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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan figures out why Joestars should probably not be put in planes, but manages to be cool anyway.
Word Count: 1272
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Doing the calculations in his head calmly, he realizes that he’s not going to make it. Not quite.
“Pretender!” he yells, his Stand coming forth beside him and then, because it’s a part of him and no words are needed, launching itself out of the plummeting aircraft with a roar. He winces a little as he feels the impact throughout his legs when Pretender hits, but at least it crouched a little when it landed, absorbing a bit of the force. Instinctively he breathes in, hard, in the last couple metres.
He feels rather than hears the shouted “Tora!” as his Stand grabs the plane and launches it, almost like redirecting one of those foam airplanes he and Willow bought when they were seven and promptly lost playing out in one of the town graveyards. There’s pain in his arms that tells him the action wasn’t without cost. Pretender’s not exactly Star Platinum.
Still, he’s close enough that Pretender can fade back into his mind, which is good, because he wasn’t looking forward to finding out their distance like this. He breathes in evenly, breathes out, and words come into his mind. “Metal Silver Overdrive!” he yells with the rest of his power as he slams his fist into one of the metal sides of the cockpit not covered in controls, and the entire structure lights up with the electricity-like glow of the Ripple. It’s a few seconds before the left wing jerks up as if freed by a sudden weight, and he glances over to see a rocket, of all things, carrying away a panicked-looking stone dragon before it explodes, causing a light shockwave that he just rides through.
Jojo giggles a little, grinning. He punches the air. He survived. The face on that driver was pretty spectacular, if he had to say so himself, and he’s glad he didn’t accidentally run over the woman, because that would’ve been bad. “Thanks, Captain,” he manages. The adrenaline’s fading a little, and his fist has started throbbing from where he punched metal. That probably hadn’t actually been necessary, but he felt like punching something.
“You’re going to have to apologize to the office workers you just threw a stone lion into,” she responds, but there’s a little humor and relief in her answer, too.
“Are they okay?” he asks instantly, concerned, because oh yeah his dumb move might’ve put other people in danger, too.
“They’re fine, from what I could see with Angel Eyes. The drivers, on the other hand, are having a few accidents trying to avoid it. It jumped out after you and is running, chasing you on the ground.” She sounds a little breathless, but then, she’s having to follow him and keep up, too. “I think you’ve got its attention, so at least there’s that. Before you ask, I would have to reload, which would take a while.”
He almost giggles at the really juvenile joke again, but another jolt brings him to his senses. Luckily, not another gargoyle landing on the plane, but the combination of the engine overheat and the damage already done. He quickly reduces throttle, hoping he’s not going to have to jump from a burning plane anytime soon.
“I’m surprised you knew where I was,” he continues, more mature, and she outright laughs at him.
“That plane is part of my Stand. I would know anywhere you flew with it,” she replies, and, oh yeah, that’s kind of a dumb assumption to make, isn’t it.
He feels a little light-headed, now that he’s thinking about it, but then, he’s used a lot of strength, plus he didn’t have the oxygen he would’ve liked, sitting in this cockpit, plus of course he’s going to feel light-headed when the adrenaline begins to wear off. He’s dealt with it enough to know that.
Fitz is going to be furious that he’s going to need healing again. At least he’s used to the pain, so he should be able to keep going for a while. List that under things he never thought he’d be thanking his father or how dangerous Sunnydale used to be for.
“Right, okay. So I’m guessing this was a once-only trick. No letting other statue-like personages hitch a ride.” He notices that she’s not using the military trappings. It’s entirely possible she just uses them to annoy her partner.
“I can’t help you with a missile again, no. I don’t expect that the plane will survive another move like that intact, either. I can’t create anything more substantial until the plane is no longer in operation,” she agrees.
He glances at the radar, looking around again. The most difficult part about this is that neither Joseph nor Jorge ever had to deal with issues in depth perception any time they were flying. Joseph did have a few issues, but, well. A missing hand is very different from a missing eye. Fortunately, easy breathing or no, he can still sense lifeforms, which helps him detect occupied buildings at the least. “The only one I see around is the one still chasing me. Otherwise, they’re all heading in the same direction. Maybe where that dragon is? Joining up probably isn’t a good sign, is it.”
“No, and I wouldn’t recommend a strafing run down a crowded street, either. It would make short work of the lion and all the cars on the road. Even opening fire on a mass of them flying would be risky.” Thanks he hadn’t been planning on that, either. It’s kind of like talking to Buffy, when she’s in one of her ‘I am the Slayer I know what’s best’ moods.
“So, what’s our next move? I probably can’t sense the User with Ripplefu, since it’s not like they’ll stand out from anyone else in town. It’s like they’re holding the whole town hostage.” It’s not like he can research a specific User and know what kind of move they’ll make next. They might’ve been able to do so, if the page on this User hadn’t been missing from the research. Which reminds him, they really should be going through that soon, if they’re going to keep being attacked like this. He doesn’t remember anything about statues or gargoyles when flipping through briefly, though.
“Could you copy the Stand with Pretender and get some idea of what the User will do next?” she responds, and—
Well, yeah, that’s a good question. “Won’t know until I try.” A thought occurs to him, belatedly, and he cringes. Fitz will definitely chew him out for this one. “Y’know, other than a few times in training I don’t think Joseph has ever successfully landed a plane. Well, that once, in the ocean, but that’s…that’s the ocean. Which is miles from here, and you probably couldn’t keep the plane going that far. What am I supposed to do?”
She sighs. “Let me work on it.”
“While you’re at it, work on how you’re going to keep a statue in place long enough for me to mirror it without getting hurt,” he replies, swiveling his head to look for any more statues coming to life, or places to land.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan figures out why Joestars should probably not be put in planes, but manages to be cool anyway.
Word Count: 1272
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
The rapid change in weight tells him that his plan worked, partly. He doesn’t have time to see what happened, though, because the ground is coming up fast enough that he’s going to have to stop the roll and pull up if he’s going to have any chance of surviving this maneuver. Jojo does, immediately, hands moving over the controls confidently. The engine’s starting to overheat, but he can’t ease up on the throttle yet. He needs that power.
Doing the calculations in his head calmly, he realizes that he’s not going to make it. Not quite.
“Pretender!” he yells, his Stand coming forth beside him and then, because it’s a part of him and no words are needed, launching itself out of the plummeting aircraft with a roar. He winces a little as he feels the impact throughout his legs when Pretender hits, but at least it crouched a little when it landed, absorbing a bit of the force. Instinctively he breathes in, hard, in the last couple metres.
He feels rather than hears the shouted “Tora!” as his Stand grabs the plane and launches it, almost like redirecting one of those foam airplanes he and Willow bought when they were seven and promptly lost playing out in one of the town graveyards. There’s pain in his arms that tells him the action wasn’t without cost. Pretender’s not exactly Star Platinum.
Still, he’s close enough that Pretender can fade back into his mind, which is good, because he wasn’t looking forward to finding out their distance like this. He breathes in evenly, breathes out, and words come into his mind. “Metal Silver Overdrive!” he yells with the rest of his power as he slams his fist into one of the metal sides of the cockpit not covered in controls, and the entire structure lights up with the electricity-like glow of the Ripple. It’s a few seconds before the left wing jerks up as if freed by a sudden weight, and he glances over to see a rocket, of all things, carrying away a panicked-looking stone dragon before it explodes, causing a light shockwave that he just rides through.
Jojo giggles a little, grinning. He punches the air. He survived. The face on that driver was pretty spectacular, if he had to say so himself, and he’s glad he didn’t accidentally run over the woman, because that would’ve been bad. “Thanks, Captain,” he manages. The adrenaline’s fading a little, and his fist has started throbbing from where he punched metal. That probably hadn’t actually been necessary, but he felt like punching something.
“You’re going to have to apologize to the office workers you just threw a stone lion into,” she responds, but there’s a little humor and relief in her answer, too.
“Are they okay?” he asks instantly, concerned, because oh yeah his dumb move might’ve put other people in danger, too.
“They’re fine, from what I could see with Angel Eyes. The drivers, on the other hand, are having a few accidents trying to avoid it. It jumped out after you and is running, chasing you on the ground.” She sounds a little breathless, but then, she’s having to follow him and keep up, too. “I think you’ve got its attention, so at least there’s that. Before you ask, I would have to reload, which would take a while.”
He almost giggles at the really juvenile joke again, but another jolt brings him to his senses. Luckily, not another gargoyle landing on the plane, but the combination of the engine overheat and the damage already done. He quickly reduces throttle, hoping he’s not going to have to jump from a burning plane anytime soon.
“I’m surprised you knew where I was,” he continues, more mature, and she outright laughs at him.
“That plane is part of my Stand. I would know anywhere you flew with it,” she replies, and, oh yeah, that’s kind of a dumb assumption to make, isn’t it.
He feels a little light-headed, now that he’s thinking about it, but then, he’s used a lot of strength, plus he didn’t have the oxygen he would’ve liked, sitting in this cockpit, plus of course he’s going to feel light-headed when the adrenaline begins to wear off. He’s dealt with it enough to know that.
Fitz is going to be furious that he’s going to need healing again. At least he’s used to the pain, so he should be able to keep going for a while. List that under things he never thought he’d be thanking his father or how dangerous Sunnydale used to be for.
“Right, okay. So I’m guessing this was a once-only trick. No letting other statue-like personages hitch a ride.” He notices that she’s not using the military trappings. It’s entirely possible she just uses them to annoy her partner.
“I can’t help you with a missile again, no. I don’t expect that the plane will survive another move like that intact, either. I can’t create anything more substantial until the plane is no longer in operation,” she agrees.
He glances at the radar, looking around again. The most difficult part about this is that neither Joseph nor Jorge ever had to deal with issues in depth perception any time they were flying. Joseph did have a few issues, but, well. A missing hand is very different from a missing eye. Fortunately, easy breathing or no, he can still sense lifeforms, which helps him detect occupied buildings at the least. “The only one I see around is the one still chasing me. Otherwise, they’re all heading in the same direction. Maybe where that dragon is? Joining up probably isn’t a good sign, is it.”
“No, and I wouldn’t recommend a strafing run down a crowded street, either. It would make short work of the lion and all the cars on the road. Even opening fire on a mass of them flying would be risky.” Thanks he hadn’t been planning on that, either. It’s kind of like talking to Buffy, when she’s in one of her ‘I am the Slayer I know what’s best’ moods.
“So, what’s our next move? I probably can’t sense the User with Ripplefu, since it’s not like they’ll stand out from anyone else in town. It’s like they’re holding the whole town hostage.” It’s not like he can research a specific User and know what kind of move they’ll make next. They might’ve been able to do so, if the page on this User hadn’t been missing from the research. Which reminds him, they really should be going through that soon, if they’re going to keep being attacked like this. He doesn’t remember anything about statues or gargoyles when flipping through briefly, though.
“Could you copy the Stand with Pretender and get some idea of what the User will do next?” she responds, and—
Well, yeah, that’s a good question. “Won’t know until I try.” A thought occurs to him, belatedly, and he cringes. Fitz will definitely chew him out for this one. “Y’know, other than a few times in training I don’t think Joseph has ever successfully landed a plane. Well, that once, in the ocean, but that’s…that’s the ocean. Which is miles from here, and you probably couldn’t keep the plane going that far. What am I supposed to do?”
She sighs. “Let me work on it.”
“While you’re at it, work on how you’re going to keep a statue in place long enough for me to mirror it without getting hurt,” he replies, swiveling his head to look for any more statues coming to life, or places to land.
