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madimpossibledreamerTemporarily next week Jojo Fridays will be Jojo Saturday. Unfortunately, I'm working the whole day. (I'll also miss the next episode with Aerosmith, as in I'll have to watch it the day after, which as much as I like Nara, I'm less angry about that than missing the first episode with Iluso).
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz uses newfound and barely remembered skills in his effort to bring the fight to a close.
Word Count: 1018
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
It’ll probably be long enough. He might be pushing himself to his limits, but he’s not about to let himself or the others get killed and let Jojo down.
He hears the sound of the horse statue following him, hooves clattering on the wood. He’d been reluctant to say that part out loud, but then again, why should he worry? The Stand doesn’t know his own abilities. It can’t avoid what’s coming. The fact that it hasn’t shapeshifted into the dragon form to try to get to him more easily indicates that he’s right about the multi-part Stand.
He ducks out of the way just in time for the jade horse Stand to slam into the wall, and wobbles a bit himself. Wait, is it…the more damaged it is, the more weak I become? …But I won’t let that dissuade me from my plan, or my resolve.
When he reaches the top of the stairs, as expected, there’s a lock on the door. Fortunately, he’s dealt with similar situations (perhaps I have matured, Grace; I’m not looking at that time as a problem anymore, only as a wealth of experience that can help Johan) in the past and hits the chain in a precise way with the hilt of his knife. As expected, the chain was weak, and it falls, lock and all, useless to the floor. He kicks open the door, hearing the gallop begin in his direction again, and runs to the edge of the roof. It’s fortunate he has a good sense of direction, so he can head directly to the side closest to the fountain.
When he glances down, he sees the absolute mess they’ve made of what is probably a historic, beautiful fountain, and watches as another hamon-filled arrow strikes the water, sending a ripple through amplified by the water, and more chunks of stone go flying. Whisper and Darling are throwing some of the chunks of stone back in to attempt to do more damage.
“That’s good enough! Get away from the fountain!” he yells, as the gallop continues toward him and he hears Darling scream.
“Sorry,” he mutters ironically, and easily…
Sidesteps.
The Stand lets out a sudden, terrified whinny and falls, unable to stop its own momentum. Fitz picks out a path and goes for it, even if he is a bit rusty—he’s not the delinquent youth that climbs every building he can find anymore, after all. LJ follows him easily, sliding down like it’s on an invisible water slide. The handholds and footholds and jumps come back easily enough, though he’s certainly weaker than in the past, and he can feel his arm starting to give out a little. Still, if Stand users keep attacking them, he’s pretty sure it counts as a rather unorthodox training regimen.
His landing is definitely a little rusty, but he only stumbles a little, and while there’s a bit of pain, it’s not bad. He did, of course, remember to bend his knees. LJ slides in front of him to the limit of its range.
It’s unfortunate—for the Stand, that is—that it shares similarities with real horses. Specifically, it had landed on one of its legs, and has issues standing, screaming in pain and fear. As with real horses, a leg injury is bound to be fatal, even if that happens to be by his own hand.
He certainly feels even more exhausted, so it’s probable he’s correct. Even if it has a secondary effect, though, even if it hurts him badly, it’ll go away when the Stand is gone.
The entire pool of water the Stand is laying in, thanks to Lotus Juice’s touch and the new power, Mass Destruction, turns to acid, eating stone and metal and coins and the Stand, which starts screaming even louder. He has to steel his heart to the sound. It’s not a real horse, after all, and if he hadn’t killed it the statue would’ve killed them.
He turns with the running footsteps to see Robin, who instantly tells him, “Way to go, man!” and begins examining his wounds as the screams begin to die.
“You’ve been on the streets,” Darling states hesitantly as he joins them.
“I don’t like to talk about that,” he snaps back, and feels a little bad at the way she shrinks away. “But then, no one does, do they?” he adds, quieter, and earns a small, shy smile.
“Whisper’s telling me I’ve been missing something,” she moves on, which is very kind of her, but then, she’s street smart, isn’t she? Despite the fact that she’s only been a foster child, as far as he’s aware, never having lived on the streets in the past. “We can make your emotions heal you, or your emotions be healed by your body. We’ve just never done it before because there was never a use. There wasn’t really a use…” she pauses, looking guilty, before she corrects herself, “….well, not an ace use, anyway, on myself, and there was no point in healing people I was trying to steal from. You feel powerful, in control right?”
He manages a smile. “More than I’ve felt in years.” The only thing that would make it better is if Johan was here so he could keep an eye on him. The last time he’d been elsewhere during a fight he’d nearly gotten killed, but then, he had an ally who, if anything like Robin, was trustworthy, and in any case he should concentrate on the happy emotions, if he’s correct about how Violent Whispers works.
Whisper slaps him lightly, and it’s not perfect, likely because he can’t fully calm his heart, but his arm does feel better than it had, and even his bruises hurt less.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz uses newfound and barely remembered skills in his effort to bring the fight to a close.
Word Count: 1018
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
There’s only one other thing that needs to be done to set the stage. Perhaps the Stand will appreciate the set dressing upon its downfall; it seems a very theatrical fellow. “Robin, Darling, I don’t care how, break the fountain outside. Get the water everywhere,” he yells, running up the stairs as quickly as he can.
It’ll probably be long enough. He might be pushing himself to his limits, but he’s not about to let himself or the others get killed and let Jojo down.
He hears the sound of the horse statue following him, hooves clattering on the wood. He’d been reluctant to say that part out loud, but then again, why should he worry? The Stand doesn’t know his own abilities. It can’t avoid what’s coming. The fact that it hasn’t shapeshifted into the dragon form to try to get to him more easily indicates that he’s right about the multi-part Stand.
He ducks out of the way just in time for the jade horse Stand to slam into the wall, and wobbles a bit himself. Wait, is it…the more damaged it is, the more weak I become? …But I won’t let that dissuade me from my plan, or my resolve.
When he reaches the top of the stairs, as expected, there’s a lock on the door. Fortunately, he’s dealt with similar situations (perhaps I have matured, Grace; I’m not looking at that time as a problem anymore, only as a wealth of experience that can help Johan) in the past and hits the chain in a precise way with the hilt of his knife. As expected, the chain was weak, and it falls, lock and all, useless to the floor. He kicks open the door, hearing the gallop begin in his direction again, and runs to the edge of the roof. It’s fortunate he has a good sense of direction, so he can head directly to the side closest to the fountain.
When he glances down, he sees the absolute mess they’ve made of what is probably a historic, beautiful fountain, and watches as another hamon-filled arrow strikes the water, sending a ripple through amplified by the water, and more chunks of stone go flying. Whisper and Darling are throwing some of the chunks of stone back in to attempt to do more damage.
“That’s good enough! Get away from the fountain!” he yells, as the gallop continues toward him and he hears Darling scream.
“Sorry,” he mutters ironically, and easily…
Sidesteps.
The Stand lets out a sudden, terrified whinny and falls, unable to stop its own momentum. Fitz picks out a path and goes for it, even if he is a bit rusty—he’s not the delinquent youth that climbs every building he can find anymore, after all. LJ follows him easily, sliding down like it’s on an invisible water slide. The handholds and footholds and jumps come back easily enough, though he’s certainly weaker than in the past, and he can feel his arm starting to give out a little. Still, if Stand users keep attacking them, he’s pretty sure it counts as a rather unorthodox training regimen.
His landing is definitely a little rusty, but he only stumbles a little, and while there’s a bit of pain, it’s not bad. He did, of course, remember to bend his knees. LJ slides in front of him to the limit of its range.
It’s unfortunate—for the Stand, that is—that it shares similarities with real horses. Specifically, it had landed on one of its legs, and has issues standing, screaming in pain and fear. As with real horses, a leg injury is bound to be fatal, even if that happens to be by his own hand.
He certainly feels even more exhausted, so it’s probable he’s correct. Even if it has a secondary effect, though, even if it hurts him badly, it’ll go away when the Stand is gone.
The entire pool of water the Stand is laying in, thanks to Lotus Juice’s touch and the new power, Mass Destruction, turns to acid, eating stone and metal and coins and the Stand, which starts screaming even louder. He has to steel his heart to the sound. It’s not a real horse, after all, and if he hadn’t killed it the statue would’ve killed them.
He turns with the running footsteps to see Robin, who instantly tells him, “Way to go, man!” and begins examining his wounds as the screams begin to die.
“You’ve been on the streets,” Darling states hesitantly as he joins them.
“I don’t like to talk about that,” he snaps back, and feels a little bad at the way she shrinks away. “But then, no one does, do they?” he adds, quieter, and earns a small, shy smile.
“Whisper’s telling me I’ve been missing something,” she moves on, which is very kind of her, but then, she’s street smart, isn’t she? Despite the fact that she’s only been a foster child, as far as he’s aware, never having lived on the streets in the past. “We can make your emotions heal you, or your emotions be healed by your body. We’ve just never done it before because there was never a use. There wasn’t really a use…” she pauses, looking guilty, before she corrects herself, “….well, not an ace use, anyway, on myself, and there was no point in healing people I was trying to steal from. You feel powerful, in control right?”
He manages a smile. “More than I’ve felt in years.” The only thing that would make it better is if Johan was here so he could keep an eye on him. The last time he’d been elsewhere during a fight he’d nearly gotten killed, but then, he had an ally who, if anything like Robin, was trustworthy, and in any case he should concentrate on the happy emotions, if he’s correct about how Violent Whispers works.
Whisper slaps him lightly, and it’s not perfect, likely because he can’t fully calm his heart, but his arm does feel better than it had, and even his bruises hurt less.
