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madimpossibledreamerSame thing as last week. Written super last minute, may be beta'd at any time, contents may change until beta'd. Cliffhanger will probably not change when beta'd. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm mimicking Vento Aureo style here, which is very fond of its cliffhangers per chapters in a Stand fight, soooooo. (Actually, last chapter was also kind of a cliffhanger...what can I say, it's also a very jojo's thing to do...)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno implements his plan of attack.
Word Count: 1247
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THEREPROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
The cause, no doubt, is the malnutrition in his youth. Well, that and the rather odd situation involving his paternal line in general. He unleashes another flurry of blows with Gold Experience, pulling his Stand back within as soon as it hits because his back still smarts where the Stand Death had smacked his Stand through a wall with one tail swipe. Treading the line between cautious and reckless is more difficult than usual. Unfortunate.
Both Trish and Mista, and Sheila E, too, now that he thinks about it, when they’re alone and can’t undermine his authority in front of others, tease him about his height or how slender he is (though Trish will usually say something about how he’d make a better model than she does, and she’s pretty great). He’s certainly more muscular than when he joined Passione, but he’ll never have Jotaro’s body type, nor Josuke’s.
It doesn’t bother him often, mostly because he privately knows what happens to the others (particularly former Passione members) who underestimate him and try to challenge his position. It bothers him now, though that might just be the dragon getting to him.
He’ll be fine, after, but right now he can’t afford to heal the blood dripping down his shoulder. Can he? Perhaps he’s broadcasting too much weakness at the moment. Would it be better to heal himself now and put on a front that he’s fine, or is he better with just a little more underestimation? Can he even pull off his plan if he tries? He doesn’t have a lot of leeway for the plan to fail, and at minimum he has to last until the appointed time. Err on the side of caution, or go for broke?
He shrugs as well as he can, acting as if he doesn’t feel the pain. “Having never met a vampire, much less a fellow, what was the word you used, dhampir, I can’t say that I’m an expert on the subject.” He hesitates, then, in just as polite a tone, he adds, “I will say, you are less agile than I expected from a dragon, though that might just be that I didn’t imagine a dragon large enough.”
Is the dragon trash-talking him into making a rash move, or giving legitimate advice? This is, after all, a dragon, probably capable of beating him with mere words. “Perhaps the children of Masked Vampires are not true dhampirs. As your power goes, it’s bright, but it feels like a candle in a sea of darkness. Can you really defeat me? Can you give me life for more than a day, but a lifetime, an eternity?”
He could, probably. Within certain definitions, of course. But that’s the last resort if this doesn’t work, given Zio Jotaro’s understandable concerns about overuse of the Arrow. He cocks his head slowly as he feels the approach, and decides on his approach based on the current stage of the fight. Calculated bravado, probably. An attempt obvious to the dragon. A show of ego coupled with vulnerability. If he can appear a man too proud to admit fear, the dragon will hopefully not expect any surprise moves up his sleeve (well, not up his sleeve, not unless this plan fails, of course). “I’ve accomplished the impossible before. Once more will not be a hardship.”
He could list names, but has a feeling that the dragon would be no more impressed than by all those who attempt to do the same to him. He won’t waste his time on such a useless gesture. He believes in himself, and he believes in his dream.
The dragon chuckles, amused, but not intimidated. “Such confidence, young dhampir.”
He had managed to get Gold Experience behind the dragon without the dragon noticing. He goes for another muda flurry, only the Stand moves out of the way, and before he can dismiss his Stand several of the attacks connect. He grits his teeth against the pain. More to fix, but that’s to worry about after the battle. A few broken ribs have nothing on losing both of his hands, after all.
“But perhaps it is overconfidence.” The grin is toothy and intimidating, but Giorno refuses to let it worry him. “Are you willing to admit defeat, young dhampir?”
“Never,” Giorno smiles, posing with his Stand nonchalantly as if Death before him poses no threat. As if he had not just hit himself. As if everything was still going to plan. “I am not the sort to give up. If one way is ineffective, I try another.”
The darkened sun darkens still further, and it is now that the Stand sees the army descending upon him.
“The statues awakened do not have your intelligence, but that does not mean they are incapable of thought. Not all were open to the suggestion, but some were willing to recognize you as a threat, particularly as a threat to their existence,” the blond explains. The rest are animals awakened by his power. He’s not sure what the death aura will do to the Stand if it is turned against it, but he’s ready to find out.
The laughter of the dragon grows, to the point the ground shakes. “You are willing to sacrifice others to try to fulfill your part of the bargain?” Even now, a gargoyle here and a few humanoid statues fall to the ground, breaking with the force of their fall and turning lifeless. The flames of life in each flicker wildly. A number of ravens descend and begin to pick at the scales, turning back to car parts one by one and falling to the ground in what is turning out to be a graveyard. “Perhaps I underestimated you. Perhaps you truly do have something of the ruthless vampire in you. But no matter how hard you struggle, in the end your efforts are useless.”
Giorno smiles, polite and deadly. “That’s my line,” he corrects gently, stepping aside as Gold Experience rushes forward, gleefully attacking with a flurry of blows, joyfully yelling muda as if to prove the point.
“Enough!” Death roars, knocking off most of the attackers with one beat of its mighty wings, and with another frozen breath it already practically decimates the army Giorno had so carefully prepared. Giorno only avoids the breath by dropping to the frost-bitten ground immediately, Gold Experience following suit. Unfortunately, he can’t get to his feet quickly enough, and is easily trapped underneath a giant claw, as if the Stand had merely been toying with him this entire time. His struggles do little to remove himself from such a dangerous position, and Gold Experience’s attacks do little other than slowing the dragon once more, which is of little use in the situation.
“Where are your plans now, little dhampir?” the dragon mocks, and Giorno feels the spiritual tugging, a little like Black Sabbath’s dragging his soul out. Despite his determination, despite his goal and all those counting on him, he can feel his consciousness being dragged beneath the icy waters of death….
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno implements his plan of attack.
Word Count: 1247
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE
“Interesting,” the dragon states almost conversationally as Giorno rolls out of the way of another swipe of claws, panting slightly. He skids a little over the icy, dead ground, and it takes more effort than he’d like to stop. “I expected a dhampir to be stronger, but you’re rather puny, even as humans go. Your strength is average. You are not as durable as a vampire, nor do you heal as quickly.”
The cause, no doubt, is the malnutrition in his youth. Well, that and the rather odd situation involving his paternal line in general. He unleashes another flurry of blows with Gold Experience, pulling his Stand back within as soon as it hits because his back still smarts where the Stand Death had smacked his Stand through a wall with one tail swipe. Treading the line between cautious and reckless is more difficult than usual. Unfortunate.
Both Trish and Mista, and Sheila E, too, now that he thinks about it, when they’re alone and can’t undermine his authority in front of others, tease him about his height or how slender he is (though Trish will usually say something about how he’d make a better model than she does, and she’s pretty great). He’s certainly more muscular than when he joined Passione, but he’ll never have Jotaro’s body type, nor Josuke’s.
It doesn’t bother him often, mostly because he privately knows what happens to the others (particularly former Passione members) who underestimate him and try to challenge his position. It bothers him now, though that might just be the dragon getting to him.
He’ll be fine, after, but right now he can’t afford to heal the blood dripping down his shoulder. Can he? Perhaps he’s broadcasting too much weakness at the moment. Would it be better to heal himself now and put on a front that he’s fine, or is he better with just a little more underestimation? Can he even pull off his plan if he tries? He doesn’t have a lot of leeway for the plan to fail, and at minimum he has to last until the appointed time. Err on the side of caution, or go for broke?
He shrugs as well as he can, acting as if he doesn’t feel the pain. “Having never met a vampire, much less a fellow, what was the word you used, dhampir, I can’t say that I’m an expert on the subject.” He hesitates, then, in just as polite a tone, he adds, “I will say, you are less agile than I expected from a dragon, though that might just be that I didn’t imagine a dragon large enough.”
Is the dragon trash-talking him into making a rash move, or giving legitimate advice? This is, after all, a dragon, probably capable of beating him with mere words. “Perhaps the children of Masked Vampires are not true dhampirs. As your power goes, it’s bright, but it feels like a candle in a sea of darkness. Can you really defeat me? Can you give me life for more than a day, but a lifetime, an eternity?”
He could, probably. Within certain definitions, of course. But that’s the last resort if this doesn’t work, given Zio Jotaro’s understandable concerns about overuse of the Arrow. He cocks his head slowly as he feels the approach, and decides on his approach based on the current stage of the fight. Calculated bravado, probably. An attempt obvious to the dragon. A show of ego coupled with vulnerability. If he can appear a man too proud to admit fear, the dragon will hopefully not expect any surprise moves up his sleeve (well, not up his sleeve, not unless this plan fails, of course). “I’ve accomplished the impossible before. Once more will not be a hardship.”
He could list names, but has a feeling that the dragon would be no more impressed than by all those who attempt to do the same to him. He won’t waste his time on such a useless gesture. He believes in himself, and he believes in his dream.
The dragon chuckles, amused, but not intimidated. “Such confidence, young dhampir.”
He had managed to get Gold Experience behind the dragon without the dragon noticing. He goes for another muda flurry, only the Stand moves out of the way, and before he can dismiss his Stand several of the attacks connect. He grits his teeth against the pain. More to fix, but that’s to worry about after the battle. A few broken ribs have nothing on losing both of his hands, after all.
“But perhaps it is overconfidence.” The grin is toothy and intimidating, but Giorno refuses to let it worry him. “Are you willing to admit defeat, young dhampir?”
“Never,” Giorno smiles, posing with his Stand nonchalantly as if Death before him poses no threat. As if he had not just hit himself. As if everything was still going to plan. “I am not the sort to give up. If one way is ineffective, I try another.”
The darkened sun darkens still further, and it is now that the Stand sees the army descending upon him.
“The statues awakened do not have your intelligence, but that does not mean they are incapable of thought. Not all were open to the suggestion, but some were willing to recognize you as a threat, particularly as a threat to their existence,” the blond explains. The rest are animals awakened by his power. He’s not sure what the death aura will do to the Stand if it is turned against it, but he’s ready to find out.
The laughter of the dragon grows, to the point the ground shakes. “You are willing to sacrifice others to try to fulfill your part of the bargain?” Even now, a gargoyle here and a few humanoid statues fall to the ground, breaking with the force of their fall and turning lifeless. The flames of life in each flicker wildly. A number of ravens descend and begin to pick at the scales, turning back to car parts one by one and falling to the ground in what is turning out to be a graveyard. “Perhaps I underestimated you. Perhaps you truly do have something of the ruthless vampire in you. But no matter how hard you struggle, in the end your efforts are useless.”
Giorno smiles, polite and deadly. “That’s my line,” he corrects gently, stepping aside as Gold Experience rushes forward, gleefully attacking with a flurry of blows, joyfully yelling muda as if to prove the point.
“Enough!” Death roars, knocking off most of the attackers with one beat of its mighty wings, and with another frozen breath it already practically decimates the army Giorno had so carefully prepared. Giorno only avoids the breath by dropping to the frost-bitten ground immediately, Gold Experience following suit. Unfortunately, he can’t get to his feet quickly enough, and is easily trapped underneath a giant claw, as if the Stand had merely been toying with him this entire time. His struggles do little to remove himself from such a dangerous position, and Gold Experience’s attacks do little other than slowing the dragon once more, which is of little use in the situation.
“Where are your plans now, little dhampir?” the dragon mocks, and Giorno feels the spiritual tugging, a little like Black Sabbath’s dragging his soul out. Despite his determination, despite his goal and all those counting on him, he can feel his consciousness being dragged beneath the icy waters of death….
