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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz, Robin, and Darling do what they can to help their 'main guns' out.
Word Count: 1017
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“What can I do?” Darling asks anxiously, and he’s already thinking, already moving on. Johan certainly will be upset if Darling is injured, and he won’t be any more impressed with himself, so he should concentrate on the fact that he has allies of his own that he needs to shield. He’ll help best by completing his own tasks to satisfaction.
“Whisper can travel further than LJ. Lotus Juice, I mean.” Silently, he curses Jojo for making him use that stupid nickname, despite the trace of amusement he feels in the back of his mind from his Stand. Fortunately, his current companions say nothing, though Robin has a look on his face like he’s going to start snickering at any moment. “We could have your Stand act as a sort of scout.”
She shivers a little but nods with determination, hand tightening into a fist. “Okay! Whisper, you heard him!”
The Stand starts flying away, which hadn’t been Fitz’s intention. They really needed to talk tactics before they made any actions. “If you see anything suspicious, especially that dragon statue Stand, pull your Stand back quickly, okay? These things are dangerous enough to people without Stands. We don’t want to find out last minute how effective they are against Whisper when he’s too far away for us to aid. It’s probably most important to find any injured civilians, as Johan pointed out. I can heal them, if you can find them.”
Her lip trembles a little. She bites it to hide the motion. “Those’re good points. Thank you, Mr. Speedwagon.”
“I assume your arrows don’t do much against stone?” he asks. He’s fairly certain that his Stand has hidden potential he has yet to unlock, but so far his only even vaguely attack-worthy power is Have a Nice Dream, and he’s not even sure gargoyles sleep. In humans or other breathing things, the razor arms might do damage, but he’s worried they will only scratch up the enemy Stand. Not the desired outcome.
“Unfortunately,” Robin agrees, sighing. “It’s part of why we haven’t moved against the User, yet. Even hamon just stuns them—though that’s just what I can get on the natural oil-covered arrows. I haven’t gotten near enough to try close-combat hamon attacks, not like that’s my specialty anyway. The gargoyles don’t show up on radar reliably, and I’m not willing to let the Captain rush in when I can’t even have her back.”
“Understandable,” Fitz agrees, glancing back to make sure Darling’s still following them. She looks subdued and a bit out of breath at the brisk pace, but is keeping up all right.
Without hesitation, he and Robin help up a couple of people that have been knocked over by something. It’s not much of a leap to say one of the pieces of the Stand has been this way, any more than it is one to know this isn’t typical. “Are you all right? Would you mind telling us what happened?” he asks them both politely. Robin stirs at his side but settles down, apparently having decided to let him take the lead on this line of questioning.
“Of course I’m not all right! How could I be all right after that? Or grandmother? She has a heart condition, you know,” the young man snarls, and it takes everything Fitz has not to roll his eyes. The arrogance and belligerence reminds him more of all his conceptions about Americans (very few of which, other than being loud and chatty, Jojo actually matches).
“Don’t be rude,” the elderly lady responds, stern. “We’re mostly just shaken, I think. There was…well, it looked like a stone dragon. Knocked us both over and flew off. That direction,” she points helpfully, and Fitz nods respectfully.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he states courteously, and with a flourish produces a peony, presenting it to her. Manners should be rewarded, after all. She smiles and claps her hands in delight, along with Darling’s joyous gasp.
“Yes, thank you!” Darling manages, and he tips his hat as they resume walking in the indicated direction. “Is that part of your Stand’s power?”
He chuckles, amused. “No. I just would get very bored when I was younger, and had to find some ways of entertaining myself. It’s actually easy to learn some very basic magic tricks from books, believe it or not.”
He expects some sort of thrilled response, a demand that he teach her how (and yes, with light, nimble fingers like hers, she’s as likely to pick it up just as well as he had). He doesn’t expect the ‘thump’ in response as they turn into the alley, and glances over. What he sees freezes him in place. There’s a demon-shaped gargoyle sitting on top of Darling’s body. It looks like it tackled her into the wall. The scene is surreal enough, between the speed and the silence, that it almost doesn’t feel real. Robin is likewise staring, struck dumb and immobile, bow still slung in the carrying case at his side.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz, Robin, and Darling do what they can to help their 'main guns' out.
Word Count: 1017
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
A quick chat had confirmed that two planes was too much for Captain Beefheart to make with her Stand if she’s going to have any capability to defend herself as well. She can only make a certain amount of creations through her Stand, and even one plane is a strain. It’s utterly frustrating, since, in this instance at least, Fitz would feel nothing against acting as Jojo’s wingman (he’s been around the man rather too much if the ridiculous joke or play on words is coming to him with no effort), but, unfortunately, circumstances are just against the possibility. He’s just going to have to trust in his friend, get used to acting, once more, with allies. It’s been so long that he’s been on his own that it’s hard to remember, and of course in his position in the past he’d had more control over what his allies were doing or not doing. Then again, he told himself he’s done thinking about those times, and certainly right now isn’t the best of times for distracting himself with such thoughts.
“What can I do?” Darling asks anxiously, and he’s already thinking, already moving on. Johan certainly will be upset if Darling is injured, and he won’t be any more impressed with himself, so he should concentrate on the fact that he has allies of his own that he needs to shield. He’ll help best by completing his own tasks to satisfaction.
“Whisper can travel further than LJ. Lotus Juice, I mean.” Silently, he curses Jojo for making him use that stupid nickname, despite the trace of amusement he feels in the back of his mind from his Stand. Fortunately, his current companions say nothing, though Robin has a look on his face like he’s going to start snickering at any moment. “We could have your Stand act as a sort of scout.”
She shivers a little but nods with determination, hand tightening into a fist. “Okay! Whisper, you heard him!”
The Stand starts flying away, which hadn’t been Fitz’s intention. They really needed to talk tactics before they made any actions. “If you see anything suspicious, especially that dragon statue Stand, pull your Stand back quickly, okay? These things are dangerous enough to people without Stands. We don’t want to find out last minute how effective they are against Whisper when he’s too far away for us to aid. It’s probably most important to find any injured civilians, as Johan pointed out. I can heal them, if you can find them.”
Her lip trembles a little. She bites it to hide the motion. “Those’re good points. Thank you, Mr. Speedwagon.”
“I assume your arrows don’t do much against stone?” he asks. He’s fairly certain that his Stand has hidden potential he has yet to unlock, but so far his only even vaguely attack-worthy power is Have a Nice Dream, and he’s not even sure gargoyles sleep. In humans or other breathing things, the razor arms might do damage, but he’s worried they will only scratch up the enemy Stand. Not the desired outcome.
“Unfortunately,” Robin agrees, sighing. “It’s part of why we haven’t moved against the User, yet. Even hamon just stuns them—though that’s just what I can get on the natural oil-covered arrows. I haven’t gotten near enough to try close-combat hamon attacks, not like that’s my specialty anyway. The gargoyles don’t show up on radar reliably, and I’m not willing to let the Captain rush in when I can’t even have her back.”
“Understandable,” Fitz agrees, glancing back to make sure Darling’s still following them. She looks subdued and a bit out of breath at the brisk pace, but is keeping up all right.
Without hesitation, he and Robin help up a couple of people that have been knocked over by something. It’s not much of a leap to say one of the pieces of the Stand has been this way, any more than it is one to know this isn’t typical. “Are you all right? Would you mind telling us what happened?” he asks them both politely. Robin stirs at his side but settles down, apparently having decided to let him take the lead on this line of questioning.
“Of course I’m not all right! How could I be all right after that? Or grandmother? She has a heart condition, you know,” the young man snarls, and it takes everything Fitz has not to roll his eyes. The arrogance and belligerence reminds him more of all his conceptions about Americans (very few of which, other than being loud and chatty, Jojo actually matches).
“Don’t be rude,” the elderly lady responds, stern. “We’re mostly just shaken, I think. There was…well, it looked like a stone dragon. Knocked us both over and flew off. That direction,” she points helpfully, and Fitz nods respectfully.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he states courteously, and with a flourish produces a peony, presenting it to her. Manners should be rewarded, after all. She smiles and claps her hands in delight, along with Darling’s joyous gasp.
“Yes, thank you!” Darling manages, and he tips his hat as they resume walking in the indicated direction. “Is that part of your Stand’s power?”
He chuckles, amused. “No. I just would get very bored when I was younger, and had to find some ways of entertaining myself. It’s actually easy to learn some very basic magic tricks from books, believe it or not.”
He expects some sort of thrilled response, a demand that he teach her how (and yes, with light, nimble fingers like hers, she’s as likely to pick it up just as well as he had). He doesn’t expect the ‘thump’ in response as they turn into the alley, and glances over. What he sees freezes him in place. There’s a demon-shaped gargoyle sitting on top of Darling’s body. It looks like it tackled her into the wall. The scene is surreal enough, between the speed and the silence, that it almost doesn’t feel real. Robin is likewise staring, struck dumb and immobile, bow still slung in the carrying case at his side.
