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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling Violetta has to fight the hostile Stand User...
Word Count: 1040
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Except that she has nothing to attack. She can’t just randomly use Whisper on the whole room in the hopes of finding an invisible person. Whisper is fairly strong, so she’d probably just succeed in destruction of public spaces, or whatever the police are likely to say. If they catch her, which they’re on the run, so it might make their lives more difficult, even as the three of them might get away.
Where are Fitz and Jojo? Maybe they’re being attacked by a different Stand User at the moment; she can’t count on them riding in as cavalry to save the day.
There’s another laugh, right behind her, and she glances over her shoulder. There’s nothing. So maybe it’s in the mirror. Can Stands even exist in mirrors?
She points at the mirror and instructs Violent Whispers, “Attack!”
And the laugh grows louder. “You have no idea how Sons of Dixie works. No idea what you’re facing.”
And Whisper rears up and hisses, feathered wings flaring out to their fullest extent, and strikes, breaking the glass into a thousand splinters. It looks particularly impressive, and the voice goes quiet for a moment, so she thinks that she wins for a moment.
And then the hiss comes again, and she only has a second to react before there’s a snake wrapped around her throat, choking her. Whisper is attacking her. She can’t breathe, and it’s all she can do to not remember old memories, rising to haunt her. It doesn’t matter, it’s not now, she’s dying now. She’s dizzy, fighting for breath. “What’re you—Whisper??” she croaks and doesn’t even recognize her own voice.
Which makes sense. After all, she’s unable to recognize her own soul.
She tries desperately to remember what had happened when Whisper attacked in the throat. She’s fairly sure she only used that particular attack once, on a security guard when she was really young and really scared that he’d catch her and throw her in jail. That was before she realized that Whisper wasn’t just an ordinary snake and could make people hurt or feel emotions. What had happened? What was the side effect?
It wasn’t the despair she feels for a bit. Her only protection is gone. That’s hands. Worry is associated with the back. Hunger with the stomach.
Is it the crushing sense of betrayal? Would Whisper even affect her, like he affects other people, because it’s part of her? Is betrayal just the natural response of a person suddenly being attacked by their own Stand? Or is it really Whisper? Though even if Whisper isn’t making her feel this, she needs to get him off her throat soon or she’s going to pass out. Her scrabbling fingers manage to find some purchase, enough to give her a few gasps of air. The pressure slowly increases, like it’s trying to crush her throat completely. This isn’t how I want to die. I don’t want Jojo or even Fitz to find my body like this.
There’s the anger. And if Whisper was working, then she’d be feeling blood trickling down over her eyes, but no. Apparently Whisper’s effects don’t work on her. It makes sense, considering she pets Whisper all the time, and it’s possibly touch that does it. (Or an attack, in which case it’d work now and not before, but the effect isn’t kicking in now, so Whisper just doesn’t work on her.)
“What is your Stand?” she gasps, barely audible, but the creepy, chuckly voice certainly hears her.
“I’ll give you a hint—I already gave you one. It was one of the first sentences I said to you, in this little conversation of ours,” the User responds.
She’s incapable of thinking back and concentrating on that. It seems so long ago, and her mind is a vague abyss.
And then she realizes something. There’s something hollow in her heart, like something’s missing. But at the same time, there’s something there, something deadened and hid from the world, but it is there. And as she scrabbles at the scales, broken and wet from blood cut by the glass, her hands and body are untouched, even as her head swims.
She hates violence but usually has a knife with her, because usually it’s practically useful for cutting cords or as a makeshift screwdriver or whatever. And it’s worth a try now, especially if it’s part of her. That’s more justifiable.
She pulls the knife out and slashes. It’s not very long, but it’s enough to cut the scales. She waits for the inevitable pain. Nothing. Though that might be because she’s about to pass out. She uses the flat of the blade to pry Whisper off her, even slightly, and gasp for air. The air smells weird. Sweet, but weird. Her head’s still spinning.
If she’s not feeling the pain, then…
He’d said something about being a whisper. Her conscience. She’d thought he was just being metaphorical, but he was also quite possibly being literal as well.
Then that isn’t Whisper. So what’s beside her, attempting to strangle her to death?
“That’s your Stand, isn’t it?” she manages, prying it off with one hand and a knife.
The laugh, this time, is gentle. “Well done, Darling. Meet Sons of Dixie. Sons of Dixie can replicate any power, including that of another Stand. And since one person cannot have two Stands, well…you’re limited to the Stand under my power. So, what are you planning to do now?”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling Violetta has to fight the hostile Stand User...
Word Count: 1040
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Darling sounds all strong, but she doesn’t feel the confidence in her voice. She’s hearing this Stand User’s voice, but she doesn’t actually see anyone. It’s a disembodied voice, so what can she attack? Whisper’s really strong, but only if she has a target. She’d even almost dealt with Jojo, which had been a mistake, which meant she’d almost accidentally killed a person, worse a nice person, but still. He was strong. And so was Fitz. So if she’s strong enough to deal with Jojo and Fitz, if she hadn’t held back, and they’re really strong, and all those people who had tried to deal with her when she was just trying to survive, then she’s strong enough to deal with this person, whoever they are.
Except that she has nothing to attack. She can’t just randomly use Whisper on the whole room in the hopes of finding an invisible person. Whisper is fairly strong, so she’d probably just succeed in destruction of public spaces, or whatever the police are likely to say. If they catch her, which they’re on the run, so it might make their lives more difficult, even as the three of them might get away.
Where are Fitz and Jojo? Maybe they’re being attacked by a different Stand User at the moment; she can’t count on them riding in as cavalry to save the day.
There’s another laugh, right behind her, and she glances over her shoulder. There’s nothing. So maybe it’s in the mirror. Can Stands even exist in mirrors?
She points at the mirror and instructs Violent Whispers, “Attack!”
And the laugh grows louder. “You have no idea how Sons of Dixie works. No idea what you’re facing.”
And Whisper rears up and hisses, feathered wings flaring out to their fullest extent, and strikes, breaking the glass into a thousand splinters. It looks particularly impressive, and the voice goes quiet for a moment, so she thinks that she wins for a moment.
And then the hiss comes again, and she only has a second to react before there’s a snake wrapped around her throat, choking her. Whisper is attacking her. She can’t breathe, and it’s all she can do to not remember old memories, rising to haunt her. It doesn’t matter, it’s not now, she’s dying now. She’s dizzy, fighting for breath. “What’re you—Whisper??” she croaks and doesn’t even recognize her own voice.
Which makes sense. After all, she’s unable to recognize her own soul.
She tries desperately to remember what had happened when Whisper attacked in the throat. She’s fairly sure she only used that particular attack once, on a security guard when she was really young and really scared that he’d catch her and throw her in jail. That was before she realized that Whisper wasn’t just an ordinary snake and could make people hurt or feel emotions. What had happened? What was the side effect?
It wasn’t the despair she feels for a bit. Her only protection is gone. That’s hands. Worry is associated with the back. Hunger with the stomach.
Is it the crushing sense of betrayal? Would Whisper even affect her, like he affects other people, because it’s part of her? Is betrayal just the natural response of a person suddenly being attacked by their own Stand? Or is it really Whisper? Though even if Whisper isn’t making her feel this, she needs to get him off her throat soon or she’s going to pass out. Her scrabbling fingers manage to find some purchase, enough to give her a few gasps of air. The pressure slowly increases, like it’s trying to crush her throat completely. This isn’t how I want to die. I don’t want Jojo or even Fitz to find my body like this.
There’s the anger. And if Whisper was working, then she’d be feeling blood trickling down over her eyes, but no. Apparently Whisper’s effects don’t work on her. It makes sense, considering she pets Whisper all the time, and it’s possibly touch that does it. (Or an attack, in which case it’d work now and not before, but the effect isn’t kicking in now, so Whisper just doesn’t work on her.)
“What is your Stand?” she gasps, barely audible, but the creepy, chuckly voice certainly hears her.
“I’ll give you a hint—I already gave you one. It was one of the first sentences I said to you, in this little conversation of ours,” the User responds.
She’s incapable of thinking back and concentrating on that. It seems so long ago, and her mind is a vague abyss.
And then she realizes something. There’s something hollow in her heart, like something’s missing. But at the same time, there’s something there, something deadened and hid from the world, but it is there. And as she scrabbles at the scales, broken and wet from blood cut by the glass, her hands and body are untouched, even as her head swims.
She hates violence but usually has a knife with her, because usually it’s practically useful for cutting cords or as a makeshift screwdriver or whatever. And it’s worth a try now, especially if it’s part of her. That’s more justifiable.
She pulls the knife out and slashes. It’s not very long, but it’s enough to cut the scales. She waits for the inevitable pain. Nothing. Though that might be because she’s about to pass out. She uses the flat of the blade to pry Whisper off her, even slightly, and gasp for air. The air smells weird. Sweet, but weird. Her head’s still spinning.
If she’s not feeling the pain, then…
He’d said something about being a whisper. Her conscience. She’d thought he was just being metaphorical, but he was also quite possibly being literal as well.
Then that isn’t Whisper. So what’s beside her, attempting to strangle her to death?
“That’s your Stand, isn’t it?” she manages, prying it off with one hand and a knife.
The laugh, this time, is gentle. “Well done, Darling. Meet Sons of Dixie. Sons of Dixie can replicate any power, including that of another Stand. And since one person cannot have two Stands, well…you’re limited to the Stand under my power. So, what are you planning to do now?”
