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madimpossibledreamerInterview was stressful and kind of disheartening. I hope I'm not stuck in cashier jobs for the rest of my life (buffy, your feelings I feel deeply).
~Dreamer~
PS: Fun facts: the sledgehammer actually comes from near the Templar HQ (Secret World). Mostly because I was like "what weapons should we use on living statues" and have done the mission where you steal a crowbar from the nearby construction site recently.
Edit: eeee just watched my favorite panels. i love car!thief giorno, he's the best.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Allies step up to deal with the statue infestation.
Word Count: 1012
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Living statues have very little on a Slayer, particularly when armed with swords. Of course, the usual swords have very little effect, since one’s not going to stay in place to be chopped to pieces, but the heavy longswords like the zweihanders seem to be especially effective. They’re more resistant to most magic, but telekinetically controlled bits of previously destroyed statues seem to be doing the trick, and fortunately as younger Willow had proved telekinesis was an especially easy spell to learn, even early on. Even better that it was a spell commonly used in the field, since it didn’t matter whether a stake was propelled by hand or by magic, all that mattered was finding the heart of the vampire. Most witches who were ever allowed in the field could probably cast the spell in their sleep. Of course, bashing statues with stone until they went down was a little inelegant, but if it worked, who cared, really? The only danger, really, is a bunch of the statues clustering up on a Slayer and doing damage, which is why most Slayers prefer a good offense as their defense, and have witches and Kakyoin watching their backs. Honestly, the Gargoyles of London would be a piece of cake if not for the recent reduction in Council numbers. At least it’s original. Buffy will give them that. She’s pretty sure that’s not even something that happened in Sunnydale, which is saying something.
Willow and Andrew seem to have figured out some sort of witch-fire bomb. It’s something she’s never seen Willow use, but it seems to be very effective. Willow throws what looks like another water balloon, only the murky green water inside flashes as it covers the target. She and Andrew chant for a few seconds, and the statue bursts into chunks of stone. They high five before Andrew throws another one.
“That all you got?” Faith yells. She’d taken a sledgehammer from a nearby construction site. They’re not very fond of the sledgehammer, either. She finds herself slightly nostalgic for Olaf’s hammer, but she doesn’t have it on her. It’s sadly still in the ruins of the old Watcher’s mansion, and after the deaths of yet more witches and Slayers they can’t afford in the wake of an unknown water demon or Stand User, she’d been forbidden to go back. Still, the metal bat is serving her well enough, despite the bittersweet memories it brings back. Memories of playing catch in the backyard with a father who has yet to try to contact either her or Dawn again. Does hitting a flying statue into…is that a giant frog statue, and if so, why?...count as a home run? She suppresses a wince at the thought that Xander probably would argue it was and be yelling all sorts of ridiculous baseball references as he joins her in battle. It’d be cool to fight alongside him, she thinks. Wonders if his is a more melee style, like hers. Or his…he’d decided to call him Uncle, right? Her eyes skitter over to a stoic Japanese man. She wonders if he’s ever tried playing baseball. If he’d even want to.
Terrifyingly, he has an expression on his face for the first time in a while, a deadly smirk. He’s enjoying it—not that Buffy doesn’t understand the feeling. Sometimes, when you’re feeling overwhelmed and helpless, sometimes the best medicine is a good fight. One hand rests casually in his pocket, the other on the omnipresent cap, as he follows the movements of his Stand with interested, ruthless eyes.
His friend has found a roughly safe location on a rooftop and appears to be sniping off gargoyles trying to outflank them with the seethrough green jewels, sunglasses glinting as he turns his head. It’s appreciated, because that’s the only real danger they have to worry about.
Josephine has found two opposing doorways relatively close to each other and continues to bounce between them to catch enemies unawares. A few dare follow her in, and…well, that’s the last mistake they ever make. She also, at first, had somehow gotten her hands on fishing nets and had gotten a couple gargoyles tangled up long enough to deal with them. In an absolutely ludicrous move, she appears to be using brass knuckles, which have to be some sort of mystical weapon or something because getting that close to something that could easily tear her head off? Now she’s got some clue of what Giles is talking about when he chides her for being reckless. She’s also got some glow about her hands, but it’s not consistent enough, so Buffy suspects it’s an innate ability Ms. Joestar (she’s not going to even try to pronounce the Japanese version) hasn’t been trained in and doesn’t have full control over.
Speaking of Giles, he’s not doing a bad job himself, though he appears to be mostly trying to maim the statues enough they prove an easy target for the Slayers in his group. Unlike her, he’s not traveling between groups.
“I’ve known women all over the world, and I can tell you, your fiancé is a one-of-a-kind, Hirose. You know, Yukako is beautiful, but terrifying,” Mister Hol Horse remarks, curving his shot around Koichi and shooting a gargoyle sneaking up behind his shorter partner.
She turns with a shriek and her hair whips out, wrapping the statue like a cocoon and squeezing, tighter, tighter, ever tighter, until the stone cracks and crumbles. “That’ll teach you to try to hurt my Koichi!” she yells at the unhearing chunks.
“Well, I’m glad you’re intimidated. I’d hate to have to ask for a new partner from the Foundation,” Koichi agrees, Echoes Act 2 shooting the word ‘crumble’ from its tail to hit a lion leaping in Hol Horse’s direction, and it roars as it crumbles into dust on the wind.
Hol Horse suppresses a shudder. They’re uniquely suited to each other, really. Koichi might seem kind and innocent, and for the most part he is, but occasionally a cruel streak that would have delighted DIO appears.
