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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling Violetta has to fight the Stand Sons of Dixie without her own Stand.
Word Count: 1261
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Chapter alternatively titled Beautiful Moment.
She has no idea if the User plans to kill her. Doesn’t want to give him the chance. But in any case, it’ll hurt him, too. Probably.
Only one way to find out.
She headbutts the snake.
Her brains rattle around and it hurts, but she doesn’t miss the hissed surprise. It’s not like when she tried it on an adult. The snake might be as strong as Whisper, so the bones don’t break, but she also doesn’t feel like passing out and doesn’t see any weird shapes. The other, though…
“I suppose that’s an approach you could take,” he admits, voice strained, Sons of Dixie pulling away from her.
Unfortunately, from where it curls up, floating above the ground, it can strike out at any moment and it’s out of reach. She might be able to deflect it using the dagger, but that’s only if her reflexes are faster. And Whisper is pretty fast.
Besides, she’s pretty sure she’s holding back, subconsciously or not. That’s not really Whisper, she tells herself, but her eyes still see her oldest friend. Her only friend, for a while. She’d found Whisper outside, wounded and struggling, and even though she’d been hurt, too, she fed him and nursed him back to life. He was her pet. Her secret. He was there for her, curling up with her when she cried herself to sleep, alone. He had her back when she had to steal to survive. He kept her safe. He liked her for who she was and didn’t try to change her or yell at her or judge her for trying to survive. Maybe that was required for a Stand. If it really was a part of you. She realized, early on, that he wasn’t exactly a normal snake (normal snakes didn’t float when they felt like it, even if he could pretend when they needed to blend in), but this whole ‘he’s a part of her soul’ is new to her. It probably did mean that it had to like you. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t like him any less, or think of him as less of a friend, and that means attacking him hard. It’s like if the Stand took the form of Jojo or Mr. Speedwagon. She’d have a hard time attacking something wearing their shapes, too, even if she knew for sure it wasn’t them.
Holding back isn’t going to help her win this fight.
While she’s distracted, Sons of Dixie strikes, and it takes falling to the floor to get out of the way. At least she’s practiced that, when getting out of places she isn’t supposed to be. She hears the warning hiss again and dives into one of the stalls, pulling the door shut behind her, hearing the body slam against the plastic. She quickly clambers onto the toilet seat, pulling her legs up. It won’t work forever, she knows. It’s only stalling for time, which isn’t exactly her friend. She might have friends now, but she can’t count on them to show up and win the day. Not because they don’t care or they’re false friends or anything. Because this is the real world, and last minute rescues aren’t realistic.
“Hiding like a coward isn’t going to help you. It’s a lesson we’ve learned too well, haven’t we?” he asks. She hasn’t noticed a sign of him being in the room, but she holds her breath and listens really really hard, just to be sure. If he’s here, he’s doing the exact same thing as her. Not that she’d exactly want to fight him, either.
She sees scales peek under the stall. She strikes out with the dagger and it vanishes with an annoyed hiss. “We could come from so many angles. That isn’t exactly a fortress you have there, Darling.” Frankly, if she wasn’t so scared the platitudes would begin to tick her off. Not that he’s not being charming and persuasive and all that stuff, but the attitude like she doesn’t even have a chance is really getting annoying.
And that’s when the idea comes to her. It’s a crazy plan, but it just might work, because he seems to have trouble thinking of things when they seem unlikely or out of character.
That also explains where he’s going to attack from. He came in from the left, and was rebuffed. So he’s probably going to attack from the right. And above, because it’s something a normal person wouldn’t think of, given that it’s a snake after all, and it’s what she’d do. So she waits, trying to still her breathing and staring at the spot.
She only has a second to prepare. It’s actually coming from the front to the right. She sees it out of the corner of her eye; the movement as it strikes over the edge, and she doesn’t flinch or dodge out of the way or slash out with a brilliant blade. Sons of Dixie actually dodges like it was expecting an attack and then sinks fangs into her shoulder.
It’s a good thing that Whisper isn’t physically poisonous. Or this Stand would probably have been able to copy that, too. That’s not to say it doesn’t hurt. It does, a lot, but she’s not unused to pain, and it’s not going to stop her from grabbing the snake around the throat.
It surges its muscles into staying in the wound, like she’s just going to try to brute force drag it out. Which is wrong. While it’s biting her, it can’t do other things. Like dodging.
She holds the dagger carefully to the thing’s throat. “What would happen,” she asks quietly, “…if I cut the throat of your Stand? Or took off Sons of Dixie’s head? It won’t be easy; Whisper’s not exactly a weakling. But the scales aren’t like Lotus Juice. It’s the power that makes them hard to touch. And since you can’t copy that too, it just takes a little strength to deal with that. Even if it takes a little while, I bet it’ll hurt.” She didn’t miss the pained reaction to the snake. If he was completely unconnected to his Stand, this wouldn’t work, but given that he reacted to the pain when Sons of Dixie got hurt, he was hardly unconnected to his Stand.
Sons of Dixie freezes, like it’s trying not to antagonize her. They remain a frozen tableau for a full minute before a chuckle meets her. “I can feel your fear. You don’t want to do this.” No, she doesn’t, but if she doesn’t back off she doesn’t have a choice. He wasn’t wrong; she is a survivor. “…But I can also feel your determination,” he adds quickly, as if sensing her resolve. “I wasn’t wrong about your strength. I believe you’ll survive this, too. Just as you’ve survived me.” Sons of Dixie begins to fade in her hands, just as the voice does. “Just a warning while I can. One of Harris’s relatives is on his way, but he’ll be waylaid.”
She opens the stall door and almost expects to see eyes again, but there’s nothing. “Wait, who? Who’s attacking him?” she asks, but the feeling of watchfulness is gone, as is the heaviness on her heart, of her Stand, and she’s alone talking to an empty bathroom again.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling Violetta has to fight the Stand Sons of Dixie without her own Stand.
Word Count: 1261
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Chapter alternatively titled Beautiful Moment.
It’s not the best idea. She knows that. She’s tried the move on security guards before and only barely managed to escape thanks to Whisper, but that’s not an option here, and if she passes out, well.
She has no idea if the User plans to kill her. Doesn’t want to give him the chance. But in any case, it’ll hurt him, too. Probably.
Only one way to find out.
She headbutts the snake.
Her brains rattle around and it hurts, but she doesn’t miss the hissed surprise. It’s not like when she tried it on an adult. The snake might be as strong as Whisper, so the bones don’t break, but she also doesn’t feel like passing out and doesn’t see any weird shapes. The other, though…
“I suppose that’s an approach you could take,” he admits, voice strained, Sons of Dixie pulling away from her.
Unfortunately, from where it curls up, floating above the ground, it can strike out at any moment and it’s out of reach. She might be able to deflect it using the dagger, but that’s only if her reflexes are faster. And Whisper is pretty fast.
Besides, she’s pretty sure she’s holding back, subconsciously or not. That’s not really Whisper, she tells herself, but her eyes still see her oldest friend. Her only friend, for a while. She’d found Whisper outside, wounded and struggling, and even though she’d been hurt, too, she fed him and nursed him back to life. He was her pet. Her secret. He was there for her, curling up with her when she cried herself to sleep, alone. He had her back when she had to steal to survive. He kept her safe. He liked her for who she was and didn’t try to change her or yell at her or judge her for trying to survive. Maybe that was required for a Stand. If it really was a part of you. She realized, early on, that he wasn’t exactly a normal snake (normal snakes didn’t float when they felt like it, even if he could pretend when they needed to blend in), but this whole ‘he’s a part of her soul’ is new to her. It probably did mean that it had to like you. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t like him any less, or think of him as less of a friend, and that means attacking him hard. It’s like if the Stand took the form of Jojo or Mr. Speedwagon. She’d have a hard time attacking something wearing their shapes, too, even if she knew for sure it wasn’t them.
Holding back isn’t going to help her win this fight.
While she’s distracted, Sons of Dixie strikes, and it takes falling to the floor to get out of the way. At least she’s practiced that, when getting out of places she isn’t supposed to be. She hears the warning hiss again and dives into one of the stalls, pulling the door shut behind her, hearing the body slam against the plastic. She quickly clambers onto the toilet seat, pulling her legs up. It won’t work forever, she knows. It’s only stalling for time, which isn’t exactly her friend. She might have friends now, but she can’t count on them to show up and win the day. Not because they don’t care or they’re false friends or anything. Because this is the real world, and last minute rescues aren’t realistic.
“Hiding like a coward isn’t going to help you. It’s a lesson we’ve learned too well, haven’t we?” he asks. She hasn’t noticed a sign of him being in the room, but she holds her breath and listens really really hard, just to be sure. If he’s here, he’s doing the exact same thing as her. Not that she’d exactly want to fight him, either.
She sees scales peek under the stall. She strikes out with the dagger and it vanishes with an annoyed hiss. “We could come from so many angles. That isn’t exactly a fortress you have there, Darling.” Frankly, if she wasn’t so scared the platitudes would begin to tick her off. Not that he’s not being charming and persuasive and all that stuff, but the attitude like she doesn’t even have a chance is really getting annoying.
And that’s when the idea comes to her. It’s a crazy plan, but it just might work, because he seems to have trouble thinking of things when they seem unlikely or out of character.
That also explains where he’s going to attack from. He came in from the left, and was rebuffed. So he’s probably going to attack from the right. And above, because it’s something a normal person wouldn’t think of, given that it’s a snake after all, and it’s what she’d do. So she waits, trying to still her breathing and staring at the spot.
She only has a second to prepare. It’s actually coming from the front to the right. She sees it out of the corner of her eye; the movement as it strikes over the edge, and she doesn’t flinch or dodge out of the way or slash out with a brilliant blade. Sons of Dixie actually dodges like it was expecting an attack and then sinks fangs into her shoulder.
It’s a good thing that Whisper isn’t physically poisonous. Or this Stand would probably have been able to copy that, too. That’s not to say it doesn’t hurt. It does, a lot, but she’s not unused to pain, and it’s not going to stop her from grabbing the snake around the throat.
It surges its muscles into staying in the wound, like she’s just going to try to brute force drag it out. Which is wrong. While it’s biting her, it can’t do other things. Like dodging.
She holds the dagger carefully to the thing’s throat. “What would happen,” she asks quietly, “…if I cut the throat of your Stand? Or took off Sons of Dixie’s head? It won’t be easy; Whisper’s not exactly a weakling. But the scales aren’t like Lotus Juice. It’s the power that makes them hard to touch. And since you can’t copy that too, it just takes a little strength to deal with that. Even if it takes a little while, I bet it’ll hurt.” She didn’t miss the pained reaction to the snake. If he was completely unconnected to his Stand, this wouldn’t work, but given that he reacted to the pain when Sons of Dixie got hurt, he was hardly unconnected to his Stand.
Sons of Dixie freezes, like it’s trying not to antagonize her. They remain a frozen tableau for a full minute before a chuckle meets her. “I can feel your fear. You don’t want to do this.” No, she doesn’t, but if she doesn’t back off she doesn’t have a choice. He wasn’t wrong; she is a survivor. “…But I can also feel your determination,” he adds quickly, as if sensing her resolve. “I wasn’t wrong about your strength. I believe you’ll survive this, too. Just as you’ve survived me.” Sons of Dixie begins to fade in her hands, just as the voice does. “Just a warning while I can. One of Harris’s relatives is on his way, but he’ll be waylaid.”
She opens the stall door and almost expects to see eyes again, but there’s nothing. “Wait, who? Who’s attacking him?” she asks, but the feeling of watchfulness is gone, as is the heaviness on her heart, of her Stand, and she’s alone talking to an empty bathroom again.
