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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro and Buffy face off.
Word Count: 1124
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The Stand is fast. She remembers the rapid-fire punchfest. It punches faster than she can, for sure, but she’s not sure if it is generally faster or stronger than a Slayer. Well, no…if she pushed herself she could probably punch through a Slaypire’s head, but she’s been trying to hold herself back for so long so she doesn’t accidentally wrench doors off hinges or break dishes. (Mom had never forgiven her for most of the dishware, she thinks with a pang. Even when she’d tried to be careful.) She hasn’t gotten in some good exercise for a bit anyway, and she’s still got a lot of pent-up rage from all the death. Angel, her Slayers, probably innocents caught in the crossfire. If she’s honest, she had been curious about how a Slayer’s power matches up to a Stand, though she’s not sure she would have suggested it. It’s too late to find out for sure now, of course. She’s probably got a boost from her anger, just like in all the other fights, so it’s probably not the same, but then, even if the surroundings change just a little, match-up fights never are. What-ifs have no place in the here and now. There’s only the fist being aimed at her head.
She ducks it easily. Jotaro must be starting out slow, trying to gauge her before he goes all out. Which is fair enough, and doesn’t really bother her. Sometimes when she’s up against a fighter she’s wary of, she does the same thing, trying to keep herself intact while she tries to find a weakness and evaluate the fighting style.
He smirks a little, and yeah, he can’t hide that it’s pride now, though if he bothered explaining he would probably say something about a good fight instead. He hadn’t actually been starting off slow—well, the single punch definitely is slower than that Gold Rush whatever. His speed is pretty close to his best.
In return, she aims a punch directly at Star Platinum’s stomach, and hears the corresponding whoosh of air as all of Jotaro’s air gets forced out. So Stands are pretty attached to their casters, or whatever they’re called. If one’s hurt, the other is too. That’s good to know. Though Stands do have different abilities, and some are probably easier to punch than others. Kakyoin had explained about how his was a distance type, and Josephine’s was a hybrid. He probably would have continued talking about it if Jotaro hadn’t called him back in to discuss something. He really seemed to enjoy the topic.
She had been trying for more damage than that—not broken ribs or anything, though Joestars could probably heal from that too—but something more than that. Then again, apparently Jotaro had been stabbed once by a magical sword or something, so people with Stands were probably more durable, too—kind of like a Slayer. Funny, that.
He does seem to be in more pain due to the healing wound, but then, he really should’ve thought about that before picking a fight with a Slayer, and he wants her to treat this like he’s an enemy with a Stand. She’s definitely not pulling her punches in that case.
Going off on her own might be a dumb idea, and Willow might be right. This all might be that spell working on her, too. But as she told Giorno, she is tired of just sitting around and waiting for her enemies to make a move, tired of cowering around like with the First. She’d had so much hope that they were moving on, learning from what they’d been doing then, but it just feels the same. And if it’s a trap, well, bring it on. A trap only works if you can cut off all escape, and the trapee doesn’t know about the trap. And maybe it would have helped Giles to mention that she’d had one of her first Slayer Dreams in a while, suggesting that she really did need to do this, to go out on her own, and she was pretty sure those came from the First Slayer and she wasn’t still mad at them after her little dream-punishment thing since no one had noticed anything. But she shouldn’t have to mention little details like that to get her own Watcher to believe in her. He needs to learn to trust that she can deal with these situations on her own.
Jotaro backs up a little, breathing heavy, and the seethrough vision of the Stand fades a little. So breathing’s probably important to maintain a Stand (it’s not pain; he’d barely flinched and really been just a little more annoyed at being impaled by the Slaypire tail). Out of nowhere, two of Star Platinum’s fingers extend. She’d felt the air moving before she’d even consciously seen what was coming, so they only scratch her face a little. ‘Star Finger’ sounds a little more like some drink Faith would order, but never mind that. There’s a manhole cover at her feet, just begging to be used. She’s seen Xander struggle enough with them whenever they have to go into the sewers, so apparently they’re pretty heavy for a normal person to lift, but it’s easy enough for her to do one-handed, and she throws it like a really heavy discus. Jotaro catches it, but grunts. He’s back to Expressionless Stoic Face. Star Platinum, on the other hand, is grinning as wide as it possibly can. It looks a little bit deranged like that, but then, there’s something probably a little bit wrong with all of them, isn’t there?
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro and Buffy face off.
Word Count: 1124
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Unfortunately enough for Jotaro, Buffy’s had a lot of practice strategizing in battle. She doesn’t prefer doing it, really, but even if Giles doesn’t believe in her she’s fully aware of her own abilities. From how Kakyoin had talked, trying to explain this new power that she was supposed to develop soon, Star Platinum was mainly a straight brawler Stand, which was fine by her. It’s been a while since she’s had a good direct fight like that, and she misses it a little. Sometimes, demons had a little too much imagination, and she misses just a simple vampire fight ending with a good staking. There’s the little matter of how he’d ended up in front of her, taking that blow from the Slaypire tail meant for her. One second, nothing was between her and that…thing. The next, he was there, grunting and taking pain she could’ve taken too (but, well, at least he didn’t outwardly seem to mind healing as much as she did, even if he did seem super grumpy about everything; that might be his natural state of being, she’s not sure).
The Stand is fast. She remembers the rapid-fire punchfest. It punches faster than she can, for sure, but she’s not sure if it is generally faster or stronger than a Slayer. Well, no…if she pushed herself she could probably punch through a Slaypire’s head, but she’s been trying to hold herself back for so long so she doesn’t accidentally wrench doors off hinges or break dishes. (Mom had never forgiven her for most of the dishware, she thinks with a pang. Even when she’d tried to be careful.) She hasn’t gotten in some good exercise for a bit anyway, and she’s still got a lot of pent-up rage from all the death. Angel, her Slayers, probably innocents caught in the crossfire. If she’s honest, she had been curious about how a Slayer’s power matches up to a Stand, though she’s not sure she would have suggested it. It’s too late to find out for sure now, of course. She’s probably got a boost from her anger, just like in all the other fights, so it’s probably not the same, but then, even if the surroundings change just a little, match-up fights never are. What-ifs have no place in the here and now. There’s only the fist being aimed at her head.
She ducks it easily. Jotaro must be starting out slow, trying to gauge her before he goes all out. Which is fair enough, and doesn’t really bother her. Sometimes when she’s up against a fighter she’s wary of, she does the same thing, trying to keep herself intact while she tries to find a weakness and evaluate the fighting style.
He smirks a little, and yeah, he can’t hide that it’s pride now, though if he bothered explaining he would probably say something about a good fight instead. He hadn’t actually been starting off slow—well, the single punch definitely is slower than that Gold Rush whatever. His speed is pretty close to his best.
In return, she aims a punch directly at Star Platinum’s stomach, and hears the corresponding whoosh of air as all of Jotaro’s air gets forced out. So Stands are pretty attached to their casters, or whatever they’re called. If one’s hurt, the other is too. That’s good to know. Though Stands do have different abilities, and some are probably easier to punch than others. Kakyoin had explained about how his was a distance type, and Josephine’s was a hybrid. He probably would have continued talking about it if Jotaro hadn’t called him back in to discuss something. He really seemed to enjoy the topic.
She had been trying for more damage than that—not broken ribs or anything, though Joestars could probably heal from that too—but something more than that. Then again, apparently Jotaro had been stabbed once by a magical sword or something, so people with Stands were probably more durable, too—kind of like a Slayer. Funny, that.
He does seem to be in more pain due to the healing wound, but then, he really should’ve thought about that before picking a fight with a Slayer, and he wants her to treat this like he’s an enemy with a Stand. She’s definitely not pulling her punches in that case.
Going off on her own might be a dumb idea, and Willow might be right. This all might be that spell working on her, too. But as she told Giorno, she is tired of just sitting around and waiting for her enemies to make a move, tired of cowering around like with the First. She’d had so much hope that they were moving on, learning from what they’d been doing then, but it just feels the same. And if it’s a trap, well, bring it on. A trap only works if you can cut off all escape, and the trapee doesn’t know about the trap. And maybe it would have helped Giles to mention that she’d had one of her first Slayer Dreams in a while, suggesting that she really did need to do this, to go out on her own, and she was pretty sure those came from the First Slayer and she wasn’t still mad at them after her little dream-punishment thing since no one had noticed anything. But she shouldn’t have to mention little details like that to get her own Watcher to believe in her. He needs to learn to trust that she can deal with these situations on her own.
Jotaro backs up a little, breathing heavy, and the seethrough vision of the Stand fades a little. So breathing’s probably important to maintain a Stand (it’s not pain; he’d barely flinched and really been just a little more annoyed at being impaled by the Slaypire tail). Out of nowhere, two of Star Platinum’s fingers extend. She’d felt the air moving before she’d even consciously seen what was coming, so they only scratch her face a little. ‘Star Finger’ sounds a little more like some drink Faith would order, but never mind that. There’s a manhole cover at her feet, just begging to be used. She’s seen Xander struggle enough with them whenever they have to go into the sewers, so apparently they’re pretty heavy for a normal person to lift, but it’s easy enough for her to do one-handed, and she throws it like a really heavy discus. Jotaro catches it, but grunts. He’s back to Expressionless Stoic Face. Star Platinum, on the other hand, is grinning as wide as it possibly can. It looks a little bit deranged like that, but then, there’s something probably a little bit wrong with all of them, isn’t there?
