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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan, Fitz, and Darling have a chat with the new Stand User.
Word Count: 1450
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“Trying to save them, actually. It’s what I’ve been doing for seven years,” he answers, honest and respectful, and tries to dredge up every memory of The Soldier and shove it into his demeanor.
It must work, because after a long moment of merely eyeing them all, she relaxes further and reaches to her belt, replacing the gun at her side.
Fitz nearly rushes her, but Xander casually elbows him, sending him reeling and coughing for air.
She raises one blonde eyebrow and pulls what looks like a short-range two-way radio from her belt. “Cyborg to Hood, do you copy?”
They hear a sigh from the other side. “Do we really have to use all the military—” There’s something about his voice, too, that’s familiar, but Jojo can’t place it, either.
The man’s cut off. “Do you copy?” she repeats impatiently.
“Copy, over,” her partner responds, and if the tone is any indication he’s rolling his eyes.
She sighs and rubs her forehead a little, the Stand fading away. “Hood, they are non-hostiles, over.”
“Oh, good, I don’t have to shoot people today,” the voice responds cheerfully.
There’s an awkward pause before the voice adds sulkily, “Over.”
“You haven’t seen any sign of the User, correct?” she asks, a little frustrated.
“I would’ve called you the second I noticed anything. Which I haven’t. Though it’s affecting all the statues in the city, so it must be here.” Instantly Xander realizes what they’re talking about—they’re looking for the Stand User creating the moving stone gargoyles. Which has apparently hurt civilians. Which means that the only thing to do is to offer to help. And as much as Fitz might grumble, he’d agree that it’s the right decision.
Of course, there’s Darling. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. This isn’t her fight, and she’s only a kid. It’s not like he’s going to forbid her from joining in, because he knows he hated that coming from Giles or the other Scoobies, but he’s going to give her a choice. He would’ve appreciated that. If she doesn’t want to join in, he’ll ask Fitz to protect her and go with the military lady and the voice over the phone to deal with this. After all, she’d just lost her parents to violence, was (while a thief) opposed to violence, and had participated in her first Stand battle, which certainly had helped her overall confidence, but he didn’t expect it had made her more likely to seek out or enjoy battle.
“And I didn’t see your grandfather, either,” the voice continues, and all of Johan’s rapidly moving thought processes grind to a halt.
“Hello, Non-hostile #2 here, you said her grandfather? What about her grandfather?” he asks loudly, before he can double-guess himself.
“You seem like you’ll fit right in,” the voice welcomes him cheerfully. “Stand User, or student of Sendo?”
“Both,” he answers honestly, ignoring the suddenly appraising glance and long, impressed whistle coming from the radio. “Though new at the use of both,” he adds, honestly. “If there’s someone hurting innocents, I want to help stop them.”
The woman looks him over, probably assessing his use as an ally, and he salutes her instantly. His clothing isn’t quite right, but he manages to get if not a completely perfect salute, a close enough approximation.
Although Fitz messes up his heel placement a little when he kicks sideways at him like a restless horse.
And then she starts laughing. Like Buffy, it’s not a small, feminine laugh, but a large, body-shaking, everyone-in-the-street-can-hear laugh. “I like you,” she announces to the world, almost bellowing. “You have spirit.”
He manages to mostly hide his smile. “You didn’t explain about your grandfather.”
“Her sense of priorities is sometimes a little…skewed,” her partner explains. It’s long-suffering and it’s fond. “I’ll see you all a lot closer. We’re going to have to strategize with more people, anyway. Hood out.”
“We’ll talk as we go.” She’s softened the bellow to just slightly above average. “We’ve been receiving surreptitious communications about ‘opportunities for Stand Users’. I don’t think they realized Robin was not a Stand User.” Probably Hood. Robin Hood? Was that an actual name, or was that a joke? Then again, he’s heard the Slayers call him Sergeant Fury, so it’s not like he has room to talk. “Joining an organization, getting benefits. It mentioned a ‘test’. Robin and I were investigating the source to learn more. There have been a lot of attacks on Stand Users lately, so we believe that this organization, whoever they are, are trying to gain total control over Stand Users. Either you’re with them or against them.”
“That matches what we’ve learned so far,” Xander agrees, effortlessly dodging another elbow coming in his direction. He stumbles a little as Darling practically buries herself in his side, but spares her a reassuring smile and throws an arm around her shoulder. It’s scary, and they haven’t really had time to talk about it, but that’s okay. They will.
“Opa Kaulitz was in the hospital with a fever for months. He disappeared from the hospital, but we found a similar envelope in his room. He must have, what is the correct term, developed a Stand?” The slap is loud and startles him, until he realizes she’s slammed a fist into her own hand. “I’m German and proud. I can take care of myself! But my father’s side of the family never wanted to know much about my mother’s side, so he never knew how strong I was. I’m still the little blonde girl stealing some of his beer on holidays.”
“Oh, yeah, before we go any further,” he interrupts, not wanting her to get into a ‘I am Slayer; Must Roar’ rant if only because he’s heard it a thousand times before and it never gets any less intimidating from women who could easily twist him into a pretzel and break every bone. “This is Fitz and Darling. You know what the Stand you’re looking for looks like?”
She pivots on her heel and bows to the other two, walking backwards without breaking stride. “Yes, though I’ve only seen it from a distance through my binoculars. It’s a large Western stone dragon, larger than any normal statue.”
“Those are some nice binoculars,” Fitz admits grudgingly, still quietly furious. That Xander had acted without even asking him, probably, although he’s fairly certain that following his instincts saved them. Hopefully, he won’t end up storming off, because the last time he’d done that Jojo had barely survived the emotional fallout of losing a friend—
“Of course they are!” she exclaims, back to firmly outdoor voice again. “German manufactured goods are the best!”
Johan suddenly stops walking, feeling like he’s walked face first into a solid wall (and, given the loudness of her voice, maybe it was made of her very words). At least Fitz is getting over that weird British thing against touching, because he’s got a steadying hand on Xander’s shoulder which honestly he needs. “Are you all right, Jojo?” he asks, not bothering to hide his worry behind manners.
“Von Stroheim,” he gasps, and he’s pretty sure he’s in shock and is really pale. He’s not sure why he’s so surprised about this.
“I share my grandfather’s belief in the beauty of Germany, but I am no Nazi!” she snarls, and the anger in her eyes helps pull him a little out of it.
He’s still shaky, but he can manage a smile at her. “I know. Pretender helps me tap into the memories of my ancestors. Let me properly introduce myself—Johan Higashikata, though you would probably better recognize me if I said Johan Joestar. Joseph, though he never said so out loud, and probably used some less than complimentary words too, considered your maternal grandfather a friend.”
It’s her turn to be surprised, though she handles it better. They stand there, a pathetic parody of the stand-off from earlier, and then she hugs him. She actually picks him up and drives all the breath out of his lungs. He’s half convinced she’s a Slayer as well as a Stand User, because that much strength isn’t normal, unless—maybe, German science?
“It’s possible to love people even when they’re imperfect, or maybe even awful. Because no one’s just one thing,” Darling says thoughtfully, voice a whisper, and one-handed Jojo pulls her into the hug too.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan, Fitz, and Darling have a chat with the new Stand User.
Word Count: 1450
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
She takes a quick look at Pretender and instantly relaxes. It’s not that obvious to an untrained eye, but the relief and the way her eyes soften is a big clue. “You have not been harming civilians,” she states, but he’s pretty sure it’s actually a question.
“Trying to save them, actually. It’s what I’ve been doing for seven years,” he answers, honest and respectful, and tries to dredge up every memory of The Soldier and shove it into his demeanor.
It must work, because after a long moment of merely eyeing them all, she relaxes further and reaches to her belt, replacing the gun at her side.
Fitz nearly rushes her, but Xander casually elbows him, sending him reeling and coughing for air.
She raises one blonde eyebrow and pulls what looks like a short-range two-way radio from her belt. “Cyborg to Hood, do you copy?”
They hear a sigh from the other side. “Do we really have to use all the military—” There’s something about his voice, too, that’s familiar, but Jojo can’t place it, either.
The man’s cut off. “Do you copy?” she repeats impatiently.
“Copy, over,” her partner responds, and if the tone is any indication he’s rolling his eyes.
She sighs and rubs her forehead a little, the Stand fading away. “Hood, they are non-hostiles, over.”
“Oh, good, I don’t have to shoot people today,” the voice responds cheerfully.
There’s an awkward pause before the voice adds sulkily, “Over.”
“You haven’t seen any sign of the User, correct?” she asks, a little frustrated.
“I would’ve called you the second I noticed anything. Which I haven’t. Though it’s affecting all the statues in the city, so it must be here.” Instantly Xander realizes what they’re talking about—they’re looking for the Stand User creating the moving stone gargoyles. Which has apparently hurt civilians. Which means that the only thing to do is to offer to help. And as much as Fitz might grumble, he’d agree that it’s the right decision.
Of course, there’s Darling. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable. This isn’t her fight, and she’s only a kid. It’s not like he’s going to forbid her from joining in, because he knows he hated that coming from Giles or the other Scoobies, but he’s going to give her a choice. He would’ve appreciated that. If she doesn’t want to join in, he’ll ask Fitz to protect her and go with the military lady and the voice over the phone to deal with this. After all, she’d just lost her parents to violence, was (while a thief) opposed to violence, and had participated in her first Stand battle, which certainly had helped her overall confidence, but he didn’t expect it had made her more likely to seek out or enjoy battle.
“And I didn’t see your grandfather, either,” the voice continues, and all of Johan’s rapidly moving thought processes grind to a halt.
“Hello, Non-hostile #2 here, you said her grandfather? What about her grandfather?” he asks loudly, before he can double-guess himself.
“You seem like you’ll fit right in,” the voice welcomes him cheerfully. “Stand User, or student of Sendo?”
“Both,” he answers honestly, ignoring the suddenly appraising glance and long, impressed whistle coming from the radio. “Though new at the use of both,” he adds, honestly. “If there’s someone hurting innocents, I want to help stop them.”
The woman looks him over, probably assessing his use as an ally, and he salutes her instantly. His clothing isn’t quite right, but he manages to get if not a completely perfect salute, a close enough approximation.
Although Fitz messes up his heel placement a little when he kicks sideways at him like a restless horse.
And then she starts laughing. Like Buffy, it’s not a small, feminine laugh, but a large, body-shaking, everyone-in-the-street-can-hear laugh. “I like you,” she announces to the world, almost bellowing. “You have spirit.”
He manages to mostly hide his smile. “You didn’t explain about your grandfather.”
“Her sense of priorities is sometimes a little…skewed,” her partner explains. It’s long-suffering and it’s fond. “I’ll see you all a lot closer. We’re going to have to strategize with more people, anyway. Hood out.”
“We’ll talk as we go.” She’s softened the bellow to just slightly above average. “We’ve been receiving surreptitious communications about ‘opportunities for Stand Users’. I don’t think they realized Robin was not a Stand User.” Probably Hood. Robin Hood? Was that an actual name, or was that a joke? Then again, he’s heard the Slayers call him Sergeant Fury, so it’s not like he has room to talk. “Joining an organization, getting benefits. It mentioned a ‘test’. Robin and I were investigating the source to learn more. There have been a lot of attacks on Stand Users lately, so we believe that this organization, whoever they are, are trying to gain total control over Stand Users. Either you’re with them or against them.”
“That matches what we’ve learned so far,” Xander agrees, effortlessly dodging another elbow coming in his direction. He stumbles a little as Darling practically buries herself in his side, but spares her a reassuring smile and throws an arm around her shoulder. It’s scary, and they haven’t really had time to talk about it, but that’s okay. They will.
“Opa Kaulitz was in the hospital with a fever for months. He disappeared from the hospital, but we found a similar envelope in his room. He must have, what is the correct term, developed a Stand?” The slap is loud and startles him, until he realizes she’s slammed a fist into her own hand. “I’m German and proud. I can take care of myself! But my father’s side of the family never wanted to know much about my mother’s side, so he never knew how strong I was. I’m still the little blonde girl stealing some of his beer on holidays.”
“Oh, yeah, before we go any further,” he interrupts, not wanting her to get into a ‘I am Slayer; Must Roar’ rant if only because he’s heard it a thousand times before and it never gets any less intimidating from women who could easily twist him into a pretzel and break every bone. “This is Fitz and Darling. You know what the Stand you’re looking for looks like?”
She pivots on her heel and bows to the other two, walking backwards without breaking stride. “Yes, though I’ve only seen it from a distance through my binoculars. It’s a large Western stone dragon, larger than any normal statue.”
“Those are some nice binoculars,” Fitz admits grudgingly, still quietly furious. That Xander had acted without even asking him, probably, although he’s fairly certain that following his instincts saved them. Hopefully, he won’t end up storming off, because the last time he’d done that Jojo had barely survived the emotional fallout of losing a friend—
“Of course they are!” she exclaims, back to firmly outdoor voice again. “German manufactured goods are the best!”
Johan suddenly stops walking, feeling like he’s walked face first into a solid wall (and, given the loudness of her voice, maybe it was made of her very words). At least Fitz is getting over that weird British thing against touching, because he’s got a steadying hand on Xander’s shoulder which honestly he needs. “Are you all right, Jojo?” he asks, not bothering to hide his worry behind manners.
“Von Stroheim,” he gasps, and he’s pretty sure he’s in shock and is really pale. He’s not sure why he’s so surprised about this.
“I share my grandfather’s belief in the beauty of Germany, but I am no Nazi!” she snarls, and the anger in her eyes helps pull him a little out of it.
He’s still shaky, but he can manage a smile at her. “I know. Pretender helps me tap into the memories of my ancestors. Let me properly introduce myself—Johan Higashikata, though you would probably better recognize me if I said Johan Joestar. Joseph, though he never said so out loud, and probably used some less than complimentary words too, considered your maternal grandfather a friend.”
It’s her turn to be surprised, though she handles it better. They stand there, a pathetic parody of the stand-off from earlier, and then she hugs him. She actually picks him up and drives all the breath out of his lungs. He’s half convinced she’s a Slayer as well as a Stand User, because that much strength isn’t normal, unless—maybe, German science?
“It’s possible to love people even when they’re imperfect, or maybe even awful. Because no one’s just one thing,” Darling says thoughtfully, voice a whisper, and one-handed Jojo pulls her into the hug too.
