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madimpossibledreamer(it’s likely that one of whitney’s friends got shot at some point. It’s also likely that Wesley knew this. He’s a jerk like that.)
~dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Whitney thinks over Wesley's words, and together with her new friend spots the newest Horseman.
Word Count: 1118
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
There’s a secondary point to their presence here, and the order is one she can’t share with Antonia. Dr. Walker had done his job, retrieved a list of names of interest to Wolfram and Hart and disposed of nosy investigators, but it had come to their attention that the list was incomplete, and when they’d gone to talk to the man he was nowhere to be found. “It’s likely he’s selling the lot, perhaps even including copies, to the highest bidder,” Wesley had informed her with a nasty smile. “If there’s anything I hate more than a betrayal, it’s a sloppy betrayal. He should’ve just made copies of the entirety—then it would’ve taken longer to learn of his duplicity, at least. Find and eliminate him, and retrieve any trace of the list—if possible, without reading it. We wouldn’t want you to become another statistic.” He patted her on the head, and she’d outright shuddered at that. “After all, anyone who would engage in corporate espionage deserves corporal punishment, wouldn’t you agree? Particularly ones that might serve as dangers on multiple fronts, such as Alexander Harris.”
She gathers together her tatters of courage and manages to speak up, to ask a question, because she really doesn’t understand. “I’d gotten the idea from office rumour, sir, that you’re a hands-on type. Why aren’t you dealing with this directly?”
It’s probably a good thing that she’d managed to get across the fact that it’s just curiosity. She’d also heard the rumors of how he’d beheaded one of the firm’s most prominent lawyers, and the fact that the two like to hide fatal traps in each other’s houses. Perhaps he’d been on the side of the “good” once, but after his death he’d become rather sadistic.
“Oh, I am. I’m sending one of my most promising new members of the firm.” That statement alone is enough to terrify her, but she doesn’t voice that. “As important as our new Arrow project is, there’s another matter that’s come to my attention, and I’m wanted to coordinate efforts in Italy.” He pauses, before continuing, “…Apparently, while the Mafia still contribute to our mutually beneficial relationship, another gang, the Passione has declared war on us.”
She makes the mistake of giggling nervously, and he frowns.
“That wasn’t a euphemism, Miss Houston. Do try not to get yourself shot—one of their members is said to be a crack shot.”
When Ellis barges into her office exclaiming about the catered crepes in the lunchroom, she finds she’s been staring at the wall for a few minutes. It’s probably shock. She doesn’t let on.
From the comments, it’s unlikely that this Xander is quite the danger he’s been presented as to Antonia, but on the other hand, it’s useless and possibly deadly to argue the point with her, so Houston doesn’t plan to try. It’s possible he has a copy of the missing documents, which, quite apart from the price on his head, would easily spell his death. From everything she’s heard of the Joestar family, this whole statue thing isn’t their style. They would have a very specific goal. If there’s a goal here, it’s more of a general one, because as this goes, she would bet her soul (which technically isn’t hers to bet, but that’s beside the point) that for all its strengths this Stand could only be given very specific instructions, if the User’s control even reaches that far. It has to have some type of weakness, and that’s the most likely. (Then again…is it even possible for the User to put the genie back in the bottle after that?)
Besides, from everything she’s heard, there’s also another problem with the scenario as presented—the Joestars wouldn’t go after uninvolved citizens, no matter what Ellis might think. If this mass of statues wasn’t harassing random passersby and headed for W&H’s headquarters directly, perhaps she’d consider the idea, but as it was, no.
She’d almost think it was an employee acting under instructions, considering this is almost bound to draw out not only one but multiple Joestars, because they’ll see people in trouble and come to help out innocents. In fact, despite the instruction to find and either stop or recruit the User, she can’t rule it out, because she’s not even close to being told everything. If nothing else, they would probably think it a happy accident if they can kill one or two. A prepared employee takes advantage of opportunity, after all.
Fear might help Wolfram & Hart’s business practices, or it might hurt them. It’s hard to tell at the moment—she’s not one of those statistics number crunchers. She’d almost prefer that, but she’s no good at math and knows that.
“Are you seeing anything useful?” Antonia asks, leaning over Whitney’s shoulder, and she shakes the thoughts off, pulling herself back into the present. She hadn’t actually been paying attention to the body she’d knelt next to, not that Ellis needs to know that.
On the list of ‘need-to-know’, Ellis isn’t one of the people with access to just about anything.
And she frowns, because if she just saw what she thought she did, this is bad. “Did you see the clay grow?”
“No…you think it’s alive?” Antonia hides just a little further behind Whitney’s back, which is kind of funny—the bloodthirsty woman’s made nervous by living clay. Not that she doesn’t have a point.
She glances between the man in front of her and the terracotta statue and a terrible idea dawns on her slowly, like the realization she’d had about her own soul not too long ago. “I think it’s a disease. Definitely don’t touch it.” And there’s something worse. “I don’t know if the terracotta soldiers are also contagious but don’t touch them either. We’ve got to hurry. I don’t know if they can come alive like the soldiers but I don’t want to delay and find out. Now we have to look for the Stand. Keep your eye out for anything that stands out.”
Antonia straightens suddenly. “Does a giant glass scorpion kaiju qualify?”
Whitney gets up and is about to respond, following Antonia’s gaze, only to find it’s barreling down on them.
~dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Whitney thinks over Wesley's words, and together with her new friend spots the newest Horseman.
Word Count: 1118
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
There’s no statues in the area, at least, not that she can see—which only makes Whitney even more paranoid. Antonia had certainly enjoyed smashing up statues on the way there, letting out what seemed like an endless, consuming lust for destruction. If she also had a creative mind, knew her powers well, she would be even more terrifying, but as it is, she comes off as a little kid, mentally. A little kid who loved hurting people and things.
There’s a secondary point to their presence here, and the order is one she can’t share with Antonia. Dr. Walker had done his job, retrieved a list of names of interest to Wolfram and Hart and disposed of nosy investigators, but it had come to their attention that the list was incomplete, and when they’d gone to talk to the man he was nowhere to be found. “It’s likely he’s selling the lot, perhaps even including copies, to the highest bidder,” Wesley had informed her with a nasty smile. “If there’s anything I hate more than a betrayal, it’s a sloppy betrayal. He should’ve just made copies of the entirety—then it would’ve taken longer to learn of his duplicity, at least. Find and eliminate him, and retrieve any trace of the list—if possible, without reading it. We wouldn’t want you to become another statistic.” He patted her on the head, and she’d outright shuddered at that. “After all, anyone who would engage in corporate espionage deserves corporal punishment, wouldn’t you agree? Particularly ones that might serve as dangers on multiple fronts, such as Alexander Harris.”
She gathers together her tatters of courage and manages to speak up, to ask a question, because she really doesn’t understand. “I’d gotten the idea from office rumour, sir, that you’re a hands-on type. Why aren’t you dealing with this directly?”
It’s probably a good thing that she’d managed to get across the fact that it’s just curiosity. She’d also heard the rumors of how he’d beheaded one of the firm’s most prominent lawyers, and the fact that the two like to hide fatal traps in each other’s houses. Perhaps he’d been on the side of the “good” once, but after his death he’d become rather sadistic.
“Oh, I am. I’m sending one of my most promising new members of the firm.” That statement alone is enough to terrify her, but she doesn’t voice that. “As important as our new Arrow project is, there’s another matter that’s come to my attention, and I’m wanted to coordinate efforts in Italy.” He pauses, before continuing, “…Apparently, while the Mafia still contribute to our mutually beneficial relationship, another gang, the Passione has declared war on us.”
She makes the mistake of giggling nervously, and he frowns.
“That wasn’t a euphemism, Miss Houston. Do try not to get yourself shot—one of their members is said to be a crack shot.”
When Ellis barges into her office exclaiming about the catered crepes in the lunchroom, she finds she’s been staring at the wall for a few minutes. It’s probably shock. She doesn’t let on.
From the comments, it’s unlikely that this Xander is quite the danger he’s been presented as to Antonia, but on the other hand, it’s useless and possibly deadly to argue the point with her, so Houston doesn’t plan to try. It’s possible he has a copy of the missing documents, which, quite apart from the price on his head, would easily spell his death. From everything she’s heard of the Joestar family, this whole statue thing isn’t their style. They would have a very specific goal. If there’s a goal here, it’s more of a general one, because as this goes, she would bet her soul (which technically isn’t hers to bet, but that’s beside the point) that for all its strengths this Stand could only be given very specific instructions, if the User’s control even reaches that far. It has to have some type of weakness, and that’s the most likely. (Then again…is it even possible for the User to put the genie back in the bottle after that?)
Besides, from everything she’s heard, there’s also another problem with the scenario as presented—the Joestars wouldn’t go after uninvolved citizens, no matter what Ellis might think. If this mass of statues wasn’t harassing random passersby and headed for W&H’s headquarters directly, perhaps she’d consider the idea, but as it was, no.
She’d almost think it was an employee acting under instructions, considering this is almost bound to draw out not only one but multiple Joestars, because they’ll see people in trouble and come to help out innocents. In fact, despite the instruction to find and either stop or recruit the User, she can’t rule it out, because she’s not even close to being told everything. If nothing else, they would probably think it a happy accident if they can kill one or two. A prepared employee takes advantage of opportunity, after all.
Fear might help Wolfram & Hart’s business practices, or it might hurt them. It’s hard to tell at the moment—she’s not one of those statistics number crunchers. She’d almost prefer that, but she’s no good at math and knows that.
“Are you seeing anything useful?” Antonia asks, leaning over Whitney’s shoulder, and she shakes the thoughts off, pulling herself back into the present. She hadn’t actually been paying attention to the body she’d knelt next to, not that Ellis needs to know that.
On the list of ‘need-to-know’, Ellis isn’t one of the people with access to just about anything.
And she frowns, because if she just saw what she thought she did, this is bad. “Did you see the clay grow?”
“No…you think it’s alive?” Antonia hides just a little further behind Whitney’s back, which is kind of funny—the bloodthirsty woman’s made nervous by living clay. Not that she doesn’t have a point.
She glances between the man in front of her and the terracotta statue and a terrible idea dawns on her slowly, like the realization she’d had about her own soul not too long ago. “I think it’s a disease. Definitely don’t touch it.” And there’s something worse. “I don’t know if the terracotta soldiers are also contagious but don’t touch them either. We’ve got to hurry. I don’t know if they can come alive like the soldiers but I don’t want to delay and find out. Now we have to look for the Stand. Keep your eye out for anything that stands out.”
Antonia straightens suddenly. “Does a giant glass scorpion kaiju qualify?”
Whitney gets up and is about to respond, following Antonia’s gaze, only to find it’s barreling down on them.
