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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz acts to protect Darling and discovers a new ability.
Word Count: 1023
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Robin starts breathing in a way that is entirely familiar. From what he’d said, though, it would only stun the creature, which isn’t what they need right now, and also makes everything more difficult for Jojo. Maybe that’d been why he’d had to use the plane, if the Ripple didn’t work, and he’s not sure the mirroring would even work on one.
Thinking of Johan—that water gun! It’s in his bag. She sobs as he tries frantically to find the purchase in his bag. I wouldn’t mind a holster for this, Jojo, but let’s see if it’s actually useful first. He finally finds it. Hang on, Darling. He aims the water gun at Lotus Juice and fires a stream. At least it has a nice pressure to it, but then, he wouldn’t be surprised it Jojo turned out to be some kind of expert on water guns. His Stand catches and absorbs all the water, swelling slightly and then spitting it out with greater force from its beak. The liquid covers the gargoyle, hissing and spurting from the contact. He watches with some awe as the stone creature lets out a harsh sort of scream and begins to melt, enough to make it fall to the ground.
“Why didn’t you mention you could do that?” Robin asks in a hushed voice as he stares at the water gun in his hands dumbly. That’s not—what did he just do—
“I didn’t know,” he answers reasonably, voice sounding harsh and feeble even to his own ears. He feels a little sick at the thought that he could do this to a person, if he wanted. The thought is terrifying. Putting someone to sleep is very different from melting them. He’s seen pictures in books of acid damage on skin. That’s not a human, but if it had been—
“M-Mister Speedwagon? I think my arm is broken…” Darling sobs, controlling her voice as much as possible, and it shakes him out of the shock.
He can lose his mind later. Right now, they’re sitting in an alley, they could get attacked at any minute, and Darling’s laying there with a broken arm if not worse. “I’m sorry about that. Now, I can’t fully heal it, so it’ll still be a little sore.” He retrieves one of the water bottles from his bag, tossing it gently to Lotus Juice without even looking.
She coughs a little in shock at the cold when the now tinted liquid drenches her.
He smiles ruefully. “More careful application is a little hard, and I didn’t think you’d mind me healing those bruises while I was at it.” If he pushes up her sleeve, he’s afraid it would tear off, and taking the shirt off, particularly in the street, is not a viable option. It’s not like she’s Grace.
He takes another water bottle out, while it occurs to him, and refills the water gun carefully. Now that he considers it, the decision had been a good one. He might want to consider getting at the very least a second, so he can dual wield. It’s much more practical to switch out weapons every time he uses them up rather than trying to refill during the middle of combat. It’s unfortunate that it’s only useful against one opponent when they’re fighting a Swarm Stand, but on the other hand, a larger area probably makes it too easy for him to cause unwanted collateral damage.
“Hey, you two? Maybe you should look at this,” Robin calls, and Fitz finds him crouching next to the half-melted stone remains. Darling’s soon standing behind him.
“What about it?” Can the statue actually tell them anything? It’s not as if it’s they haven’t seen gargoyles leap off buildings.
“This is an actual statue. Free-standing. Look.” He pokes the bottom of the piece with his foot, and he’s right. That base of solid marble hadn’t been there before, when it’d been attacking. It would’ve been too awkward, too obvious. “We’ve been trying to find this guy for five days, and he’s only ever used gargoyles. This might mean something. If we can get something else from this—”
Fitz grimaces a little. “I might’ve messed up there, a little.” He tries to use Soul Drive on it, and the results are only that the acid slows down a little. He’s not sure whether it’ll stop eventually or just keep going until the thing is nothing.
Robin easily waves that off. “Don’t worry about it. Better that than Darling got more hurt. I think I can—hang on…”
He slows down his breathing, and what looks like a slight net made of hamon weaves itself over his hand. “I’ve only tried this with burning coals, not Stands. Hopefully if something goes wrong, you can heal me.”
Given the results with the statue, he’s not confident, but he doesn’t voice that. Robin, like Jojo, would probably just laugh or joke it off, but Darling probably deserves a little more morale than that observation would offer.
He tips what’s left over, causing a crash that echoes down the alley. The protection and increased strength seems to have worked. There, on the bottom. It’s an actually decently carved outline of what looks like—is it four horsemen?
“There’s actually a library nearby. We were using it for research earlier. That looks unique enough it’s probably the maker’s mark,” Robin suggests.
Fitz can’t help but be a little more skeptical. “What if it’s just…escalating? That might have nothing to do with the User.”
“It’s better than just standing around here, or feeling useless. Let’s do it, Mr. Speedwagon!” And…well, Darling has a good point.
“True. Let’s go,” he agrees, and hears Darling clap behind him, like he’s performed some sort of magic trick. She winces sheepishly when he turns to look. “That arm’s still healing. Careful.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz acts to protect Darling and discovers a new ability.
Word Count: 1023
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
He only watches in horror for a moment. For large creations of stone, these, what, parts of a Stand? Inanimate objects affected by a Stand? Are certainly much stealthier than one would expect. The sudden crunch and Darling’s scream of pain throw him into action.
Robin starts breathing in a way that is entirely familiar. From what he’d said, though, it would only stun the creature, which isn’t what they need right now, and also makes everything more difficult for Jojo. Maybe that’d been why he’d had to use the plane, if the Ripple didn’t work, and he’s not sure the mirroring would even work on one.
Thinking of Johan—that water gun! It’s in his bag. She sobs as he tries frantically to find the purchase in his bag. I wouldn’t mind a holster for this, Jojo, but let’s see if it’s actually useful first. He finally finds it. Hang on, Darling. He aims the water gun at Lotus Juice and fires a stream. At least it has a nice pressure to it, but then, he wouldn’t be surprised it Jojo turned out to be some kind of expert on water guns. His Stand catches and absorbs all the water, swelling slightly and then spitting it out with greater force from its beak. The liquid covers the gargoyle, hissing and spurting from the contact. He watches with some awe as the stone creature lets out a harsh sort of scream and begins to melt, enough to make it fall to the ground.
“Why didn’t you mention you could do that?” Robin asks in a hushed voice as he stares at the water gun in his hands dumbly. That’s not—what did he just do—
“I didn’t know,” he answers reasonably, voice sounding harsh and feeble even to his own ears. He feels a little sick at the thought that he could do this to a person, if he wanted. The thought is terrifying. Putting someone to sleep is very different from melting them. He’s seen pictures in books of acid damage on skin. That’s not a human, but if it had been—
“M-Mister Speedwagon? I think my arm is broken…” Darling sobs, controlling her voice as much as possible, and it shakes him out of the shock.
He can lose his mind later. Right now, they’re sitting in an alley, they could get attacked at any minute, and Darling’s laying there with a broken arm if not worse. “I’m sorry about that. Now, I can’t fully heal it, so it’ll still be a little sore.” He retrieves one of the water bottles from his bag, tossing it gently to Lotus Juice without even looking.
She coughs a little in shock at the cold when the now tinted liquid drenches her.
He smiles ruefully. “More careful application is a little hard, and I didn’t think you’d mind me healing those bruises while I was at it.” If he pushes up her sleeve, he’s afraid it would tear off, and taking the shirt off, particularly in the street, is not a viable option. It’s not like she’s Grace.
He takes another water bottle out, while it occurs to him, and refills the water gun carefully. Now that he considers it, the decision had been a good one. He might want to consider getting at the very least a second, so he can dual wield. It’s much more practical to switch out weapons every time he uses them up rather than trying to refill during the middle of combat. It’s unfortunate that it’s only useful against one opponent when they’re fighting a Swarm Stand, but on the other hand, a larger area probably makes it too easy for him to cause unwanted collateral damage.
“Hey, you two? Maybe you should look at this,” Robin calls, and Fitz finds him crouching next to the half-melted stone remains. Darling’s soon standing behind him.
“What about it?” Can the statue actually tell them anything? It’s not as if it’s they haven’t seen gargoyles leap off buildings.
“This is an actual statue. Free-standing. Look.” He pokes the bottom of the piece with his foot, and he’s right. That base of solid marble hadn’t been there before, when it’d been attacking. It would’ve been too awkward, too obvious. “We’ve been trying to find this guy for five days, and he’s only ever used gargoyles. This might mean something. If we can get something else from this—”
Fitz grimaces a little. “I might’ve messed up there, a little.” He tries to use Soul Drive on it, and the results are only that the acid slows down a little. He’s not sure whether it’ll stop eventually or just keep going until the thing is nothing.
Robin easily waves that off. “Don’t worry about it. Better that than Darling got more hurt. I think I can—hang on…”
He slows down his breathing, and what looks like a slight net made of hamon weaves itself over his hand. “I’ve only tried this with burning coals, not Stands. Hopefully if something goes wrong, you can heal me.”
Given the results with the statue, he’s not confident, but he doesn’t voice that. Robin, like Jojo, would probably just laugh or joke it off, but Darling probably deserves a little more morale than that observation would offer.
He tips what’s left over, causing a crash that echoes down the alley. The protection and increased strength seems to have worked. There, on the bottom. It’s an actually decently carved outline of what looks like—is it four horsemen?
“There’s actually a library nearby. We were using it for research earlier. That looks unique enough it’s probably the maker’s mark,” Robin suggests.
Fitz can’t help but be a little more skeptical. “What if it’s just…escalating? That might have nothing to do with the User.”
“It’s better than just standing around here, or feeling useless. Let’s do it, Mr. Speedwagon!” And…well, Darling has a good point.
“True. Let’s go,” he agrees, and hears Darling clap behind him, like he’s performed some sort of magic trick. She winces sheepishly when he turns to look. “That arm’s still healing. Careful.”
