymore. I’m not even sure how I’m seeing this, so our window of opportunity is shrinking. Like someone poured acid on glass. Or something.” She notices herself starting to babble and shakes her head, forcing herself to focus.
“Do we think the Slaypires were working with Wolfram & Hart?” one of the newer Slayers asks.
“Nope,” Buffy states decisively, and rolls her eyes at the startled looks. “Simone said something about not being a slave. Wolfram & Hart could’ve offered her power, but I got the feeling she thought she had all the girl power she needed to take over the world. They’re in the booklet under ‘creepy monsters’, and I think she wouldn’t work with anyone unless she thought she could control them. So, I’m with the N-O-P-E camp.”
“I agree with Buffy, and it’s not as if we have a lot of time. I recommend we focus on this new threat,” Giles responds. “I’ll help you stabilize the portal, Willow. Just in case, we should also have a group set out the more normal way—perhaps the Russian group of Slayers?”
“I’m going,” Jotaro growls.
“Cous, I want you here to help me find Johan!” Josephine is pouting theatrically.
Green eyes roll skyward. “The kid could be anywhere by now. And besides, you heard. He’s got a Stand now. He can take care of himself. The Arrow’s a real threat, especially in the hands of assholes.”
When he turns and sees swirling, peaceful blue closing, he looks like he’s about to pull out Star Platinum and Ora-Ora something that they’ll have to fix later. “What’s the idea?”
Willow looks sheepish. “Well, Slayers would be too obvious. And it’s not like they’re used to Stand Users, as far as we know. But just one vampire and a few witches would kind of, you know, not be noticed, and you guys were arguing and the picture was getting a little foggy…”
“That,” Buffy states, in a dangerous, flat voice, “…might have been another trap you and Giles blindly walked into.”
“It’s not as if it’s the sort of thing we can just ignore,” Kakyoin argues, the voice of reason, and Buffy sighs, shoulders drooping, trying to ignore the cold working its way up her spine.
“I’ll go stumble through my Russian,” Giles offers, looking suddenly older.
Josephine cracks her neck. “I guess if it's that big a deal, I can use B3. It won't be a fun ride, but as long as you keep all your limbs inside the car you probably won't lose any of them." She walks out of sight of the cameras, chooses a closet, and summons her Stand. The green and yellow electricity-portal appears, smaller this time, and Buffy doesn't feel like passing out this time. Jotaro and Kakyoin start walking over to follow her through, and Buffy gets up to join them, except Josephine comes right back out and the portal closes. She looks confused.
"What happened?" Buffy demands, shortly before Jotaro.
"I...I don't know. If they know about the Arrow, they might have a way to block Stands?" Confusion is quickly giving way to frustration, and Andrew looks suddenly worried about her taking her anger out on his precious computers.
"Whatever the case, our window's gone. They're on their own," he insists, trying to seem reasonable and objective, and Jotaro growls in response and Josephine clenches her fists but no Stands are re-summoned and nothing gets broken.
“We have to trust each other, and realize that sometimes terrible decisions are made simply because we have to try to do our best with the limited time we have,” Sachiko speaks, quiet but wise, and Buffy lets out a long, deep breath, trying to breathe out all the poisonous distrust.
“It’s just…it’s been a while. I’m feeling a little out of practice, saving the world.” She meets the other Slayer in the eyes. “Need any help checking out a creepy old abandoned mansion?”
That earns a laugh. “Find your friend. This isn’t a time when any of us can afford to be alone, physically or otherwise.”
