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madimpossibledreamerThe new opening is so spoilery. Srsly.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The Stand Users from Wolfram & Hart and Fitz, Robin, and Darling come to an agreement.
Word Count: 1110
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“Ellis, please. Do you pay any attention to the briefings ever?” Whitney asks, exasperated, rolling herself out of the way. She instantly pulls out her Stand silently, Simple Plan coalescing around her. She backflips out of the way of another hit even as Antonia screams in anger again. In times of relative peace (by which, she meant that Antonia had to distract herself by putting salt in the coffee and otherwise bothering the actual lawyers), her friend had called Simple Plan emerald, but emerald was a bit too dark. It was more like green fluorite, or at least, that’s what the bored pawn shop lady had told her, when she’d sold off the necklace to try to pay for her brother’s care. From what she can remember, the colors were similar, but then, stress.
Like now.
“I memorized their faces. That’s the only thing I needed to know,” Antonia snarls viciously, digging fingernails into his underarm with no intention other than to hurt. “Three Days Grace!”
Between the two, Whitney knows that Three Days Grace is certainly the more intimidating looking Stand—a humanoid figure with goggles and no other features, not even a mouth or nose. Even when it’s impossible for the Stand to have an expression, it appears like it’s scowling. In contrast, a crystalline armor covering her body and a sword in her hand is distinctly less terrifying, never mind stories she’s heard of other armor-Stands. Despite the fact that she has a better idea of what her Stand is and how it works.
“Antonia, stop,” she orders her friend, stepping aside at another attack from a terracotta soldier. “None of them is the Stand User for this statue infestation, and given the number of terracotta soldiers heading this way, they are as likely as we are to die if we do not join forces.” She swipes with her sword, breaking the clay on the warrior. It stops still, immobile even as the clay begins to grow back. As long as it only touches her sword, she’s fine. As long as her armor, identical but for the proportions to a male’s plate armor (other than the fact that it was made of magical crystal, of course) remained intact, her sword would as well.
Grudgingly, Antonia moves behind her, Three Days Grace waiting silently, gears inside visible through the “skin” of the Stand ceasing their turning. It’s motionless in a way that the Statues should be, which is an irony Houston does not pause to ponder.
“Robin Brown, expert archer and Sendo Master. That means he doesn’t even have a Stand, Antonia. He’s also skilled at finding supplies even in places where it should be impossible and using the environment to his advantage in a battle. The blond, Carter Fitz Speedwagon, is smarter than stereotypes would suggest and is the User of Lotus Juice, with the appearance of an octopus in a seashell. Reports suggest he only has the ability to knock opponents out and heal, though he should not be underestimated, as a former gang member carrying a makeshift weapon. The last…” She moves into a dance, thankful that armor and sword are lighter than one would expect given their resilient properties, because otherwise she would not be able to wield a two-handed knight’s sword one-handedly, dispatching the soldiers gathering around her. She easily pulls Antonia out of the halfhearted zombie-like snatch. “I don’t remember you exactly, my apologies. The thief with a Mayan snake rings a few bells, but I’d guess you merely appeared in the list of Stand Users that has been stolen. I don’t know your name, or that of your Stand.”’
“Well, if you’re going to join the party, it’s better to do that than just keep standing there,” Antonia growls, fists clenched white in the effort to stop herself from punching the newcomers or the soldiers. Punching or kicking things that are contagious is a bad idea, which is probably putting her in a bad mood. “If you’re going to accept the truce, you better do it quick.”
Without hesitation, Speedwagon moves to her side, smacking any soldiers that get too close with the improvised metal poker, nodding grimly at her resolve. It’s certainly less efficient than her sword, so the ones he attacks heal up quickly. “Each of the four Horsemen has a different side effect. The army is this one’s. Believing you can defeat it unlocks that capability. The last weakened us when it was weakened. I may have a plan, but it’s risky.” Under his breath, he mutters, “Jojo certainly is a bad influence, when it comes to ridiculous, reckless plans.”
She hadn’t been meant to hear that, but she quirks a smile. If there are any good at dodging fate, it’s the Joestar family. They’re one of her great hopes, then—assuming Antonia doesn’t kill them all in a fit of selfish rage before she can get there, of course. Though she has a little bit of trouble believing that a former gang member would never be reckless himself, even if he might be rusty in the attempt. “Enlighten me.”
“Tell me, is it my imagination, or are they all moving slower the more of an army it amasses?” he indicates the mass of shuffling soldiers ringing them with a nod.
“You’re insane.” Brown sounds half admiring, half shocked.
“I know. Johan will be insufferable.” She might be wrong, but it half sounds like he’s looking forward to it.
“I-If it’s Pestilence, and it’s gaining strength from the spreading of disease, then…” the teenager she doesn’t know speaks up, scared but determined. “Whisper could help.”
“Your plan is…sitting the Stand down to a buffet and forcing it to eat until it can’t move,” the requisitions officer clarifies, and Whitney grins. These people are ridiculous and have fought enough to be able to guess each other’s moves, just as she and Antonia can (though, of course, their fighting prowess is more that of training and theoretical). This just might work.
“Well, I can at least appreciate you as enemies, but I’m totally paying attention for the fight later,” Antonia warns. Hopefully they’re intelligent enough not to hold back enough to get them all killed just to protect themselves later on. Three Days Grace blurs into motion, pulling giant shears from its back. It reaches down to the pouch decorated with brass buckles and an ominously ticking clock at its side, rather than attacking with the shears, and then with feverish movements it starts chopping at the paper it’s retrieved.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The Stand Users from Wolfram & Hart and Fitz, Robin, and Darling come to an agreement.
Word Count: 1110
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“Get off me!” Antonia screams and smacks the person on top of her. “I’ll kill you! Call off your Stand!”
“Ellis, please. Do you pay any attention to the briefings ever?” Whitney asks, exasperated, rolling herself out of the way. She instantly pulls out her Stand silently, Simple Plan coalescing around her. She backflips out of the way of another hit even as Antonia screams in anger again. In times of relative peace (by which, she meant that Antonia had to distract herself by putting salt in the coffee and otherwise bothering the actual lawyers), her friend had called Simple Plan emerald, but emerald was a bit too dark. It was more like green fluorite, or at least, that’s what the bored pawn shop lady had told her, when she’d sold off the necklace to try to pay for her brother’s care. From what she can remember, the colors were similar, but then, stress.
Like now.
“I memorized their faces. That’s the only thing I needed to know,” Antonia snarls viciously, digging fingernails into his underarm with no intention other than to hurt. “Three Days Grace!”
Between the two, Whitney knows that Three Days Grace is certainly the more intimidating looking Stand—a humanoid figure with goggles and no other features, not even a mouth or nose. Even when it’s impossible for the Stand to have an expression, it appears like it’s scowling. In contrast, a crystalline armor covering her body and a sword in her hand is distinctly less terrifying, never mind stories she’s heard of other armor-Stands. Despite the fact that she has a better idea of what her Stand is and how it works.
“Antonia, stop,” she orders her friend, stepping aside at another attack from a terracotta soldier. “None of them is the Stand User for this statue infestation, and given the number of terracotta soldiers heading this way, they are as likely as we are to die if we do not join forces.” She swipes with her sword, breaking the clay on the warrior. It stops still, immobile even as the clay begins to grow back. As long as it only touches her sword, she’s fine. As long as her armor, identical but for the proportions to a male’s plate armor (other than the fact that it was made of magical crystal, of course) remained intact, her sword would as well.
Grudgingly, Antonia moves behind her, Three Days Grace waiting silently, gears inside visible through the “skin” of the Stand ceasing their turning. It’s motionless in a way that the Statues should be, which is an irony Houston does not pause to ponder.
“Robin Brown, expert archer and Sendo Master. That means he doesn’t even have a Stand, Antonia. He’s also skilled at finding supplies even in places where it should be impossible and using the environment to his advantage in a battle. The blond, Carter Fitz Speedwagon, is smarter than stereotypes would suggest and is the User of Lotus Juice, with the appearance of an octopus in a seashell. Reports suggest he only has the ability to knock opponents out and heal, though he should not be underestimated, as a former gang member carrying a makeshift weapon. The last…” She moves into a dance, thankful that armor and sword are lighter than one would expect given their resilient properties, because otherwise she would not be able to wield a two-handed knight’s sword one-handedly, dispatching the soldiers gathering around her. She easily pulls Antonia out of the halfhearted zombie-like snatch. “I don’t remember you exactly, my apologies. The thief with a Mayan snake rings a few bells, but I’d guess you merely appeared in the list of Stand Users that has been stolen. I don’t know your name, or that of your Stand.”’
“Well, if you’re going to join the party, it’s better to do that than just keep standing there,” Antonia growls, fists clenched white in the effort to stop herself from punching the newcomers or the soldiers. Punching or kicking things that are contagious is a bad idea, which is probably putting her in a bad mood. “If you’re going to accept the truce, you better do it quick.”
Without hesitation, Speedwagon moves to her side, smacking any soldiers that get too close with the improvised metal poker, nodding grimly at her resolve. It’s certainly less efficient than her sword, so the ones he attacks heal up quickly. “Each of the four Horsemen has a different side effect. The army is this one’s. Believing you can defeat it unlocks that capability. The last weakened us when it was weakened. I may have a plan, but it’s risky.” Under his breath, he mutters, “Jojo certainly is a bad influence, when it comes to ridiculous, reckless plans.”
She hadn’t been meant to hear that, but she quirks a smile. If there are any good at dodging fate, it’s the Joestar family. They’re one of her great hopes, then—assuming Antonia doesn’t kill them all in a fit of selfish rage before she can get there, of course. Though she has a little bit of trouble believing that a former gang member would never be reckless himself, even if he might be rusty in the attempt. “Enlighten me.”
“Tell me, is it my imagination, or are they all moving slower the more of an army it amasses?” he indicates the mass of shuffling soldiers ringing them with a nod.
“You’re insane.” Brown sounds half admiring, half shocked.
“I know. Johan will be insufferable.” She might be wrong, but it half sounds like he’s looking forward to it.
“I-If it’s Pestilence, and it’s gaining strength from the spreading of disease, then…” the teenager she doesn’t know speaks up, scared but determined. “Whisper could help.”
“Your plan is…sitting the Stand down to a buffet and forcing it to eat until it can’t move,” the requisitions officer clarifies, and Whitney grins. These people are ridiculous and have fought enough to be able to guess each other’s moves, just as she and Antonia can (though, of course, their fighting prowess is more that of training and theoretical). This just might work.
“Well, I can at least appreciate you as enemies, but I’m totally paying attention for the fight later,” Antonia warns. Hopefully they’re intelligent enough not to hold back enough to get them all killed just to protect themselves later on. Three Days Grace blurs into motion, pulling giant shears from its back. It reaches down to the pouch decorated with brass buckles and an ominously ticking clock at its side, rather than attacking with the shears, and then with feverish movements it starts chopping at the paper it’s retrieved.
