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madimpossibledreamerNo kidding, I actually forgot we were to Notorious BIG when I posted yesterday's fic. (well, the ones who are crunchy premium were there last week, but they actually have money and aren't broke. sadface.)
This chapter has not been beta'd yet because I'm a lazy fox (and, yes, sick still) so things might change tomorrow or whenever beta senpai gets to it, depending on whether or not he sees anything of note.
Oh yeah, and the part at the end is supposed to be Narrator, but it's hard to translate a Narrator into text form. (I have no idea why the narrator decided this stand battle of all of them was the time to show up but you know what? I'm not arguing.)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Whitney and her fellow Wolfram & Hart Stand User put their plan into motion along with their reluctant allies.
Word Count: 1008
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Whitney’s certainly going to worry about Antonia. She doesn’t have as thorough of a knowledge about how her Stand functions as the rest of them do, which is a liability in a Stand fight. Of course, Miss Houston hadn’t exactly used Simple Plan too often herself, but she had used it before (even if the targets had probably been innocent, which is a thought she hadn’t tried to dwell on, which was easier than she was comfortable with, given that they were able to fight back). Their allies are at least smart enough to avoid the paper cutout strings littering the battlefield, even if they aren’t aware of the nature of the danger or how diabolically inventive Antonia’s mind can be. Once Antonia got a real idea of what her Stand could do, how far she could push her little traps…it wouldn’t be pretty. Effective, but not pretty.
Whitney flinches, white noise filling her mind, as the cracks split the air. She isn’t able to backflip out of the way of another large glass leg that clicks down. Mostly, it’s because she’s distracted, because the giant glass scorpion does appear to be slowing down, no matter how slowly. From the force she calculates in her head, that would easily have fractured her collarbone without the armor. As it is, she’s been brought that much closer to the disappearance of her Stand.
“Whitney!” Antonia screams, voice full of fury. Even Three Days Grace’s menacing aura seems to grow, the eyes behind its goggles narrowed in hate, while the snip-snip of its garden sheers grows ever faster in tempo. It’s grounding enough to glance over and spot the weapons in the woman’s hands.
That’s right. These gunshots aren’t hurting people you care about. Her partner had to have stolen guns from the office. A bit different than her usual knife, but then, this probably means that she was at least thinking ahead, which is helpful. And another thought occurs to her—where are the police? Will they be drawn to the gunfire and get caught up in a Stand battle, or will they ignore this, particularly with everything else going on? The bullets pierce the clay, spiderwebbing cracks through the structure. She tries to focus on the fact that this will probably keep her partner safer, rather than trying to stab clay warriors within grabbing distance. And with the way she’s moving, Antonia fully intends to keep far away from the clay hordes, though being taken over by something forcing you to fight one of few people you actually care about would be enough to give anyone pause. At least Speedwagon’s long piece of iron that looks like it’s been yanked straight off a fence is long enough to keep him out of immediate grabbing distance, and while the Stand itself looks to be very fast (fast enough that she’s relying on all of her gymnastics and fighting skill to keep out of the way, trying to immobilize as much of the army as she can), the soldiers are more like those slow zombies than anything. The Stand does appear to be slowing, which is something, but it might not slow at a fast enough rate to be caught by the trap as planned. Brown, on the other hand, is probably one of the best weapons they have in this fight, as the arrows crack the clay as well as any of Antonia’s shots. And, well—as long as nothing hits her (again), Whitney could do this all day. The unknown woman doesn’t even appear to have a dagger, unlike Antonia, and she’s climbed up into a tree to get away from the clay soldiers. Which, well—she might seem like a liability, but at least she is distracting some of them while keeping them in the area, which is useful.
“Now!” the English gentleman yells, and the Mayan snake charges in and smacks him harshly on the mouth. It almost sounds like that time Whitney had had to smack a too-handsy guy at the bar. What’s even more worrisome is that he sounds distressed—is he, in fact, not as confident in the plan as he seemed?
(Little does Whitney know that, in order to get the plan to work, Speedwagon had been gambling on two things: one, that Darling’s new confidence and resolve found in the fight with Sons of Dixie had led to her discovering new powers within, given that, as he’d discovered through a conversation with her, she’d never been able to inflict sickness but rather just wounds through Violent Whispers, and two, that stress would be the key, given its role in coming down with a cold. He concentrated on his memories of discovering that Jojo was going to be put on trial by the ones he later learned were the man’s friends and the pressure of not being too late to save Josephine’s son, of knowing that the Violent Whispers-induced depression might take his friend’s life as he watches, helpless, all the worry that he’d set aside about Johan and even von Stroheim’s current state, of trying to live a respectful life as a bookseller even when his own past haunted him. He is incredibly lucky that his plan worked at least thus far and didn’t give him another fatal back wound, but he won’t mention this little detail when he talks with Jojo later and instead will claim it was all part of the plan.)
He’s able to fend off a few of the clay animated statues, chipping their outer edge to freeze them for at least a little while, until he doubles over, coughing like he’s about to hack up a lung. He’s slow enough that one of the statues catches his hand, and though he stumbles away, there’s still a slowly growing mass of clay on his hand. If this plan fails, he’ll be just one of the many terracotta figures menacing them.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Just the sort of maniac Whitney’s proud to fight beside.
Hopefully, Antonia’s not taking notes.
This chapter has not been beta'd yet because I'm a lazy fox (and, yes, sick still) so things might change tomorrow or whenever beta senpai gets to it, depending on whether or not he sees anything of note.
Oh yeah, and the part at the end is supposed to be Narrator, but it's hard to translate a Narrator into text form. (I have no idea why the narrator decided this stand battle of all of them was the time to show up but you know what? I'm not arguing.)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Whitney and her fellow Wolfram & Hart Stand User put their plan into motion along with their reluctant allies.
Word Count: 1008
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Whitney’s certainly going to worry about Antonia. She doesn’t have as thorough of a knowledge about how her Stand functions as the rest of them do, which is a liability in a Stand fight. Of course, Miss Houston hadn’t exactly used Simple Plan too often herself, but she had used it before (even if the targets had probably been innocent, which is a thought she hadn’t tried to dwell on, which was easier than she was comfortable with, given that they were able to fight back). Their allies are at least smart enough to avoid the paper cutout strings littering the battlefield, even if they aren’t aware of the nature of the danger or how diabolically inventive Antonia’s mind can be. Once Antonia got a real idea of what her Stand could do, how far she could push her little traps…it wouldn’t be pretty. Effective, but not pretty.
Whitney flinches, white noise filling her mind, as the cracks split the air. She isn’t able to backflip out of the way of another large glass leg that clicks down. Mostly, it’s because she’s distracted, because the giant glass scorpion does appear to be slowing down, no matter how slowly. From the force she calculates in her head, that would easily have fractured her collarbone without the armor. As it is, she’s been brought that much closer to the disappearance of her Stand.
“Whitney!” Antonia screams, voice full of fury. Even Three Days Grace’s menacing aura seems to grow, the eyes behind its goggles narrowed in hate, while the snip-snip of its garden sheers grows ever faster in tempo. It’s grounding enough to glance over and spot the weapons in the woman’s hands.
That’s right. These gunshots aren’t hurting people you care about. Her partner had to have stolen guns from the office. A bit different than her usual knife, but then, this probably means that she was at least thinking ahead, which is helpful. And another thought occurs to her—where are the police? Will they be drawn to the gunfire and get caught up in a Stand battle, or will they ignore this, particularly with everything else going on? The bullets pierce the clay, spiderwebbing cracks through the structure. She tries to focus on the fact that this will probably keep her partner safer, rather than trying to stab clay warriors within grabbing distance. And with the way she’s moving, Antonia fully intends to keep far away from the clay hordes, though being taken over by something forcing you to fight one of few people you actually care about would be enough to give anyone pause. At least Speedwagon’s long piece of iron that looks like it’s been yanked straight off a fence is long enough to keep him out of immediate grabbing distance, and while the Stand itself looks to be very fast (fast enough that she’s relying on all of her gymnastics and fighting skill to keep out of the way, trying to immobilize as much of the army as she can), the soldiers are more like those slow zombies than anything. The Stand does appear to be slowing, which is something, but it might not slow at a fast enough rate to be caught by the trap as planned. Brown, on the other hand, is probably one of the best weapons they have in this fight, as the arrows crack the clay as well as any of Antonia’s shots. And, well—as long as nothing hits her (again), Whitney could do this all day. The unknown woman doesn’t even appear to have a dagger, unlike Antonia, and she’s climbed up into a tree to get away from the clay soldiers. Which, well—she might seem like a liability, but at least she is distracting some of them while keeping them in the area, which is useful.
“Now!” the English gentleman yells, and the Mayan snake charges in and smacks him harshly on the mouth. It almost sounds like that time Whitney had had to smack a too-handsy guy at the bar. What’s even more worrisome is that he sounds distressed—is he, in fact, not as confident in the plan as he seemed?
(Little does Whitney know that, in order to get the plan to work, Speedwagon had been gambling on two things: one, that Darling’s new confidence and resolve found in the fight with Sons of Dixie had led to her discovering new powers within, given that, as he’d discovered through a conversation with her, she’d never been able to inflict sickness but rather just wounds through Violent Whispers, and two, that stress would be the key, given its role in coming down with a cold. He concentrated on his memories of discovering that Jojo was going to be put on trial by the ones he later learned were the man’s friends and the pressure of not being too late to save Josephine’s son, of knowing that the Violent Whispers-induced depression might take his friend’s life as he watches, helpless, all the worry that he’d set aside about Johan and even von Stroheim’s current state, of trying to live a respectful life as a bookseller even when his own past haunted him. He is incredibly lucky that his plan worked at least thus far and didn’t give him another fatal back wound, but he won’t mention this little detail when he talks with Jojo later and instead will claim it was all part of the plan.)
He’s able to fend off a few of the clay animated statues, chipping their outer edge to freeze them for at least a little while, until he doubles over, coughing like he’s about to hack up a lung. He’s slow enough that one of the statues catches his hand, and though he stumbles away, there’s still a slowly growing mass of clay on his hand. If this plan fails, he’ll be just one of the many terracotta figures menacing them.
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Just the sort of maniac Whitney’s proud to fight beside.
Hopefully, Antonia’s not taking notes.
