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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan tries to find Stand and User before they kill him.
Word Count: 1060
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
He doesn’t make it far before it feels like he runs into a solid wall. Johan runs his hand along it, but it doesn’t seem to have any seams. He realizes quickly that he probably looks like a mime, and that’s too close to clowns, and clowns are creeps, and quickly returns his hand to his side, frowning. “It’s probably useless, but you didn’t try punching it really really hard, did you?”
He moves out of the way as Pretender charges the wall with a flurry of fists and a cry of “Torarararara!” He concentrates, trying to feel for the pulse of life. It’d worked for Darling and vampires and random passers-by. Beyond this point, it’s vague and hard to concentrate on. Fitz is still alive, as is Darling, but he can’t tell much more than that, and anyone else is vague, since he doesn’t know them. Apparently, only his connection with the two Stand Users is enough to overcome whatever Stand Effect is cutting him off from the rest of the world. Well, that’s useless, he thinks, realizing that since Stands are weird and maybe not actually alive, he might not be able to sense them, either.
And he’s startled out of that by a pain in his hands. He has to shuffle backward a bit as the wall pushes against the toes of his combat boots. He glances over questioningly, and Pretender looks a little sheepish.
“It’s okay, buddy.” His mind is racing. How can he get out of this?
He looks around, and Pretender catches his thoughts and looks around too. Nothing obvious. Nothing even non-obvious, like a gun or a strange wall (other than the invisible one) or a plug in a rock. It probably was used when he was separated from the others and more vulnerable. But he hadn’t gone far, so it would’ve had to have been quick. The Slaypire? (He’s proud of Dawn for that name, but now’s not the time.) But how? Surely, even if they were working with Wolfram & Hart, it would’ve taken longer to get the Arrow to them, or work out the contract. Unless they were using some weird teleporty or time magic.
If that had been the User, he might be out of luck, because it’ll turn out to be like Notorious BIG or Anubis or something, and unless he finds the Stand soon…
The vending machine is a good place to start. He runs back out and in that direction. He narrowly avoids someone who drops their shopping and then looks confused and vaguely upset, but doesn’t bother apologizing, since they either won’t hear or will forget two seconds later anyway.
And there’s…there’s something weird. It looks like a boombox. A couple of people had brought those to school, but they had been changing to portable CD players. Of course, he couldn’t really afford either of them. Willow had gotten him a CD player on his birthday, and he’d carried it around everywhere until he’d accidentally broken it skateboarding.
It’s blue and purple and has glitter and sparkles and goofy stickers all over. How hadn’t he noticed it?
Oh, that’s right, he had, but he’d been a little distracted by how thirsty he is and by a fight with one of the Slayers he’d recruited. It’s a pretty powerful effect, but does that mean it’s indestructible? He can get Pretender to Tora it a lot, or maybe just pour Hamon into it until it breaks. Then he can rejoin the others. It’ll—
He falls flat on his butt maybe a foot and a half from it. It took him too long to realize. The invisible wall’s crept in enough he can’t reach.
“Looks like you realized Stereo Love’s location, but it’s a bit too late for you. How’s it feel to be a helpless, mute mime, unable to affect the world around you?”
And with that sneering tone, a teenager steps from the shadows. He sneers.
Bronzed skin, like he’s been spending way too much time at the beach or in a tanning salon. Metal curls around his ears. Badly bleached hair, a hoodie and jeans that are falling apart, bare feet.
I should’ve noticed there was someone else around who didn’t react to a Slaypire dusting. This isn’t Sunnydale. People don’t just pretend nothing happens as a survival mechanism. He notices the kid is staying outside the wall. So both User and Stand are outside the range of effect…for the moment. There has to be a weakness, though. Every Stand has one. “Why attack me?” he asks calmly, even as Pretender picks up one of the potted plants and hurls it at the User. It smashes against the invisible wall with a tremendous crash, and the User flinches.
He’s got an ego. He came back to gloat. But he’s not confident which is why he’s staying carefully out of range like a coward.
The User shrugs, squatting and staring with cold, cruel eyes. There's something on his wrist, but it's too hard to see. “Guess you could call it a final. I pass, and I’m in.”
“In what?” Some kind of group that requires a confirmed kill? Why am I suddenly thinking Magneto’s mutants, that has no relevance on real life at the moment. Dio? No, as far as I know he’s dead. I watched him dust myself. Well…Jotaro did, but same thing, pretty much. Dio worshipers? Jotaro’s been worried about that for a while, and even Josuke is although he’s a little more laid back about it all. Who’s collecting Stand Users? Because if he’s the only one trying to pass this ‘final’, I’ll eat Speedwagon’s hat. With a little salt and lots and lots of water. He puts his hands over his ears, hoping to block out any sound the Stand boombox might have, but when he moves forward it has no effect. The wall is as solid as ever.
Another shrug at the question, a sneer at the action. The kid’s aching to tell someone. He’s nervous about this, whatever it is. Isn’t sure whether it’s the right thing, isn’t sure whether he’ll survive. But he also is afraid of talking about it. “You’re going to be dead soon enough. And if you think I’m the idiot who’ll spill all his plans, think again.”
Stalemate. He has to make his move soon.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan tries to find Stand and User before they kill him.
Word Count: 1060
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
He doesn’t make it far before it feels like he runs into a solid wall. Johan runs his hand along it, but it doesn’t seem to have any seams. He realizes quickly that he probably looks like a mime, and that’s too close to clowns, and clowns are creeps, and quickly returns his hand to his side, frowning. “It’s probably useless, but you didn’t try punching it really really hard, did you?”
He moves out of the way as Pretender charges the wall with a flurry of fists and a cry of “Torarararara!” He concentrates, trying to feel for the pulse of life. It’d worked for Darling and vampires and random passers-by. Beyond this point, it’s vague and hard to concentrate on. Fitz is still alive, as is Darling, but he can’t tell much more than that, and anyone else is vague, since he doesn’t know them. Apparently, only his connection with the two Stand Users is enough to overcome whatever Stand Effect is cutting him off from the rest of the world. Well, that’s useless, he thinks, realizing that since Stands are weird and maybe not actually alive, he might not be able to sense them, either.
And he’s startled out of that by a pain in his hands. He has to shuffle backward a bit as the wall pushes against the toes of his combat boots. He glances over questioningly, and Pretender looks a little sheepish.
“It’s okay, buddy.” His mind is racing. How can he get out of this?
He looks around, and Pretender catches his thoughts and looks around too. Nothing obvious. Nothing even non-obvious, like a gun or a strange wall (other than the invisible one) or a plug in a rock. It probably was used when he was separated from the others and more vulnerable. But he hadn’t gone far, so it would’ve had to have been quick. The Slaypire? (He’s proud of Dawn for that name, but now’s not the time.) But how? Surely, even if they were working with Wolfram & Hart, it would’ve taken longer to get the Arrow to them, or work out the contract. Unless they were using some weird teleporty or time magic.
If that had been the User, he might be out of luck, because it’ll turn out to be like Notorious BIG or Anubis or something, and unless he finds the Stand soon…
The vending machine is a good place to start. He runs back out and in that direction. He narrowly avoids someone who drops their shopping and then looks confused and vaguely upset, but doesn’t bother apologizing, since they either won’t hear or will forget two seconds later anyway.
And there’s…there’s something weird. It looks like a boombox. A couple of people had brought those to school, but they had been changing to portable CD players. Of course, he couldn’t really afford either of them. Willow had gotten him a CD player on his birthday, and he’d carried it around everywhere until he’d accidentally broken it skateboarding.
It’s blue and purple and has glitter and sparkles and goofy stickers all over. How hadn’t he noticed it?
Oh, that’s right, he had, but he’d been a little distracted by how thirsty he is and by a fight with one of the Slayers he’d recruited. It’s a pretty powerful effect, but does that mean it’s indestructible? He can get Pretender to Tora it a lot, or maybe just pour Hamon into it until it breaks. Then he can rejoin the others. It’ll—
He falls flat on his butt maybe a foot and a half from it. It took him too long to realize. The invisible wall’s crept in enough he can’t reach.
“Looks like you realized Stereo Love’s location, but it’s a bit too late for you. How’s it feel to be a helpless, mute mime, unable to affect the world around you?”
And with that sneering tone, a teenager steps from the shadows. He sneers.
Bronzed skin, like he’s been spending way too much time at the beach or in a tanning salon. Metal curls around his ears. Badly bleached hair, a hoodie and jeans that are falling apart, bare feet.
I should’ve noticed there was someone else around who didn’t react to a Slaypire dusting. This isn’t Sunnydale. People don’t just pretend nothing happens as a survival mechanism. He notices the kid is staying outside the wall. So both User and Stand are outside the range of effect…for the moment. There has to be a weakness, though. Every Stand has one. “Why attack me?” he asks calmly, even as Pretender picks up one of the potted plants and hurls it at the User. It smashes against the invisible wall with a tremendous crash, and the User flinches.
He’s got an ego. He came back to gloat. But he’s not confident which is why he’s staying carefully out of range like a coward.
The User shrugs, squatting and staring with cold, cruel eyes. There's something on his wrist, but it's too hard to see. “Guess you could call it a final. I pass, and I’m in.”
“In what?” Some kind of group that requires a confirmed kill? Why am I suddenly thinking Magneto’s mutants, that has no relevance on real life at the moment. Dio? No, as far as I know he’s dead. I watched him dust myself. Well…Jotaro did, but same thing, pretty much. Dio worshipers? Jotaro’s been worried about that for a while, and even Josuke is although he’s a little more laid back about it all. Who’s collecting Stand Users? Because if he’s the only one trying to pass this ‘final’, I’ll eat Speedwagon’s hat. With a little salt and lots and lots of water. He puts his hands over his ears, hoping to block out any sound the Stand boombox might have, but when he moves forward it has no effect. The wall is as solid as ever.
Another shrug at the question, a sneer at the action. The kid’s aching to tell someone. He’s nervous about this, whatever it is. Isn’t sure whether it’s the right thing, isn’t sure whether he’ll survive. But he also is afraid of talking about it. “You’re going to be dead soon enough. And if you think I’m the idiot who’ll spill all his plans, think again.”
Stalemate. He has to make his move soon.
