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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: As expected, there are certain dangers about putting a Joestar in a plane.
Word Count: 1347
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Still, his new confidence (or Pretender…are they the same thing?) says that he can pull off even the craziest moves, whether or not he knows what he’s doing. He has to trust himself, trust Pretender, and believe in the power of his bloodline.
He’s lucky he managed to get fifteen minutes of rest in the restaurant. He really could’ve used Jotaro’s precision, but Pretender seemed to think knowledge of flying was more important, and he can’t disagree. Has to trust his Stand, because if not your Stand, who do you trust? What he can feel of Joseph is excited. Jorge is just confused, more than anything, but willing to lend a hand.
What’s reassuring is that he finds that the controls feel intuitive, like he’s used them before. The barrel roll isn’t that hard, and he can’t stop himself from whooping even if it isn’t that helpful when it comes to stealth. He’s enjoying the feeling through his hair a little too much. It’s a little like distracted driving at the wheel, never mind the fact that his license, technically, probably would’ve gotten pulled if Sunnydale wasn’t a crater in the ground. He hadn’t learned to compensate for the eye, yet. Jojo has to pull a hard right to prevent himself from crashing into the nearest building, though. Fortunately, he’s left himself just enough space to execute the maneuver.
“Just as I planned!” he yells even though no one can hear, punching the air.
Ironically, the fact that Stroheim’s Panzermensch could only create equipment circa World War II was a bit of a blessing in disguise. More modern safety equipment or not, he probably wouldn’t have known how to fly a newer plane.
The thought occurs to him, though, as he stares at the oxygen level indicator that old-style aircraft aren’t airtight, so breathing so he can use hamon might be a bit difficult. That’s a bit of a problem, given that otherwise the metal construction could probably conduct the Ripple enough to be a weapon of its own. He might be able to manage one breath, but it’s a last resort only.
“Cyborg, you there?” He doesn’t hear anything directly from her, but then, she might by trying for radio silence. As he plays around with the radio, he hears something that sounds like air traffic authority.
“Can anyone confirm the readings? It looks like an air raid, but the planes keep disappearing off radar.” They sound a little desperate, but then, some of them might still remember the Blitz.
In response, Jojo glances at his own radar and finds that they’re not making anything up. There really are a ton of random signatures out there. Though he’d guess a Stand would be better at tracking another Stand than your average equipment, however much more advanced it supposedly is.
This time, the turn to avoid a skyscraper requires little conscious thought, which is good, because he’s a little distracted by making absolutely certain that these things, whatever they are, don’t show up to Ripple-fu senses. They don’t. There’s a couple close by, but not close enough they would’ve seen him yet.
“I’m here,” she answers eventually. “I’m trying not to give away my position, over,” she responds, which makes him blink.
“What, gargoyles carry radar now—” he begins, but he’s suddenly tipping to his left and he hadn’t initiated that motion. He glances over with his good eye to see a stone dragon clinging onto one of the wings. It’s not making dents, which is good. It probably means Panzermensch’s durability is higher than, at the very least, one of these gargoyles. If the enemy is using a swarm Stand, though, one gargoyle doesn’t have to be enough to win on its own, and he doesn’t relish the idea of what it could do to one fragile human trying to pilot. In fact, if they crash, it’s probably much more dangerous for him than for the Stand.
“Hey, you! Party crashers! Who invited you anyway?” He knows the answer; it’s the dumb User, whoever it is, but he feels like he should ask anyway.
As he watches, a stone lion shakes its mane, as if waking up from sleep, and pounces, making his wing even heavier. The abrupt sinking feeling in his stomach is the loss of lift. If he doesn’t do something about this quick, he’s going to fall out of the sky—and he needs both hands to control the airplane. He can’t use the machine gun. Pretender’s weight might be just enough to make him fall right out of the air.
At least it isn’t Kars. Seriously, having a Pillar Man, especially an ascended Pillar Man, here, now, throwing piranhas and feathers and who knows what else? Would suck, and as much as he’d like to say he’s ready, he’s not, and he knows it.
The lion begins prowling carefully toward him, while the dragon flashes a toothy grin that promises death. Your next thought will be, ‘I don’t like that shuddering’ flits through his mind, and, well, it’s not wrong. The shakiness and metallic groans coming from the wing aren’t sounds of the good, he’s certain. If he doesn’t act soon, the entire wing might come off, which would do wonders for trying to fly the dumb hunk of metal.
He tries something even more desperate, even as Captain Beefheart yells “Johan!” into his ears, aware that something’s gone wrong. Jojo throws the plane into another barrel roll, this time with all the built up momentum he can muster, pushing the throttle as far as it will go, aware that he might be throwing all control he has. The added weight actually helps add to the force of the roll.
He glances over. The gargoyles are still there, though at this point they’re hanging on for the love of existence. At least they’re not coming for him again, just trying to stay on. He’s going to need more speed, and the engine’s straining itself enough just trying to keep the unexpected weight in the air. At least he’s flying a German aircraft, so he can perform these crazy stunts without the engine stalling. That really probably would kill him.
He glances over, and there’s a long stretch of road to his right between two buildings that he could use for his purposes. Excellent. He executes a sharp turn, as sharp as he can manage right now.
Only one thing to do. He yanks the control yoke to point skyward to give him more room for his run, climbing as high and fast as he can without pointing the nose of his plane directly away from the earth below. When a particularly strong judder happens and he glances over to see they’ve started making their way toward him again, he knows he’s out of time.
He inverts the angle so he’s falling, lets the gravity add to his speed until he’s rushing at the ground, and then rolls again, letting the weight of the gargoyles add to the maneuver. The ground’s rushing up at him, but Johan feels even more like he’s flying. Everything’s moving in slower motion. In his frame of reference. He realizes he’s started screaming at some point, but not in fear. It’s some sort of primal war cry, honestly, because as crazy as it is, he feels calm, relaxed, in control. The plane might be Beefheart’s creation, but it feels like an extension of himself right now. The wind whipping past his face is cold, and he’ll probably be shivering once he finally comes to a stop, but right now he just feels alive.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: As expected, there are certain dangers about putting a Joestar in a plane.
Word Count: 1347
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Xander’s nowhere near as confident as he sounded. That’s nothing new. Sure, he’s been doing it practically all of his life, and it’s not like that’s not a trick the Joestars have been playing for hundreds of years. This time, it’s him that has to pull it off, even though he’s never fought a war, persay, before. He didn’t even do much against the First, which is probably the closest the Scoobies even came.
Still, his new confidence (or Pretender…are they the same thing?) says that he can pull off even the craziest moves, whether or not he knows what he’s doing. He has to trust himself, trust Pretender, and believe in the power of his bloodline.
He’s lucky he managed to get fifteen minutes of rest in the restaurant. He really could’ve used Jotaro’s precision, but Pretender seemed to think knowledge of flying was more important, and he can’t disagree. Has to trust his Stand, because if not your Stand, who do you trust? What he can feel of Joseph is excited. Jorge is just confused, more than anything, but willing to lend a hand.
What’s reassuring is that he finds that the controls feel intuitive, like he’s used them before. The barrel roll isn’t that hard, and he can’t stop himself from whooping even if it isn’t that helpful when it comes to stealth. He’s enjoying the feeling through his hair a little too much. It’s a little like distracted driving at the wheel, never mind the fact that his license, technically, probably would’ve gotten pulled if Sunnydale wasn’t a crater in the ground. He hadn’t learned to compensate for the eye, yet. Jojo has to pull a hard right to prevent himself from crashing into the nearest building, though. Fortunately, he’s left himself just enough space to execute the maneuver.
“Just as I planned!” he yells even though no one can hear, punching the air.
Ironically, the fact that Stroheim’s Panzermensch could only create equipment circa World War II was a bit of a blessing in disguise. More modern safety equipment or not, he probably wouldn’t have known how to fly a newer plane.
The thought occurs to him, though, as he stares at the oxygen level indicator that old-style aircraft aren’t airtight, so breathing so he can use hamon might be a bit difficult. That’s a bit of a problem, given that otherwise the metal construction could probably conduct the Ripple enough to be a weapon of its own. He might be able to manage one breath, but it’s a last resort only.
“Cyborg, you there?” He doesn’t hear anything directly from her, but then, she might by trying for radio silence. As he plays around with the radio, he hears something that sounds like air traffic authority.
“Can anyone confirm the readings? It looks like an air raid, but the planes keep disappearing off radar.” They sound a little desperate, but then, some of them might still remember the Blitz.
In response, Jojo glances at his own radar and finds that they’re not making anything up. There really are a ton of random signatures out there. Though he’d guess a Stand would be better at tracking another Stand than your average equipment, however much more advanced it supposedly is.
This time, the turn to avoid a skyscraper requires little conscious thought, which is good, because he’s a little distracted by making absolutely certain that these things, whatever they are, don’t show up to Ripple-fu senses. They don’t. There’s a couple close by, but not close enough they would’ve seen him yet.
“I’m here,” she answers eventually. “I’m trying not to give away my position, over,” she responds, which makes him blink.
“What, gargoyles carry radar now—” he begins, but he’s suddenly tipping to his left and he hadn’t initiated that motion. He glances over with his good eye to see a stone dragon clinging onto one of the wings. It’s not making dents, which is good. It probably means Panzermensch’s durability is higher than, at the very least, one of these gargoyles. If the enemy is using a swarm Stand, though, one gargoyle doesn’t have to be enough to win on its own, and he doesn’t relish the idea of what it could do to one fragile human trying to pilot. In fact, if they crash, it’s probably much more dangerous for him than for the Stand.
“Hey, you! Party crashers! Who invited you anyway?” He knows the answer; it’s the dumb User, whoever it is, but he feels like he should ask anyway.
As he watches, a stone lion shakes its mane, as if waking up from sleep, and pounces, making his wing even heavier. The abrupt sinking feeling in his stomach is the loss of lift. If he doesn’t do something about this quick, he’s going to fall out of the sky—and he needs both hands to control the airplane. He can’t use the machine gun. Pretender’s weight might be just enough to make him fall right out of the air.
At least it isn’t Kars. Seriously, having a Pillar Man, especially an ascended Pillar Man, here, now, throwing piranhas and feathers and who knows what else? Would suck, and as much as he’d like to say he’s ready, he’s not, and he knows it.
The lion begins prowling carefully toward him, while the dragon flashes a toothy grin that promises death. Your next thought will be, ‘I don’t like that shuddering’ flits through his mind, and, well, it’s not wrong. The shakiness and metallic groans coming from the wing aren’t sounds of the good, he’s certain. If he doesn’t act soon, the entire wing might come off, which would do wonders for trying to fly the dumb hunk of metal.
He tries something even more desperate, even as Captain Beefheart yells “Johan!” into his ears, aware that something’s gone wrong. Jojo throws the plane into another barrel roll, this time with all the built up momentum he can muster, pushing the throttle as far as it will go, aware that he might be throwing all control he has. The added weight actually helps add to the force of the roll.
He glances over. The gargoyles are still there, though at this point they’re hanging on for the love of existence. At least they’re not coming for him again, just trying to stay on. He’s going to need more speed, and the engine’s straining itself enough just trying to keep the unexpected weight in the air. At least he’s flying a German aircraft, so he can perform these crazy stunts without the engine stalling. That really probably would kill him.
He glances over, and there’s a long stretch of road to his right between two buildings that he could use for his purposes. Excellent. He executes a sharp turn, as sharp as he can manage right now.
Only one thing to do. He yanks the control yoke to point skyward to give him more room for his run, climbing as high and fast as he can without pointing the nose of his plane directly away from the earth below. When a particularly strong judder happens and he glances over to see they’ve started making their way toward him again, he knows he’s out of time.
He inverts the angle so he’s falling, lets the gravity add to his speed until he’s rushing at the ground, and then rolls again, letting the weight of the gargoyles add to the maneuver. The ground’s rushing up at him, but Johan feels even more like he’s flying. Everything’s moving in slower motion. In his frame of reference. He realizes he’s started screaming at some point, but not in fear. It’s some sort of primal war cry, honestly, because as crazy as it is, he feels calm, relaxed, in control. The plane might be Beefheart’s creation, but it feels like an extension of himself right now. The wind whipping past his face is cold, and he’ll probably be shivering once he finally comes to a stop, but right now he just feels alive.
