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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Captain Beefheart and Johan continue their running battle with the Stand.
Word Count: 1062
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
He has to swallow down the urge to punch her, because that would distract her from driving, but seriously, you do not use that word. It is a banned word.
Of course, given how she’s driving what is, at least on the outside, a tank, and doing so through crowded city streets with a bunch of abandoned cars as well as statues likely to see them as a ‘threat’ and attack them, never mind staying out of Cthulhu’s attack radius while getting it to follow them to set it up for the attack, she’s probably not too concerned about being rude or echoing ancient vampires at the moment. Given all the cars abandoned on the streets, too, steering is particularly hard, especially given the size of the vehicle. It doesn’t exactly turn like a motorcycle.
Joseph, help? He doesn’t like guns, no Scooby does, there’s traumatizing memories of Buffy being shot in front of him and Tara dead, so maybe on occasion it can be good to be able to become someone else. Someone without those memories, who won’t panic and be…and be helpless.
He realizes that it’s only an echo he’s putting on in his mind, not really Joseph or another personality or anything, but it’s kind of nice to talk to himself and pretend it’s someone else.
Or maybe it’s Pretender, really? It’s hard to say. Even so, he finds his breathing even out, focus taking over. He’s going to need it; he can’t afford to be too inaccurate with a gun, not in a crowded city like this.
He stretches his neck and takes the rifle, handling it with some familiarity. It’s almost second nature. Of course, it’s not exactly like it’s Joseph’s favorite firearm, but he’s still pretty good with it, especially given that it’s semiautomatic. Which is really helpful given his wound, even if the pain in his shoulder has calmed down a little to a dull throb.
He sticks his head out, has to duck back inside for a moment as a griffon, screeching, flies by and attempts to rip his head off. It’s just an average-sized statue, so it’s not as if it’s like the Cthulhu statue, but it’s still got enough strength and momentum to break a fragile little human like himself.
True, he probably could use the tank’s gun, but it only points in front of them, or at the most to their sides. Usel—she’s got him doing it now. Jerk.
That’s not very helpful when the monster’s behind them.
Plus, it probably does too much damage. He doesn’t want to take chunks out of buildings or cars or passersby, and as excited as mind-Joseph is about the possibility of trying a tank’s gun out on a giant flying statue (I mean, it probably wouldn’t do too much, since a plane’s guns weren’t too good against Pillar Men and these guys are kinda like that, if just a little less durable, but it’d be fun to try), he’s never tried it before, and neither has Jorge or anyone else in the family that he can think of, so he can’t guess anything about how good he is with the aim. Also, they’d have to turn to face it, and from what he can tell, Von Stroheim’s attempting to get them out somewhere where not only can she satisfy her desires to reenact literature (seriously, Fitz’ll be jealous), but there won’t be civilians around to get hurt. Making a stand here in the middle of a street won’t be the way to ensure people don’t get hurt.
Making a Stand. Ha. Buffy would appreciate that one.
He pokes his head out again, breathe in, breathe out halfway, and hold. Shoot. It’s not perfect aim, but he still hits the wing with multiple shots, and feels the roar of anger reverberate not even through his ears, but even through his own soul. Still, it looks like it’d partially phased into reality at the time, so he did manage to hurt it a little, even if, ultimately, it’s little more than a small bee, buzzing around and stinging, over and over (one of the ones with more than one stinger, and don’t die when they sting, and he’s getting mentally sidetracked).
It doesn’t matter how little you think of us or how unafraid you are of the possibility of us taking you down. Underestimating us will be your downfall, he thinks with a smile, ducking back inside. Unfortunately, the rifle seems to have jammed. He thinks about making a crack about that superior German manufacture (doesn’t; Captain Beefheart needs to concentrate), or asking her how to un-jam it (again, she’s got better things to do), so he just fiddles with it for a bit, until he figures it out.
She’s definitely sweating. “I might be pretty useless after this, Jojo.”
He nods to show he’s listening, even as he works quickly and carefully with his fingers. It’s not like he’s in the best of shape, either.
“Creating large things, like planes and tanks, is difficult. Using something already existing, like the car, helps, but it’s still difficult. Creating this many things at the same time is also stressful, or this many things one after the other. Adding additional attributes, such as the speed of this tank…” She trails off, and yeah, he’d wondered about that, “Overuse of your Stand has a high possibility of putting you in a healing coma. The more you push yourself past your limits, the longer you’re stuck. If you allow yourself to relax and recover, you can avoid that, but I’m not sure we have the time.” Her voice…there’s just the slightest of tremors below the surface, but her hands are perfectly steady.
“It’s a good thing we’re not in this on our own, then, right?” he asks, trusting in her faith in Robin and his own in Fitz, and she meets him with a knowing, tight smile and goes back to her work, as he does with his.
Rinse, repeat. His ears are bleeding a little from the screams by the time they come into view of the docks, but in the end, the tactic seems to be working. Nobody else has the attention of that giant hulking half-dragon half-octopus, that’s for sure.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Captain Beefheart and Johan continue their running battle with the Stand.
Word Count: 1062
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“Stop being useless and sitting there,” Captain Von Stroheim mutters and hands him a German rifle.
He has to swallow down the urge to punch her, because that would distract her from driving, but seriously, you do not use that word. It is a banned word.
Of course, given how she’s driving what is, at least on the outside, a tank, and doing so through crowded city streets with a bunch of abandoned cars as well as statues likely to see them as a ‘threat’ and attack them, never mind staying out of Cthulhu’s attack radius while getting it to follow them to set it up for the attack, she’s probably not too concerned about being rude or echoing ancient vampires at the moment. Given all the cars abandoned on the streets, too, steering is particularly hard, especially given the size of the vehicle. It doesn’t exactly turn like a motorcycle.
Joseph, help? He doesn’t like guns, no Scooby does, there’s traumatizing memories of Buffy being shot in front of him and Tara dead, so maybe on occasion it can be good to be able to become someone else. Someone without those memories, who won’t panic and be…and be helpless.
He realizes that it’s only an echo he’s putting on in his mind, not really Joseph or another personality or anything, but it’s kind of nice to talk to himself and pretend it’s someone else.
Or maybe it’s Pretender, really? It’s hard to say. Even so, he finds his breathing even out, focus taking over. He’s going to need it; he can’t afford to be too inaccurate with a gun, not in a crowded city like this.
He stretches his neck and takes the rifle, handling it with some familiarity. It’s almost second nature. Of course, it’s not exactly like it’s Joseph’s favorite firearm, but he’s still pretty good with it, especially given that it’s semiautomatic. Which is really helpful given his wound, even if the pain in his shoulder has calmed down a little to a dull throb.
He sticks his head out, has to duck back inside for a moment as a griffon, screeching, flies by and attempts to rip his head off. It’s just an average-sized statue, so it’s not as if it’s like the Cthulhu statue, but it’s still got enough strength and momentum to break a fragile little human like himself.
True, he probably could use the tank’s gun, but it only points in front of them, or at the most to their sides. Usel—she’s got him doing it now. Jerk.
That’s not very helpful when the monster’s behind them.
Plus, it probably does too much damage. He doesn’t want to take chunks out of buildings or cars or passersby, and as excited as mind-Joseph is about the possibility of trying a tank’s gun out on a giant flying statue (I mean, it probably wouldn’t do too much, since a plane’s guns weren’t too good against Pillar Men and these guys are kinda like that, if just a little less durable, but it’d be fun to try), he’s never tried it before, and neither has Jorge or anyone else in the family that he can think of, so he can’t guess anything about how good he is with the aim. Also, they’d have to turn to face it, and from what he can tell, Von Stroheim’s attempting to get them out somewhere where not only can she satisfy her desires to reenact literature (seriously, Fitz’ll be jealous), but there won’t be civilians around to get hurt. Making a stand here in the middle of a street won’t be the way to ensure people don’t get hurt.
Making a Stand. Ha. Buffy would appreciate that one.
He pokes his head out again, breathe in, breathe out halfway, and hold. Shoot. It’s not perfect aim, but he still hits the wing with multiple shots, and feels the roar of anger reverberate not even through his ears, but even through his own soul. Still, it looks like it’d partially phased into reality at the time, so he did manage to hurt it a little, even if, ultimately, it’s little more than a small bee, buzzing around and stinging, over and over (one of the ones with more than one stinger, and don’t die when they sting, and he’s getting mentally sidetracked).
It doesn’t matter how little you think of us or how unafraid you are of the possibility of us taking you down. Underestimating us will be your downfall, he thinks with a smile, ducking back inside. Unfortunately, the rifle seems to have jammed. He thinks about making a crack about that superior German manufacture (doesn’t; Captain Beefheart needs to concentrate), or asking her how to un-jam it (again, she’s got better things to do), so he just fiddles with it for a bit, until he figures it out.
She’s definitely sweating. “I might be pretty useless after this, Jojo.”
He nods to show he’s listening, even as he works quickly and carefully with his fingers. It’s not like he’s in the best of shape, either.
“Creating large things, like planes and tanks, is difficult. Using something already existing, like the car, helps, but it’s still difficult. Creating this many things at the same time is also stressful, or this many things one after the other. Adding additional attributes, such as the speed of this tank…” She trails off, and yeah, he’d wondered about that, “Overuse of your Stand has a high possibility of putting you in a healing coma. The more you push yourself past your limits, the longer you’re stuck. If you allow yourself to relax and recover, you can avoid that, but I’m not sure we have the time.” Her voice…there’s just the slightest of tremors below the surface, but her hands are perfectly steady.
“It’s a good thing we’re not in this on our own, then, right?” he asks, trusting in her faith in Robin and his own in Fitz, and she meets him with a knowing, tight smile and goes back to her work, as he does with his.
Rinse, repeat. His ears are bleeding a little from the screams by the time they come into view of the docks, but in the end, the tactic seems to be working. Nobody else has the attention of that giant hulking half-dragon half-octopus, that’s for sure.
