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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno searches for the Stand, or Stand User.
Word Count: 1007
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
A development had occurred that had briefly held his interest before he realized the officer was merely interested in giving him a speeding ticket, not beating him to death with her Stand. And, of course, it’s not as easy as it is back home to deal with one. The woman seems interested in seeing his driver’s license, a document he doesn’t have, and would have likely turned down a bribe. She’s slightly distracted by his looks, but not enough for effective interference. Fortunately, the officer’s metal baton turning into a boa constrictor and slithering up her body provides enough distraction to drive away, and he is able to turn it back before the officer tases the serpent and thus tases herself.
He drives around aimlessly for a few more seconds before he feels something wrong, a hole in the world, and it’s only fast reflexes that allow him to correct the jerk of the wheel before it sends him at high speed directly into a fence in a crash that would, at the least, injure him.
“Cosa c’è?!” he grits out as he presses hard on the brake pedal, left eye closed tightly as he attempts to determine the source. He summons his Stand—perhaps it’s an attack?—and almost instantly the feeling eases. He glances outside his driver door to see an awful sight.
Like the Italians, the British seemed to value the beauty of their streets, with more than just the omnipresent Kentucky bluegrass to decorate. Now, though…now every bush, every tree, is withered and dying, the life within them a flickering, dying flame.
He may have underestimated this Stand. Giogio had believed it to be a simple one that merely brought statues to life—monstrous, but manageable. Rather, he may need to use his ace quite literally up his sleeve to deal with this. This, the true Stand, seems to be sucking the life out of its surroundings, and an area like this is only the beginning.
Perhaps it is a weakness, but he cannot simply stand here next to such disease when the world, and life, are full of such beauty. It certainly had nothing to do with his presence here in the United Kingdom, meeting new allies and forging new alliances, dealing with the machinations of a so-called group of lawyers, but on the other hand, this would be a show of good faith, and he can’t merely leave this alone. He uses some of Gold Experience’s power to imbue the humble garden with life once more, and feels his spirit grow with the hope. If Gold Experience is the embodiment of life, then facing the embodiment of death is but another step along his path. He straightens up. “Mista’s going to be frantic,” he mutters, amused, and follows the path of destruction, healing the world around him as he goes.
(Giorno will never know this, though he might be amused by it, but the inhabitants of that block of flats will, in the future, be very proud of their greenery, which flourishes more than other parts of the city with very little care.)
As he follows the path of death, however, a thought occurs to him that gives him some hope. He doesn’t feel the presence of any life around—plant, animal, or the pseudo-life of the other statues. As deadly as the essence of death itself might be, at least it does not have an army at its side (although, as with Purple Haze, it might not need one). Speaking of which…
He eyes one of the dead plants nearby distastefully. He’d rather be in good shape, not puking his guts out, but he can’t be sure how deadly the Stand is, or how strong his Stand of Life will be against its aura when he was actually in its presence. Better to be careful than dead. Pity, this was one of his favorite suits, but then, it was all his own fault, after all. He was the one who decided to wear the suit to a foreign, dangerous city.
When he finally has the strength to stand once more, he feels angry and weak. He hates feeling useless, but this was still the best of the options.
He feels a steady unease, now, that he can’t dismiss. It’s the result of infusing himself with something that is dead. And—that’s terrifying. Is that what Professore Kujo feared? If so, perhaps it was a fear to be shared, for it feels utterly unnatural.
Gold Experience appears beside him, solid and reassuring.
Keep forging ahead, never forgetting his purpose, for that’s what would truly be useless.
He continues to walk, until he sees the gardens. These would’ve been a wonderful place to sightsee, before the Stand had killed them. English gardens might be a little too ordered for his taste, but there’s no denying the sheer beauty of the variety and volume of plants. As it is…well. They will be beautiful once more, once they flourish again. After the Stand is destroyed.
He steps within and sees the Stand, dangerous and incredible. A dragon, spiky, bony, half-starved. Tattered wings are folded around it, scales dull and almost absorbing the light. It is beautiful, like the elephant, but it also is sublime, both awesome and terrifying.
“Well,” it rumbles. “What do we have here?”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno searches for the Stand, or Stand User.
Word Count: 1007
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Giorno had just been planning on driving around until he found a concentration of the Stand. It’s lucky that there are few other drivers on the roads, since some of the rules seem to be different than in Italy, and the other drivers seem more cautious and slower (an idea he does not blame them for, since he, too, would be cautious driving in a city full of statues which might at any second come to life if he wasn’t able to protect himself using the power of his Stand). Fortunately, the statues register as pseudo-life, so he can, to some extent, sense them. It’s more difficult than he expected, though, considering how much life exists in London.
A development had occurred that had briefly held his interest before he realized the officer was merely interested in giving him a speeding ticket, not beating him to death with her Stand. And, of course, it’s not as easy as it is back home to deal with one. The woman seems interested in seeing his driver’s license, a document he doesn’t have, and would have likely turned down a bribe. She’s slightly distracted by his looks, but not enough for effective interference. Fortunately, the officer’s metal baton turning into a boa constrictor and slithering up her body provides enough distraction to drive away, and he is able to turn it back before the officer tases the serpent and thus tases herself.
He drives around aimlessly for a few more seconds before he feels something wrong, a hole in the world, and it’s only fast reflexes that allow him to correct the jerk of the wheel before it sends him at high speed directly into a fence in a crash that would, at the least, injure him.
“Cosa c’è?!” he grits out as he presses hard on the brake pedal, left eye closed tightly as he attempts to determine the source. He summons his Stand—perhaps it’s an attack?—and almost instantly the feeling eases. He glances outside his driver door to see an awful sight.
Like the Italians, the British seemed to value the beauty of their streets, with more than just the omnipresent Kentucky bluegrass to decorate. Now, though…now every bush, every tree, is withered and dying, the life within them a flickering, dying flame.
He may have underestimated this Stand. Giogio had believed it to be a simple one that merely brought statues to life—monstrous, but manageable. Rather, he may need to use his ace quite literally up his sleeve to deal with this. This, the true Stand, seems to be sucking the life out of its surroundings, and an area like this is only the beginning.
Perhaps it is a weakness, but he cannot simply stand here next to such disease when the world, and life, are full of such beauty. It certainly had nothing to do with his presence here in the United Kingdom, meeting new allies and forging new alliances, dealing with the machinations of a so-called group of lawyers, but on the other hand, this would be a show of good faith, and he can’t merely leave this alone. He uses some of Gold Experience’s power to imbue the humble garden with life once more, and feels his spirit grow with the hope. If Gold Experience is the embodiment of life, then facing the embodiment of death is but another step along his path. He straightens up. “Mista’s going to be frantic,” he mutters, amused, and follows the path of destruction, healing the world around him as he goes.
(Giorno will never know this, though he might be amused by it, but the inhabitants of that block of flats will, in the future, be very proud of their greenery, which flourishes more than other parts of the city with very little care.)
As he follows the path of death, however, a thought occurs to him that gives him some hope. He doesn’t feel the presence of any life around—plant, animal, or the pseudo-life of the other statues. As deadly as the essence of death itself might be, at least it does not have an army at its side (although, as with Purple Haze, it might not need one). Speaking of which…
He eyes one of the dead plants nearby distastefully. He’d rather be in good shape, not puking his guts out, but he can’t be sure how deadly the Stand is, or how strong his Stand of Life will be against its aura when he was actually in its presence. Better to be careful than dead. Pity, this was one of his favorite suits, but then, it was all his own fault, after all. He was the one who decided to wear the suit to a foreign, dangerous city.
When he finally has the strength to stand once more, he feels angry and weak. He hates feeling useless, but this was still the best of the options.
He feels a steady unease, now, that he can’t dismiss. It’s the result of infusing himself with something that is dead. And—that’s terrifying. Is that what Professore Kujo feared? If so, perhaps it was a fear to be shared, for it feels utterly unnatural.
Gold Experience appears beside him, solid and reassuring.
Keep forging ahead, never forgetting his purpose, for that’s what would truly be useless.
He continues to walk, until he sees the gardens. These would’ve been a wonderful place to sightsee, before the Stand had killed them. English gardens might be a little too ordered for his taste, but there’s no denying the sheer beauty of the variety and volume of plants. As it is…well. They will be beautiful once more, once they flourish again. After the Stand is destroyed.
He steps within and sees the Stand, dangerous and incredible. A dragon, spiky, bony, half-starved. Tattered wings are folded around it, scales dull and almost absorbing the light. It is beautiful, like the elephant, but it also is sublime, both awesome and terrifying.
“Well,” it rumbles. “What do we have here?”
