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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan and the Captain try to plan for Johan's escape and their further fight...
Word Count: 1143
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
She’s probably expecting him to say ‘nothing’, like Fitz, and maybe if his friend was here he’d get a kick out of lying and playing up his lack of reading, but there’s no real reason to do it now. “I got bored one of our research sessions and snuck in one of Giles’ books.” They’d expected him to keep working (well, actually, it was an open question as to what Giles, Buffy, and Willow expected of him on the best of days, but that wasn’t a good thing to think about right now as it’d just make him moody and not put him in the best frame of mind for defeating a literary Cthulhu statue) even when he’d exhausted all the books in the languages he could speak, and they didn’t have anything remotely helpful anyway, so he just kind of ignored it to go off and do his own thing. Sneakily, so nobody yelled at him. It worked pretty well, honestly.
She’s taken aback. It’s a second before she asks her next question. “The Call of Cthulhu?”
He shrugs, not that she can see that. “I don’t honestly remember. I don’t think so. I know what Cthulhu is, but I don’t think he showed up in that one.”
It’s possible he can sneak off now if he’s really sneaky and quiet about it. “There was a boat,” she explains, and that sounds cool. Except there’s a problem.
“That might work, but how are we going to get there?” He’d already kind of broken the plane, and she probably needed a bit of rest before she could create anything large again.
“If you could get downstairs past it, I could commandeer us a vehicle. Perhaps not recommended, but I can always make sure the individual is compensated after the fact, and I prefer it to dying.” From the sounds in the background, it sounds like she’s already working on getting them that vehicle.
“Yeah, Scooby Rule Number One is don’t die.” Given the noise she makes on the other side, she’s confused, which—oh, yeah, he hasn’t explained the Scooby thing, but now’s really not the time.
“I’m not sure if it’s irony or fate that the main character is Johansen,” she muses, and he’s about to reply—that really is weird.
Unfortunately, he hits the wrong button, and the radio lets out a loud screech. He freezes for all of a second before he yells into the radio, since its use as stealth has entirely failed, “Uh, yeah, about that, you probably should hurry up. I’m bringing company!” He’s up on his feet and propelling himself faster with Pretender yanking on the door frame with all of his strength. It makes the previous ache howl, but there’s not much he can do about it, other than giving up and letting himself be killed, and that’s not really his style. There’s an unearthly screech that makes his bones shiver in an uncomfortable way and he hears the crashing of glass before he’s dashing down the hall, aching a little at every push and pull of Pretender trying to speed him up. If he falls now he’ll go skidding for feet. He only barely manages to snatch a glimpse of a map on the wall, and finds…oh, crap, he’s heading in the wrong direction, if he read that right.
There’s a crash behind him. It’s not like he can look, but he doesn’t need to in order to picture the splinters of door frame and wall hitting the opposite wall with the force of a furious chthonian, nor the way the further sounds of destruction are heading in his direction.
He calls Pretender to him and lets himself be spun. It’s dizzying and it makes him fall, but that was the whole plan of it. It hurts. About as much as being thrown into a mausoleum. He hears a screech as the statue barely misses him. He can feel the breeze above his back. Fortunately, it’ll have issues turning around, too.
There’s a gentle touch and the pain hurts less and it’s easier to breathe. Pretender’s face, concerned and protective, in front of his gaze. Your path is not yet over. Get up. He’s apparently taken a second too long to follow the (extremely good) advice, because an instant later, his Stand yells, Get up!
He’s still not sure if it’s just an externalization of his internal thoughts, his subconscious, or if Pretender is actually talking to him. (On the other hand, isn’t a Stand just an externalization of a subconscious? He’s thinking too hard about philosophy when he really should be moving.)
He takes the hand up and instantly the run is back to its frantic, ready to fall-over quality, with the heave and half throw Pretender manages. It hurts again, but this time it’s more of a brain-ache, and he really probably is pushing himself too far. Still, it’s interesting to learn Pretender can use hamon too, kinda (or he’s somehow channeling it through his Stand), and if he manages to pull this off, it’ll be useful in the future.
It’s trying to remove itself from rubble behind him. Pretender glances back, and the sound he makes is not encouraging. I’m not sure it fully exists in our world. It flickered a little, and a rock fell part way through it.
That’s entirely freaky. How do you hit something that isn’t actually physical?
Energy, maybe? Not even Pretender sounds sure about this one.
Fortunately, at this point, he’s actually to the stairwell, but an idea occurs to him and he veers off to the elevators instead. Even luckier, he doesn’t have to wait for an elevator to show up, or his plan would’ve been useless—it’s already at the floor and opens as soon as he hits the button.
There’s a potted plant in the room. “Your sacrifice will be remembered, Charlie,” he whispers to it, and pushes it into the elevator with Pretender’s help. It’s a little easier to breathe, and it turns out that channeling hamon through Pretender amplifies it (why didn’t I use that more effectively Joseph whines in his head) and he uses a precious few seconds to pump the plant and metal as full of the power of the sun as it’ll go.
Then he pries open the opposite doors, braces himself for a moment, and then launches himself out into the elevator shaft. Ground floor, here he comes.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan and the Captain try to plan for Johan's escape and their further fight...
Word Count: 1143
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
She already has a response, not that he’s surprised. The Captain seems to be an individual that likes planning and control. Similarly, her control over her voice volume on the radio is phenomenal, which he appreciates given that the statue hasn’t charged the room yet, though it does seem to be inspecting the broken glass from his explosive entrance with interest. “So, what have you read of Lovecraft?”
She’s probably expecting him to say ‘nothing’, like Fitz, and maybe if his friend was here he’d get a kick out of lying and playing up his lack of reading, but there’s no real reason to do it now. “I got bored one of our research sessions and snuck in one of Giles’ books.” They’d expected him to keep working (well, actually, it was an open question as to what Giles, Buffy, and Willow expected of him on the best of days, but that wasn’t a good thing to think about right now as it’d just make him moody and not put him in the best frame of mind for defeating a literary Cthulhu statue) even when he’d exhausted all the books in the languages he could speak, and they didn’t have anything remotely helpful anyway, so he just kind of ignored it to go off and do his own thing. Sneakily, so nobody yelled at him. It worked pretty well, honestly.
She’s taken aback. It’s a second before she asks her next question. “The Call of Cthulhu?”
He shrugs, not that she can see that. “I don’t honestly remember. I don’t think so. I know what Cthulhu is, but I don’t think he showed up in that one.”
It’s possible he can sneak off now if he’s really sneaky and quiet about it. “There was a boat,” she explains, and that sounds cool. Except there’s a problem.
“That might work, but how are we going to get there?” He’d already kind of broken the plane, and she probably needed a bit of rest before she could create anything large again.
“If you could get downstairs past it, I could commandeer us a vehicle. Perhaps not recommended, but I can always make sure the individual is compensated after the fact, and I prefer it to dying.” From the sounds in the background, it sounds like she’s already working on getting them that vehicle.
“Yeah, Scooby Rule Number One is don’t die.” Given the noise she makes on the other side, she’s confused, which—oh, yeah, he hasn’t explained the Scooby thing, but now’s really not the time.
“I’m not sure if it’s irony or fate that the main character is Johansen,” she muses, and he’s about to reply—that really is weird.
Unfortunately, he hits the wrong button, and the radio lets out a loud screech. He freezes for all of a second before he yells into the radio, since its use as stealth has entirely failed, “Uh, yeah, about that, you probably should hurry up. I’m bringing company!” He’s up on his feet and propelling himself faster with Pretender yanking on the door frame with all of his strength. It makes the previous ache howl, but there’s not much he can do about it, other than giving up and letting himself be killed, and that’s not really his style. There’s an unearthly screech that makes his bones shiver in an uncomfortable way and he hears the crashing of glass before he’s dashing down the hall, aching a little at every push and pull of Pretender trying to speed him up. If he falls now he’ll go skidding for feet. He only barely manages to snatch a glimpse of a map on the wall, and finds…oh, crap, he’s heading in the wrong direction, if he read that right.
There’s a crash behind him. It’s not like he can look, but he doesn’t need to in order to picture the splinters of door frame and wall hitting the opposite wall with the force of a furious chthonian, nor the way the further sounds of destruction are heading in his direction.
He calls Pretender to him and lets himself be spun. It’s dizzying and it makes him fall, but that was the whole plan of it. It hurts. About as much as being thrown into a mausoleum. He hears a screech as the statue barely misses him. He can feel the breeze above his back. Fortunately, it’ll have issues turning around, too.
There’s a gentle touch and the pain hurts less and it’s easier to breathe. Pretender’s face, concerned and protective, in front of his gaze. Your path is not yet over. Get up. He’s apparently taken a second too long to follow the (extremely good) advice, because an instant later, his Stand yells, Get up!
He’s still not sure if it’s just an externalization of his internal thoughts, his subconscious, or if Pretender is actually talking to him. (On the other hand, isn’t a Stand just an externalization of a subconscious? He’s thinking too hard about philosophy when he really should be moving.)
He takes the hand up and instantly the run is back to its frantic, ready to fall-over quality, with the heave and half throw Pretender manages. It hurts again, but this time it’s more of a brain-ache, and he really probably is pushing himself too far. Still, it’s interesting to learn Pretender can use hamon too, kinda (or he’s somehow channeling it through his Stand), and if he manages to pull this off, it’ll be useful in the future.
It’s trying to remove itself from rubble behind him. Pretender glances back, and the sound he makes is not encouraging. I’m not sure it fully exists in our world. It flickered a little, and a rock fell part way through it.
That’s entirely freaky. How do you hit something that isn’t actually physical?
Energy, maybe? Not even Pretender sounds sure about this one.
Fortunately, at this point, he’s actually to the stairwell, but an idea occurs to him and he veers off to the elevators instead. Even luckier, he doesn’t have to wait for an elevator to show up, or his plan would’ve been useless—it’s already at the floor and opens as soon as he hits the button.
There’s a potted plant in the room. “Your sacrifice will be remembered, Charlie,” he whispers to it, and pushes it into the elevator with Pretender’s help. It’s a little easier to breathe, and it turns out that channeling hamon through Pretender amplifies it (why didn’t I use that more effectively Joseph whines in his head) and he uses a precious few seconds to pump the plant and metal as full of the power of the sun as it’ll go.
Then he pries open the opposite doors, braces himself for a moment, and then launches himself out into the elevator shaft. Ground floor, here he comes.
