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madimpossibledreamerTHIS IS CHAPTER 100. I CANNOT BELIEVE.
~Dreamer~
EDIT: NEITHER CAN FUTURE!ME
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan and the Captain make it to the ship.
Word Count: 1027
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
This time he’s pushing himself past his limits. At least water is a better cushion for his poor, aching legs than walking absolutely anywhere.
He feels Pretender’s guilt at getting hit, which is utterly ridiculous (like they could’ve dodged a falling elevator while hiding in the small recess of a floor opening, that’s crazy—but then, that’s a reflection of himself, he tends to blame himself for everything these days and everyone else when he was an idiot teenager), but they’re also both fairly certain he can push himself at least a little more. Where he doesn’t have the physical strength, he can rely on his inner strength, his Stand. Even if it’s also wounded.
And at least actually swam when they went to the beach, unlike Willow, who would just walk along the shore collecting shells and starfish and almost tried to pick up that jellyfish before they stopped her, and Jesse, who just wanted to stay on the beach and check out the bikinis…
No, not a good line of thought. Think about friends that he wants to keep alive, not the ones who are already dead or aren’t present. They’d had fun, but it’s irrelevant now, during the middle of a life-or-death combat. Remembering isn’t as painful as in the past, but it’s still distracting, and he needs to keep a clear, focused mind to deal with this. To deal with a Cthulhu statue out to kill him. And this is fairly normal for a Scooby. His life is definitely weird, based on purely objective standards.
He’s already made it to the ladder and starts to pull himself up, but it hurts a little too much, and he grits his teeth against the pain. If he stays out here, he’d certainly be good bait, given how much he’d angered the thing, but it’d be a suicide mission, and Fitz definitely wouldn’t forgive him that. They’re both supposed to return alive, with all their new friends also intact. He flounders for a few moments but realizes there’s an easy answer.
He pulls the Pretender out, uses his good arm and his Stand’s good arm to slowly pull himself up rung by rung as fast as he can go onto the deck.
For a moment, he thinks Captain Beefheart is going to yell at him, but she looks at him, worried, and nods respectfully at him. “Creative thinking.”
“I do my best,” he responds with a smile. That’s the strength of his Stand, and coincidentally, for him. “Your turn, though. I can’t take your spotlight when the crowds are cheering.”
She shakes her head and smiles back and calls Panzermensch, the armored form familiar once more before it turns into a blue, glowy, cyberpunk outline, disappears, and starts to form around the ship, forming lines all around it and I glance up to see them forming over our heads.
It’s enough for Joseph to have a clue of what she’s planning, particularly when it starts filling in. “I thought you said it was a ship.”
“In the original, yes, but we’re not following the story specifically. The Germans used far more submarines.” In other words, it’s probably easier for her to create it. Probably. She’s having to add more to it, again, like making a tank out of a car, but more familiar German weapons and vehicles might offset that. Or maybe it’s not even a choice. Maybe it’s a limitation and she can’t make anything else.
And then there’s a splash, big enough that water sloshes up onto the deck through the still hardening hull, and he realizes they’re probably out of time. Most things don’t make quite such a splash when they enter the water. The scream comes, like a crack in reality and he finds his vision blur, stumbling with his hand to his head. Images flash before his—is that his eyes? Is that his mind?—impossible geometry, alien vistas, oozing outward to engulf him.
Johan, stop listening—concentrate only on my voice. It’s ironic that he’s being instructed to only listen to a voice in his head, but his mind’s here and able to think such thoughts so he’s not entirely lost. He closes his eyes and flashes back to a mansion and sakura blossoms and feels a touch of strength return. His is a legacy he has to live up to, emphasis on the living.
“Hurry up!” he calls to Von Stroheim and starts running, following her to the control room.
“Easy for you to say, Jojo!” she screams back.
~Dreamer~
EDIT: NEITHER CAN FUTURE!ME
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan and the Captain make it to the ship.
Word Count: 1027
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Despite his brave words, he hadn’t been quite as confident as he’d sounded. Fortunately, there’s no sharks this time. It’s a lot harder to swim with the wounded shoulder, and it’s kind of messed up this has been the second time in years he’s been swimming under bad circumstances. And at least he’s not lost underwater, with no idea of what’s up and down. His entire body aches. No matter what he’s told Fitz, this isn’t exactly like it was in Sunnydale. No matter the fact that they’d dealt with all sorts of enemies and villains over the years, he wasn’t exactly on the front lines for the whole time. He was more like Darling and Robin and Fitz right now, support class, looking out for the civilians and serving as backup for the heavy hitters. Most of the time, when he’d been fighting with a group. He’s had a little more experience, fighting on his own to bring in Slayers, and he had to survive and manage on his own. But it’s still not quite the same. An untrained Slayer is still capable, especially as backup, and he’d mostly run into serial killers (crazy humans, he’d dealt with before, more than once) and vampires, most of which were fledges or otherwise relatively new. Even then, he didn’t have to push himself quite like this. When he’s been wounded, he’d usually dealt with the wounder before, and had time to wrap his own wounds and rest. Maybe talk to associated Council witches or shamans to heal up if it was bad. He’d never had to keep going without a rest.
This time he’s pushing himself past his limits. At least water is a better cushion for his poor, aching legs than walking absolutely anywhere.
He feels Pretender’s guilt at getting hit, which is utterly ridiculous (like they could’ve dodged a falling elevator while hiding in the small recess of a floor opening, that’s crazy—but then, that’s a reflection of himself, he tends to blame himself for everything these days and everyone else when he was an idiot teenager), but they’re also both fairly certain he can push himself at least a little more. Where he doesn’t have the physical strength, he can rely on his inner strength, his Stand. Even if it’s also wounded.
And at least actually swam when they went to the beach, unlike Willow, who would just walk along the shore collecting shells and starfish and almost tried to pick up that jellyfish before they stopped her, and Jesse, who just wanted to stay on the beach and check out the bikinis…
No, not a good line of thought. Think about friends that he wants to keep alive, not the ones who are already dead or aren’t present. They’d had fun, but it’s irrelevant now, during the middle of a life-or-death combat. Remembering isn’t as painful as in the past, but it’s still distracting, and he needs to keep a clear, focused mind to deal with this. To deal with a Cthulhu statue out to kill him. And this is fairly normal for a Scooby. His life is definitely weird, based on purely objective standards.
He’s already made it to the ladder and starts to pull himself up, but it hurts a little too much, and he grits his teeth against the pain. If he stays out here, he’d certainly be good bait, given how much he’d angered the thing, but it’d be a suicide mission, and Fitz definitely wouldn’t forgive him that. They’re both supposed to return alive, with all their new friends also intact. He flounders for a few moments but realizes there’s an easy answer.
He pulls the Pretender out, uses his good arm and his Stand’s good arm to slowly pull himself up rung by rung as fast as he can go onto the deck.
For a moment, he thinks Captain Beefheart is going to yell at him, but she looks at him, worried, and nods respectfully at him. “Creative thinking.”
“I do my best,” he responds with a smile. That’s the strength of his Stand, and coincidentally, for him. “Your turn, though. I can’t take your spotlight when the crowds are cheering.”
She shakes her head and smiles back and calls Panzermensch, the armored form familiar once more before it turns into a blue, glowy, cyberpunk outline, disappears, and starts to form around the ship, forming lines all around it and I glance up to see them forming over our heads.
It’s enough for Joseph to have a clue of what she’s planning, particularly when it starts filling in. “I thought you said it was a ship.”
“In the original, yes, but we’re not following the story specifically. The Germans used far more submarines.” In other words, it’s probably easier for her to create it. Probably. She’s having to add more to it, again, like making a tank out of a car, but more familiar German weapons and vehicles might offset that. Or maybe it’s not even a choice. Maybe it’s a limitation and she can’t make anything else.
And then there’s a splash, big enough that water sloshes up onto the deck through the still hardening hull, and he realizes they’re probably out of time. Most things don’t make quite such a splash when they enter the water. The scream comes, like a crack in reality and he finds his vision blur, stumbling with his hand to his head. Images flash before his—is that his eyes? Is that his mind?—impossible geometry, alien vistas, oozing outward to engulf him.
Johan, stop listening—concentrate only on my voice. It’s ironic that he’s being instructed to only listen to a voice in his head, but his mind’s here and able to think such thoughts so he’s not entirely lost. He closes his eyes and flashes back to a mansion and sakura blossoms and feels a touch of strength return. His is a legacy he has to live up to, emphasis on the living.
“Hurry up!” he calls to Von Stroheim and starts running, following her to the control room.
“Easy for you to say, Jojo!” she screams back.
