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madimpossibledreamerWHITE. ALBUM.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Mission debriefing, Captain style.
Word Count: 1023
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Also note: *think the Angels as they appear in Shin Megami Tensei or Bayonetta, but Beefheart’s not a gamer so she wouldn’t make the reference.
(no, she's not a witch. probably.)
She doesn’t care how angry Speedwagon will get—if he turns into that thing again on waking she’s going to shoot it in the face and damn the consequences. And if that doesn’t work, she’s going to have to delve further into her knowledge of literary stratagems. His work might not be such a good blueprint for living (Robin is every inch her equal; she wouldn’t allow him to watch her back if not), but it has good instructions for fighting eldritch beings.
The Stand nods. At least his Stand hasn’t mutated into something monstrous. It had directed her to go get chocolate once she had awoken from her near-coma, and hasn’t moved from its vigil staring at its User’s body. It hasn’t even talked to her, though she vaguely recalls Jojo having said something about its capability to do so. Maybe it doesn’t speak to others, or maybe it’s all in his head. Or maybe it, too, is affected by either the results of using its powers or having to turn on its own master and knock him out. When it had handed her the shopping list (consisting of solely ‘twinkies’ and ‘chocolate’), she had at first refused, believing it to be a request for itself, before it’d fixed her with a stern glare, glanced at Jojo, and waved a hand in his general direction.
Robin’s their usual requisitions officer, but she doesn’t mind getting food, in general. Being ordered around by a Stand to buy food she feels embarrassed to buy, though…that’s a new one. She gets herself a nice sausage and beer while she’s at it—English food might be bland, but nothing can weaken the taste of a good bratwurst—to replenish her own strength. Drinks a silent toast to their victory.
She may be proud, but even she can admit that while she is no stranger to Stand battles, her previous experience had been relatively easy in comparison. Tracking down the User was much easier, for one, and Robin and his sendo skills were invaluable, unlike in this instance, where they’d been relatively useless. Still, the battle, particularly how it had ended, had confirmed a suspicion she’d had, and as for the rest of it…
Jojo had served as a nice distraction, but then, considering how much he acted like the stories she’d heard of Joseph, that was no surprise. Perhaps driving a tank or submarine or picking off over a dozen statues along the way was not the glorious task it seemed, but it was crucial, and it was her plan and her driving skills that had, for the most part, prevented innocents from being involved. She can feel pride for her part.
She texts Robin, telling him that it is likely the Stand User relies on, to some extent, illusion. If you believe you can destroy the Stand, you can, so the rest of the statues should fall more easily. Reenacting moves that have worked in fiction helps considerably—because it’s part of the Stand? Because it helps increase the confidence of the one fighting it? In the end, it doesn’t really matter why, since it works. Robin’s news, that they had found the name of the User and the location where she lived, is welcome (and he thoughtfully includes a picture of the woman, just in case by Users Attracting Other Stand Users logic she happens to walk by her on the street), but the fact that there are four of these things is not so much, particularly when neither she nor Johan are in much condition to fight. Fortunately, Robin, Violetta, and Speedwagon had managed to dispatch another of the creatures, so they are halfway done. It’s likely, however, that going after the User herself is the most likely plan, and that is where they’re headed.
She doesn’t go too far into what happened on their end, only that they had managed to take care of another one and that the two of them need to recover—no need to alarm them, really, just that they need to recover.
Then she heads back to the Stand who nods gratefully at her and brings the chocolate beneath his User’s nose.
As Jojo sits up with a wild-eyed look, the Captain watches closely for signs of a Lovecraftian monster, slightly amused at the idea of chocolate as smelling salts. “Gimme,” he states greedily, reaching out the hands of a ten-year old.
“Is that how you talk to the two people who saved your life?” Von Stroheim asks sternly, hiding her amusement.
Pretender doesn’t attempt to hide its amusement and leans on her shoulder, posing effortlessly. Jojo pouts in their direction. “Rude. This is gruel and unusual. You’ve stopped short of saving my life. You’re going to just let me perish…here…” Jojo topples over theatrically.
“I see you’re feeling better.” He’s entirely ridiculous, but then, it’s a Joestar, of course he’s going to be ridiculous and make a production out of it. “Which is good, considering you made a bad tactical decision. I’m sorry I pushed you to copy one of the horsemen.”
Jojo blushes, which is a shock. She didn’t think he’d be at all embarrassed about that, considering the current way he was acting, but no, apparently he is. “Yes, we all know, I’m dumb, could we please move on now?” he mutters, and Pretender pats him on the head patronizingly and hands him the chocolate. The User leans away slightly, but not much—it would take the sweets out of range.
“Well, it worked. I can’t say for sure it wouldn’t have without your stupid move, but…please, try not to crash any airplanes, jump down any elevator shafts, or copy any eldritch abominations.”
Johan pauses in chomping the twinkies enthusiastically to glance at her and try chewing faster to clear his mouth. “Well…maybe for today,” he mumbles through the food. Typical American.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Mission debriefing, Captain style.
Word Count: 1023
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Also note: *think the Angels as they appear in Shin Megami Tensei or Bayonetta, but Beefheart’s not a gamer so she wouldn’t make the reference.
(no, she's not a witch. probably.)
“You’re sure this will work.” Von Stroheim sounds disbelieving even to her own ears, but then, she’s not illiterate, and the glowing multiheaded biblical angel monstrosity that had appeared overlaying her friend had more than a little of the Lovecraftian about it.*
She doesn’t care how angry Speedwagon will get—if he turns into that thing again on waking she’s going to shoot it in the face and damn the consequences. And if that doesn’t work, she’s going to have to delve further into her knowledge of literary stratagems. His work might not be such a good blueprint for living (Robin is every inch her equal; she wouldn’t allow him to watch her back if not), but it has good instructions for fighting eldritch beings.
The Stand nods. At least his Stand hasn’t mutated into something monstrous. It had directed her to go get chocolate once she had awoken from her near-coma, and hasn’t moved from its vigil staring at its User’s body. It hasn’t even talked to her, though she vaguely recalls Jojo having said something about its capability to do so. Maybe it doesn’t speak to others, or maybe it’s all in his head. Or maybe it, too, is affected by either the results of using its powers or having to turn on its own master and knock him out. When it had handed her the shopping list (consisting of solely ‘twinkies’ and ‘chocolate’), she had at first refused, believing it to be a request for itself, before it’d fixed her with a stern glare, glanced at Jojo, and waved a hand in his general direction.
Robin’s their usual requisitions officer, but she doesn’t mind getting food, in general. Being ordered around by a Stand to buy food she feels embarrassed to buy, though…that’s a new one. She gets herself a nice sausage and beer while she’s at it—English food might be bland, but nothing can weaken the taste of a good bratwurst—to replenish her own strength. Drinks a silent toast to their victory.
She may be proud, but even she can admit that while she is no stranger to Stand battles, her previous experience had been relatively easy in comparison. Tracking down the User was much easier, for one, and Robin and his sendo skills were invaluable, unlike in this instance, where they’d been relatively useless. Still, the battle, particularly how it had ended, had confirmed a suspicion she’d had, and as for the rest of it…
Jojo had served as a nice distraction, but then, considering how much he acted like the stories she’d heard of Joseph, that was no surprise. Perhaps driving a tank or submarine or picking off over a dozen statues along the way was not the glorious task it seemed, but it was crucial, and it was her plan and her driving skills that had, for the most part, prevented innocents from being involved. She can feel pride for her part.
She texts Robin, telling him that it is likely the Stand User relies on, to some extent, illusion. If you believe you can destroy the Stand, you can, so the rest of the statues should fall more easily. Reenacting moves that have worked in fiction helps considerably—because it’s part of the Stand? Because it helps increase the confidence of the one fighting it? In the end, it doesn’t really matter why, since it works. Robin’s news, that they had found the name of the User and the location where she lived, is welcome (and he thoughtfully includes a picture of the woman, just in case by Users Attracting Other Stand Users logic she happens to walk by her on the street), but the fact that there are four of these things is not so much, particularly when neither she nor Johan are in much condition to fight. Fortunately, Robin, Violetta, and Speedwagon had managed to dispatch another of the creatures, so they are halfway done. It’s likely, however, that going after the User herself is the most likely plan, and that is where they’re headed.
She doesn’t go too far into what happened on their end, only that they had managed to take care of another one and that the two of them need to recover—no need to alarm them, really, just that they need to recover.
Then she heads back to the Stand who nods gratefully at her and brings the chocolate beneath his User’s nose.
As Jojo sits up with a wild-eyed look, the Captain watches closely for signs of a Lovecraftian monster, slightly amused at the idea of chocolate as smelling salts. “Gimme,” he states greedily, reaching out the hands of a ten-year old.
“Is that how you talk to the two people who saved your life?” Von Stroheim asks sternly, hiding her amusement.
Pretender doesn’t attempt to hide its amusement and leans on her shoulder, posing effortlessly. Jojo pouts in their direction. “Rude. This is gruel and unusual. You’ve stopped short of saving my life. You’re going to just let me perish…here…” Jojo topples over theatrically.
“I see you’re feeling better.” He’s entirely ridiculous, but then, it’s a Joestar, of course he’s going to be ridiculous and make a production out of it. “Which is good, considering you made a bad tactical decision. I’m sorry I pushed you to copy one of the horsemen.”
Jojo blushes, which is a shock. She didn’t think he’d be at all embarrassed about that, considering the current way he was acting, but no, apparently he is. “Yes, we all know, I’m dumb, could we please move on now?” he mutters, and Pretender pats him on the head patronizingly and hands him the chocolate. The User leans away slightly, but not much—it would take the sweets out of range.
“Well, it worked. I can’t say for sure it wouldn’t have without your stupid move, but…please, try not to crash any airplanes, jump down any elevator shafts, or copy any eldritch abominations.”
Johan pauses in chomping the twinkies enthusiastically to glance at her and try chewing faster to clear his mouth. “Well…maybe for today,” he mumbles through the food. Typical American.
