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madimpossibledreamerDEVIL MAY CRYYYYYYYYY
(also i may cry. tears of joy and happiness. though i did not pick up my copy today.)
~dreamer~
(also sore throat on a Pestilence chapter. coincidence?)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz and co follow the clues to the next Horseman.
Word Count: 1252
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at statues the same again,” Darling shivers, staring at a statue with a military air leaning on his sword.
“No, probably not,” Fitz agrees quietly, “…but fortunately for us, it appears as if the statues in this area appear to be losing their lively nature.”
“How can you tell?” Robin asks, curious, and Fitz smirks. Really, now, try a difficult question.
He nods at the statue. “The Admiral’s a little far from Trafalgar,” he answers obliquely. They’ll figure out the implications easily enough.
As they walk, they watch as another humanoid statue judders into immobility, silent and unmoving now. It’s true. Each Horseman, then, brings the statues around it to life. Once defeated, their armies likewise are reduced to slumber.
“Well, no Apocalypse today, then. Not if we can help it,” Robin declares definitively, glancing back down to read a text. Their concentration, before dispersal, could be used to track the location of the Horsemen. He places the cell phone back in his pocket.
“Von Stroheim?” Fitz asks, feeling the nervousness that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel before, when he’d needed to concentrate on survival and could do nothing to alter the outcome of events.
Robin smiles. “Yes. As concepts, believing you can defeat them is probably how they’re best defeated. Using literature apparently helps, though she didn’t elaborate. Between us, we had defeated two of the Horsemen, though they’re in no shape to take on the next Horseman. We’ll either have to take out two Horsemen ourselves, or find Courtney Love ourselves.”
“Is Jojo all right?” His mind is instantly populated by all sorts of gruesome outcomes—no, stop that, out of the two of you there’s only room for one of you to be imaginative and ridiculous, and that would be Johan.
“Beefheart made sure to say that they were fine but needed to recover. She didn’t go into many details.” He’d heard enough stories about the Joestars to have a good guess as to the cause. Probably something along the lines of when Josephine had cracked her ribs throwing herself between Mother and a car. Nothing deadly, or that he was likely to die from in the meantime, but there would be some recovery time and a lot of whining. And he’ll continue thinking that for the sake of protecting Darling and Robin until told otherwise. Still, despite how absolutely deadly the water gun is despite how absolutely ridiculous he feels packing one, he’d also feel better with something more solid in his hands. As they walk—ah, perfect.
One of the statues had blundered through an iron fence, breaking and bending a lot of the iron bars. The statue itself is nowhere to be seen, thank goodness, but it’s easy at hand. It’s easy enough to retrieve a water bottle from the pack (retrieved, surprisingly unharmed, by the table he’d been researching at, once the Horseman was dead) and pour a little on one that only needs a little encouragement to break off. Easier to turn the water to acid with his Stand, and he has an iron bar with which to fight. He tests it—not the best balanced he’d ever used, but for an improvised weapon, it’ll do.
“Look!” Darling yelps, clutching at his arm and pointing, and he glances. Ah. It had been slightly surreal walking down city streets with dozens of unmoving statues deposited haphazardly where they’d stopped moving, but there’s one that’s decidedly alive and moving.
He hates asking, but he also greatly hates being ambushed. “Do you think Whisper could scout for us? We’re heading the correct direction, but it’d be better to have a more specific set of directions.”
Darling shivers, but nods decisively. Despite the danger that she’d been fighting that Stand User in the bathroom, she’d been a lot stronger, less afraid, after managing to defeat her opponent on her own. Whisper appears and flies away, and—
Wait.
He frowns and turns to Robin. “How do you see Stands?”
The man laughs. “Not the same way you do. They’re more transparent, I guess, and I can definitely see where they’ve been. That’s all Sendo gives me, I’m afraid.”
“It’s fine,” he insists, setting the fact aside for later.
And Whisper returns as quickly as it can fly, and Fitz readies both weapons.
When her Stand gets close enough Darling turns to them, starting to run in the direction it seems like Whisper had told her. They follow, running. Whatever this is, it’s urgent. “New enemies—clay soldiers, Whisper says. And a giant glass scorpion that looks like it’s from one of those Japanese movies, and civilians really, really close to it. Only a few blocks.”
They break into a run. Darling barely dodges one of the clay soldiers walking in their direction, arms outstretched like it's from one of those zombie films Johan no doubt loves.
“Hey. You really know your books, don’t you?” Robin asks. “And maybe other trivia?”
Fitz sighs and resolves by the end of this, he’s sitting them all down and giving them lessons about literature so they perhaps don’t have such ignorant statements to make. “Yes, depending—though I know more about where and how to find information than I do what all the information is.”
“Zombie infection says Pestilence, but wasn’t there something about a massive army for some Chinese Emperor, or something?” At the astonished look, he shrugs. “Sorry, man, I’m with Johan on this one—got that from a movie. A bad one, unfortunately, but still, wouldn’t that say Death or maybe War?”
“If it wasn’t spreading…” Fitz pauses to smash one of the soldiers in the chest with a grunt, still feeling off-kilter without his hat, and the clay shatters and the soldier slowly topples backward, hitting concrete hard and smashing off even more. As they watch, the clay slowly starts to regrow over the exposed torso, which is less than ideal. “….I’d agree with you, but circumstances as they are, I’m guessing this is Pestilence. Don’t let any of them touch you—or, in all likelihood, your Stand.”
“Okay,” Darling agrees, sounding scared.
Robin agrees with a grim nod.
“Fortunately, it appears even damaging the clay stops them, and they’re not more resistant to damage like the other statues—and that’s without hamon.” It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to elaborate, because Robin unslings his bow.
“This isn’t the movies. I do happen to have control of a secret, sunlight-related martial arts style, but I also don’t have an unlimited arrow supply.” That can be easy to forget, can’t it?
And then they see the civilians, two women, and Robin puts on a burst of speed, tackling them out of the way.
(also i may cry. tears of joy and happiness. though i did not pick up my copy today.)
~dreamer~
(also sore throat on a Pestilence chapter. coincidence?)
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz and co follow the clues to the next Horseman.
Word Count: 1252
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at statues the same again,” Darling shivers, staring at a statue with a military air leaning on his sword.
“No, probably not,” Fitz agrees quietly, “…but fortunately for us, it appears as if the statues in this area appear to be losing their lively nature.”
“How can you tell?” Robin asks, curious, and Fitz smirks. Really, now, try a difficult question.
He nods at the statue. “The Admiral’s a little far from Trafalgar,” he answers obliquely. They’ll figure out the implications easily enough.
As they walk, they watch as another humanoid statue judders into immobility, silent and unmoving now. It’s true. Each Horseman, then, brings the statues around it to life. Once defeated, their armies likewise are reduced to slumber.
“Well, no Apocalypse today, then. Not if we can help it,” Robin declares definitively, glancing back down to read a text. Their concentration, before dispersal, could be used to track the location of the Horsemen. He places the cell phone back in his pocket.
“Von Stroheim?” Fitz asks, feeling the nervousness that he hadn’t allowed himself to feel before, when he’d needed to concentrate on survival and could do nothing to alter the outcome of events.
Robin smiles. “Yes. As concepts, believing you can defeat them is probably how they’re best defeated. Using literature apparently helps, though she didn’t elaborate. Between us, we had defeated two of the Horsemen, though they’re in no shape to take on the next Horseman. We’ll either have to take out two Horsemen ourselves, or find Courtney Love ourselves.”
“Is Jojo all right?” His mind is instantly populated by all sorts of gruesome outcomes—no, stop that, out of the two of you there’s only room for one of you to be imaginative and ridiculous, and that would be Johan.
“Beefheart made sure to say that they were fine but needed to recover. She didn’t go into many details.” He’d heard enough stories about the Joestars to have a good guess as to the cause. Probably something along the lines of when Josephine had cracked her ribs throwing herself between Mother and a car. Nothing deadly, or that he was likely to die from in the meantime, but there would be some recovery time and a lot of whining. And he’ll continue thinking that for the sake of protecting Darling and Robin until told otherwise. Still, despite how absolutely deadly the water gun is despite how absolutely ridiculous he feels packing one, he’d also feel better with something more solid in his hands. As they walk—ah, perfect.
One of the statues had blundered through an iron fence, breaking and bending a lot of the iron bars. The statue itself is nowhere to be seen, thank goodness, but it’s easy at hand. It’s easy enough to retrieve a water bottle from the pack (retrieved, surprisingly unharmed, by the table he’d been researching at, once the Horseman was dead) and pour a little on one that only needs a little encouragement to break off. Easier to turn the water to acid with his Stand, and he has an iron bar with which to fight. He tests it—not the best balanced he’d ever used, but for an improvised weapon, it’ll do.
“Look!” Darling yelps, clutching at his arm and pointing, and he glances. Ah. It had been slightly surreal walking down city streets with dozens of unmoving statues deposited haphazardly where they’d stopped moving, but there’s one that’s decidedly alive and moving.
He hates asking, but he also greatly hates being ambushed. “Do you think Whisper could scout for us? We’re heading the correct direction, but it’d be better to have a more specific set of directions.”
Darling shivers, but nods decisively. Despite the danger that she’d been fighting that Stand User in the bathroom, she’d been a lot stronger, less afraid, after managing to defeat her opponent on her own. Whisper appears and flies away, and—
Wait.
He frowns and turns to Robin. “How do you see Stands?”
The man laughs. “Not the same way you do. They’re more transparent, I guess, and I can definitely see where they’ve been. That’s all Sendo gives me, I’m afraid.”
“It’s fine,” he insists, setting the fact aside for later.
And Whisper returns as quickly as it can fly, and Fitz readies both weapons.
When her Stand gets close enough Darling turns to them, starting to run in the direction it seems like Whisper had told her. They follow, running. Whatever this is, it’s urgent. “New enemies—clay soldiers, Whisper says. And a giant glass scorpion that looks like it’s from one of those Japanese movies, and civilians really, really close to it. Only a few blocks.”
They break into a run. Darling barely dodges one of the clay soldiers walking in their direction, arms outstretched like it's from one of those zombie films Johan no doubt loves.
“Hey. You really know your books, don’t you?” Robin asks. “And maybe other trivia?”
Fitz sighs and resolves by the end of this, he’s sitting them all down and giving them lessons about literature so they perhaps don’t have such ignorant statements to make. “Yes, depending—though I know more about where and how to find information than I do what all the information is.”
“Zombie infection says Pestilence, but wasn’t there something about a massive army for some Chinese Emperor, or something?” At the astonished look, he shrugs. “Sorry, man, I’m with Johan on this one—got that from a movie. A bad one, unfortunately, but still, wouldn’t that say Death or maybe War?”
“If it wasn’t spreading…” Fitz pauses to smash one of the soldiers in the chest with a grunt, still feeling off-kilter without his hat, and the clay shatters and the soldier slowly topples backward, hitting concrete hard and smashing off even more. As they watch, the clay slowly starts to regrow over the exposed torso, which is less than ideal. “….I’d agree with you, but circumstances as they are, I’m guessing this is Pestilence. Don’t let any of them touch you—or, in all likelihood, your Stand.”
“Okay,” Darling agrees, sounding scared.
Robin agrees with a grim nod.
“Fortunately, it appears even damaging the clay stops them, and they’re not more resistant to damage like the other statues—and that’s without hamon.” It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to elaborate, because Robin unslings his bow.
“This isn’t the movies. I do happen to have control of a secret, sunlight-related martial arts style, but I also don’t have an unlimited arrow supply.” That can be easy to forget, can’t it?
And then they see the civilians, two women, and Robin puts on a burst of speed, tackling them out of the way.
