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madimpossibledreamerNote on the chemical in this chapter: This could be referring to several chemicals, such as Pentaborane-9. Whatever it was, it was a known one that they had in the lab for reference purposes.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Can Giorno and Buffy learn more without giving away their real identities?
Word Count: 1028
Rating: Teen (hints at scientist captivity)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“I have some calls to make,” Francis states ominously. Hopefully the phone call isn’t to the real ‘Capperi’…or either of them have telepathy. That would be of the bad.
‘Capperi’ stands imperiously, and this time ‘Struffoli’ moves to his side. She earns a small, if creepy, smile. At least if she meets this real ‘Capperi’ he can beat him up, and everything she’s learned about Giorno says that he won’t try anything, unlike ‘Guanciale’, who’s constrained by the nature of his role. Of course, he’s probably just a creep, not like Warren, but still, it’s genius. ‘Capperi’ thinks of everything, doesn’t he? And she doesn’t have to fake the impressed smile. That’s real.
They follow the quiet lawyer down the hallway. It starts as your average office hallway and, as they get to the parts of the building that the normal clients don’t get to see, morphs into claustrophobic, creepy corridors.
“I know why you’re really here,” Sawyer remarks, just in time for maximum spookage, and fortunately Buffy has great Slayer reflexes or she would’ve flinched at that one. ‘Capperi’ merely raises a single eyebrow, cool as anything. “You learned of the fact that we’ve obtained an Arrow. I won’t tell you how many Stand Users we’ve created loyal to our interests (and yours, given your offer of alliance), but we have enough to, at the very least, make Passione think twice about their current trajectory. Those who already exist have also been given very generous offers.”
“True, I’d heard of the failure of one of Giovanna’s agents, on his very doorstep, no less. We opened a special-edition grappa in her honor.” There’s a special maliciousness in ‘Capperi’s’ eyes now. ‘Struffoli’ matches it with a smirk, and ‘Guanciale’ gives his best cackle.
“Well, we don’t stop at mere ancient weaponry,” the lawyer continues—so he might not put them within grab reach of the Arrow. Probably a wise precaution. “For our most discerning clientele, we have gathered a weapons inventory from around the world, as well as the best designers. In this laboratory—” he waves to a room with glassware and cubbies with glass in the front and a few people in lab coats and a few people who are probably guards. He’s falling completely into the tour guide role now.
“Oh, hullo, Sawyer. Inspection time again?” A kind-looking older gentleman straightens, sweating a little. Buffy’s instincts indicate he’s not here willingly. There’s another guy, younger, babbling about chemistry things she doesn’t understand—here because the challenge interests, probably, and the woman holds her hand up, cutting him off—greed for power, pay. Both of which, Angel, she thinks with a small pang, had assured her Wolfram & Hart had in spades. As befits a deal with a devil, they’re incredible at offering just what they’d need to draw you in.
“Don’t be stupid. He’s not near high enough in the hierarchy for that, chill.” One of the guards is probably from California, and he’s far too amused by this.
“You’ve still got time,” his London counterpart agrees, hanging off him.
“Well, this lady has questions about your work, and specifically your results,” Sawyer smiles smugly, introducing her. “Struffoli.”
“Ah, well, we’re working on new compounds that catch fire,” the kind man explains, mopping at his brow. He opens his mouth to say something else, but doesn’t get the chance.
“What are you doing?” the female scientist asks suspiciously, interrupting. ‘Struffoli’s’ heart can’t take all these near-discoveries, but it turns out she’s not addressing them at all.
The guards have begun fighting. “They’re going to fire someone, and if they do, it should be you,” the London one says with all seriousness, as if something had actually led to this.
“I saw you steal my paycheck!” the probable Californian accuses, like they’ve been having this argument for several minutes, despite having gotten along less than a minute ago. This isn’t normal; this is Hellmouthy, but question is, is it the kind of Hellmouthy thing ‘Struffoli’ can fight? ‘Capperi’s’ stance has grown more tense, so he’s probably getting ready to fight, too. Sawyer, meanwhile, is glancing between the two cautiously, as if this is a tennis match he can’t quite get.
“Yeah, but that was for a birthday surprise! But you never appreciate—” The British guard trails off, as the American turns away from him. “Don’t you walk away from me!” He throws out a hand and breaks one of the glass vials on his sleeve. It starts burning and he shrieks.
“If you’ve got to have your lover’s spat, take it elsewhere,” the female scientist sniffs.
“No, not water, smothering. This is a compound that is flammable on contact with oxygen,” the older man starts explaining, while the curious one starts quickly taking off his lab coat—to help with the smothering of the fire, maybe?
Simultaneously, Sawyer swears under his breath. “Bollocks, it’s another possession case.” He moves toward a button on the wall, but shuffles backward to avoid touching the skin of the body lurching awkwardly toward him. Given the behavior involved, ‘Struffoli’ has to agree—the resemblance is uncanny if it isn’t a possession case.
The Californian guard has started shuffling past, face blank. His eyes are slightly clouded, misty.
And he pulls the dangling lever. The pressure drenches him, but he doesn’t let go. It’s certainly coming down in more of a deluge than she’d expect from a shower.
“Let go! You could flood the laboratory! It doesn’t help with this fire!” she yells at him and tries to pry his hand open. He doesn’t even budge.
And then all of the building’s sprinklers go off too, and that’s when ‘Struffoli’s’ vague danger sense rather than just bugging her a little about it start screaming.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Can Giorno and Buffy learn more without giving away their real identities?
Word Count: 1028
Rating: Teen (hints at scientist captivity)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“Yes, weapons. We’d be happy to show you what we have available—we are proud of our extra services available to our clients, and for those of our clients who are alive we’d be happy to help you remain so (though we don’t discriminate and should you die we will be happy to continue to offer you our services),” Sawyer smiles. “If you’d care to follow me.”
“I have some calls to make,” Francis states ominously. Hopefully the phone call isn’t to the real ‘Capperi’…or either of them have telepathy. That would be of the bad.
‘Capperi’ stands imperiously, and this time ‘Struffoli’ moves to his side. She earns a small, if creepy, smile. At least if she meets this real ‘Capperi’ he can beat him up, and everything she’s learned about Giorno says that he won’t try anything, unlike ‘Guanciale’, who’s constrained by the nature of his role. Of course, he’s probably just a creep, not like Warren, but still, it’s genius. ‘Capperi’ thinks of everything, doesn’t he? And she doesn’t have to fake the impressed smile. That’s real.
They follow the quiet lawyer down the hallway. It starts as your average office hallway and, as they get to the parts of the building that the normal clients don’t get to see, morphs into claustrophobic, creepy corridors.
“I know why you’re really here,” Sawyer remarks, just in time for maximum spookage, and fortunately Buffy has great Slayer reflexes or she would’ve flinched at that one. ‘Capperi’ merely raises a single eyebrow, cool as anything. “You learned of the fact that we’ve obtained an Arrow. I won’t tell you how many Stand Users we’ve created loyal to our interests (and yours, given your offer of alliance), but we have enough to, at the very least, make Passione think twice about their current trajectory. Those who already exist have also been given very generous offers.”
“True, I’d heard of the failure of one of Giovanna’s agents, on his very doorstep, no less. We opened a special-edition grappa in her honor.” There’s a special maliciousness in ‘Capperi’s’ eyes now. ‘Struffoli’ matches it with a smirk, and ‘Guanciale’ gives his best cackle.
“Well, we don’t stop at mere ancient weaponry,” the lawyer continues—so he might not put them within grab reach of the Arrow. Probably a wise precaution. “For our most discerning clientele, we have gathered a weapons inventory from around the world, as well as the best designers. In this laboratory—” he waves to a room with glassware and cubbies with glass in the front and a few people in lab coats and a few people who are probably guards. He’s falling completely into the tour guide role now.
“Oh, hullo, Sawyer. Inspection time again?” A kind-looking older gentleman straightens, sweating a little. Buffy’s instincts indicate he’s not here willingly. There’s another guy, younger, babbling about chemistry things she doesn’t understand—here because the challenge interests, probably, and the woman holds her hand up, cutting him off—greed for power, pay. Both of which, Angel, she thinks with a small pang, had assured her Wolfram & Hart had in spades. As befits a deal with a devil, they’re incredible at offering just what they’d need to draw you in.
“Don’t be stupid. He’s not near high enough in the hierarchy for that, chill.” One of the guards is probably from California, and he’s far too amused by this.
“You’ve still got time,” his London counterpart agrees, hanging off him.
“Well, this lady has questions about your work, and specifically your results,” Sawyer smiles smugly, introducing her. “Struffoli.”
“Ah, well, we’re working on new compounds that catch fire,” the kind man explains, mopping at his brow. He opens his mouth to say something else, but doesn’t get the chance.
“What are you doing?” the female scientist asks suspiciously, interrupting. ‘Struffoli’s’ heart can’t take all these near-discoveries, but it turns out she’s not addressing them at all.
The guards have begun fighting. “They’re going to fire someone, and if they do, it should be you,” the London one says with all seriousness, as if something had actually led to this.
“I saw you steal my paycheck!” the probable Californian accuses, like they’ve been having this argument for several minutes, despite having gotten along less than a minute ago. This isn’t normal; this is Hellmouthy, but question is, is it the kind of Hellmouthy thing ‘Struffoli’ can fight? ‘Capperi’s’ stance has grown more tense, so he’s probably getting ready to fight, too. Sawyer, meanwhile, is glancing between the two cautiously, as if this is a tennis match he can’t quite get.
“Yeah, but that was for a birthday surprise! But you never appreciate—” The British guard trails off, as the American turns away from him. “Don’t you walk away from me!” He throws out a hand and breaks one of the glass vials on his sleeve. It starts burning and he shrieks.
“If you’ve got to have your lover’s spat, take it elsewhere,” the female scientist sniffs.
“No, not water, smothering. This is a compound that is flammable on contact with oxygen,” the older man starts explaining, while the curious one starts quickly taking off his lab coat—to help with the smothering of the fire, maybe?
Simultaneously, Sawyer swears under his breath. “Bollocks, it’s another possession case.” He moves toward a button on the wall, but shuffles backward to avoid touching the skin of the body lurching awkwardly toward him. Given the behavior involved, ‘Struffoli’ has to agree—the resemblance is uncanny if it isn’t a possession case.
The Californian guard has started shuffling past, face blank. His eyes are slightly clouded, misty.
And he pulls the dangling lever. The pressure drenches him, but he doesn’t let go. It’s certainly coming down in more of a deluge than she’d expect from a shower.
“Let go! You could flood the laboratory! It doesn’t help with this fire!” she yells at him and tries to pry his hand open. He doesn’t even budge.
And then all of the building’s sprinklers go off too, and that’s when ‘Struffoli’s’ vague danger sense rather than just bugging her a little about it start screaming.
