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~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Others do what they can to keep the ever-growing horde of statues in check.
Word Count: 1298
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Josuke’s eager to get back to finding his grandson after being distracted by the old man Stand User. When they’d talked, he’d admitted that he’d been threatened by a law firm called Wolfram & Hart. No matter how much he visits old man Joseph or how many stories he’s heard, he’s never going to get how weird America is. He’s never heard of an evil law firm, but then, there are all kinds of criminals in the world, evil businessmen and all. The old man wouldn’t have cared if he was the only one being threatened, but he wasn’t prepared to let anything happen to his granddaughter or two grandsons. He didn’t mind being held by them or their allies, but he wrung a promise from Josuke that they would do their best to try to protect the grandchildren. William Kaulitz—his name, according to his introduction—is aware that he can’t beat Josuke now, barely escaped death himself in that alley, so he has no chance of completing the task and keeping them safe. Josuke finds it easy as a policeman and a grandfather to make the promise, even if Jotaro sounds upset about the fact. True, it’s a kind of reckless promise to make, but he’d feel bad if he didn’t—almost as bad as Kaulitz-san had apparently felt when trying to kill Josuke.
Unfortunately, the Stand Users seemed to have all decided to act at once, because no sooner have they delivered the defeated once-enemy and walked a few blocks before the flocks of statues had appeared.
“I didn’t know you had a head for art, Josuke,” Okuyasu states quietly, stopping briefly to admire the twisted horrifying sculpture Crazy Diamond has made by ‘fixing’ a few of the attacking statues together. He doesn’t get it, really, which is usually the criteria he uses to guess the art’s good unless it’s Rohan’s manga. It’s definitely not his thing, that’s for sure, even though he does take a little pleasure in seeing them like this given that they’re harassing the nice people of this weird Western city and trying fairly hard to kill them. Really kind of stupid, considering how easily Crazy Diamond’s dealing with them. Fixing them into the concrete was also equally as effective, and the concrete shield had also helped against a few of those flying gargoyles. They’d only gotten lucky once, hitting the police officer in the shoulder. The popping sound hadn’t sounded good, but his best friend had assured him it was just a dislocated shoulder, not as bad as a broken arm or anything. Hopefully his friend knew what he was talking about and wasn’t just trying to make him feel better.
Josuke snickers. “It’d drive Rohan crazy. We should take a picture and send it to him.” The Hand is also pretty useful, especially against the flying gargoyles. Swiping their wings away is a pretty easy way to stop them from flying, though it had taken pointing that out to get Okuyasu to actually get him to start trying. Honestly, if not for the fact that it was a swarm Stand that seemed to have no end (seriously, was it growing twice for every one they killed or what—and why did that sound familiar? Some show Josie watched as a kid?), there wouldn’t be any difficulty at all.
They weren’t supposed to meet up with the so-called ally Slayers, but they were close by and even if Jojo seemed to respect them, they’d never met these allies or tested their strength. Fortunately, dealing with the old man was no hassle at all, given that all the fighting spirit had gone out of him. If there weren’t so many statues to be punched, they’d wouldn’t take their eyes off him—apparently he’d attacked Josuke-kun and managed to actually really put him on edge—but they weren’t alone, and there were a lot of statues around harassing innocents, and there were others, including one so-called Witch who’s doing nothing but keep an eye on the seemingly harmless old man. They’d kept an eye out for Stands and hadn’t noticed anything, but that doesn’t mean anything. It could be that it’s a Stand that’s really hard to notice, or something. Stands exist, so magic wouldn’t be so weird, but her friend isn’t so sure. Maybe the Stand is all the super strong girls called Slayers that also are here. They actually have names and don’t look as wild as a Stand, so maybe. “You know, this totally reminds me of a horror movie, complete with dumbass monsters,” a rough girl tells her friend. Her favorite set of brass knuckles lie untouched in her blouse. Her hands itch to hold them, to solve this all with a few well-placed punches, but punching stone is kind of stupid and hurts, which she’d figured out all on her own.
The older, more elegant girl frowns even as the jaguar warrior with a upside down chalice as a hat and an electric guitar sends out waves of sound. Some of the statues have an existential crisis out of existence. Some are merely left relatively incapacitated, easy pickings for Sakura’s Stand or the Slayer, which is potentially the Witch’s Stand. “Sakura-chan, please don’t say such things.”
“Watcha worryin’ about, onee-san?” It should be noted that the two are not actually sisters, despite the amusing trope of their rather opposite personalities and fighting styles commonly used for comedic effect. In actuality, Rihan is referred to by every single one of her classmates as onee-san due to her attitude and demeanor. (It should also be noted for the sake of accuracy that Rihan is a very different person from Rohan, and one should not confuse the two. They may both be artists, but Rihan values empathy while Rohan values technical precision. Rihan thinks Rohan’s work as a mangaka is pretty but soulless, while Rohan thinks that her music is talented without discipline. They both have respect for each other, but are so different in viewpoint that working with each other without getting on each other’s nerves is difficult. Note also that the same is not true of Sakura and Rihan—while they are very different to each other, the differences are largely those of approach, not belief.) All of them, that is, besides Jotaro, who views the idea as both stupid and something he got enough of at home from his mother Holly. “‘S not like they have a chance against your Cobalt Knight, not when they have minds for your sound to reach, and it’s not like I’d let anything happen to you.” Fortunately, it’s easy enough for her Stand to change—one moment a knight proper in all ways aside from the wolfskin over his armor, the next a beast bent over—and punch statues itself, only rather than the brass knuckles it has long, silver claws, all the better for punching arrogant statues and slashing them apart. “Night of the Living Statue, maybe, though that sounds dumb. Y’think you can vibrate ‘em to death, or get answers about the bastard of a Stand User, seeing as they’ve got their own minds and all?”
“Night at the Museum, I should think. I’ve been trying, but they’re even more hard-headed than some of our local delinquents. Present company excluded, of course.” There’s a hint of amused irony as she says the last words, and Sakura snorts out loud.
“Look, you ain’t gotta say that like I’m ashamed of it or nothin’. I’m proud of being a stubborn-ass loudmouth.” Sakura grins. “How else am I gonna keep up with Jotaro-kun?”
“Please don’t tell me you’re counting,” Rihan shakes her head.
“You shoulda mentioned that before. Not like I can exactly start now.” Sakura shrugs and wades back into combat.
