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~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo decide how to investigate the island.
Word Count: 1148
Rating: Teen (hints at Purple Haze)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
And yes, it appears the blond has a hair-trigger, because he gestures wildly with the gun hand as he talks but the second either of them move a little (Severin fidgeting because his legs are starting to cramp, for example) he instantly stares at them, gun ready just in case.
Eventually he hangs up. “Hey, Slayer. What did you call Passione?”
A test, huh? “That it sounds like a strip club or a boy band?”
Fugo snorts. “That took guts. Now you’re supposed to show me something from your pockets, assuming you haven’t bought new clothes since you left your headquarters. You didn’t pack.”
Buffy blinks. That’s…she hadn’t even thought about a change, yet anyway. And she’s done something like this before, running out on her own because she can’t deal. Maybe Giles did have a point about her not learning from her past.
She finds a small gold ladybug in her pocket, and for a moment wonders why customs hadn’t found it before it slowly moves, kind of like breathing. This isn’t Egypt, but she still shifts uncomfortably, because it would really suck if she had to cut underneath her skin to get rid of a creepy bug crawling around. They hadn’t noticed it because it wasn’t metal. Not at the time, anyway. Giorno’s power brought it to life.
“Don Giovanna planted that on you. It’s his sign you are who you say you are, to show you’re not an imposter. Keep that safe. He doesn’t give those out to just anybody, you know.” Fugo breathes in deeply and relaxes a little. “He told me to get a mask. I assume that’s why you’re here too. It’s not safe to go into the shadows yet, thus the lights.”
She’s definitely grateful for that, though it’s probably about equally intended to protect her and prevent unnecessary damage to his criminal empire.
“I should be able to help with that,” Severin states thoughtfully. “Though I haven’t used the light spell from a distance before.”
“You maybe should work on that,” Buffy responds. No wonder his girlfriend had thought he was a little reckless.
“Maybe if I used some sort of crystal…” Montreux mutters to himself, reaching for the bag at his side before glancing back at Fugo. “It’s okay to move now, right?”
That reminds Buffy of something, but again, she can’t quite place it.
“I’ve got more work to do. I’m not going to be babysitting you the entire time.” Fugo’s already moving to set the light up.
She’s tempted to ask what’s wrong, how his Stand works, but he’s been quiet enough on that front he’s probably not going to answer. Instead, she just crouches in place, willing herself to be patient. “How long is it going to take?”
The gangster pauses, thinking, before he responds, “I’d say under ten minutes, though I’ll want to be extremely thorough, which could increase the amount of time I need.”
Buffy nods and settles down to wait, checking out her phone in the meantime. It’s more information than she’d expected from him. He seems a little annoyed but quickly moves on to his task, ignoring her. It’s another text from Giles, this one about Fugo’s Stand. Apparently it’s something to do with disease, and he’d actually bugged a witch to give him answers, since Giorno wouldn’t talk about it. She’d started to think shadow control or something—which isn’t ruled out, given how Stands work.
Severin shouts in triumph and shows her a quartz dangling at the end of a necklace. It’s most likely something he’d gotten for his girlfriend, not that she’s going to bring that up. She’s trying to keep him on track, and he’d said that he didn’t especially want to talk about it already. He’s got one of his palms behind it and it’s focusing like a laser or something. She grins and gives a thumbs-up in response.
It turns out that she starts napping, because the next thing she knows, Fugo’s shaking her shoulder. And fortunately she’s better adjusted than some of the Slayers she knows, because she doesn’t elbow him somewhere uncomfortable, first instinct that she’s being attacked. “Figured you’d want to be on hand, just in case it turns out there’s something to punch.”
He’s a little more awkward than angry now, but now that she’s paying attention he’s younger than her.
She smiles and nods. “I do enjoy punching things, thank you.” She takes his hand and lets him help her stand. “Don’t worry, if we don’t find anything to punch, I won’t use you as a punching bag.”
“That’s appreciated,” he responds dryly. They walk over to join Severin.
It might not have the grime of a vampire hangout in a city (seriously, some of the places she’d seen in London made her long for a shower more than the sewers), but the way the Mohawk Slayer talked she thought the world owed her everything. “This doesn’t make sense,” Buffy informs them, trying not to pay attention to the sand-filled clothes draped everywhere. “Simone—she was the leader of these jerks—she’s not the type to be happy with an HQ like this. She’d wanna go all Bond Villain with it. Hiding out in ruins like a bunch of cornered animals on the run isn’t her style.”
Fugo’s hands involuntarily ball into fists. “I know the type,” he mutters darkly. “They’d tried to get something on the mainland before. We convinced them it wasn’t worth the trouble,” which she mentally translates to ‘Passione and the Slaypires fought before they’d even made it to this island’, “…but I think they talked to those damn lawyers before they left…”
“Hang on, I think there’s a trapdoor here!” Severin calls.
They rush over. “Apparently you were right about your enemy. Guess you might get the opportunity to punch someone after all, and that…well, that isn’t really a laser a scientist would use, but I would imagine it works well enough on vampires. I’m no Mista, but I’m a good enough shot, and I did get some extra ammunition when I bought this,” the gangster pats the light he’s toted to the trapdoor, “…just in case.”
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo decide how to investigate the island.
Word Count: 1148
Rating: Teen (hints at Purple Haze)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Buffy’s glad she decided to silence her cell phone, because she has the feeling even if they are a good sprint away, if it rang he might overreact. He seems to be the type with a dynamite-like temper—or maybe he’s just extremely touchy since he’s in what’s essentially a battlefield. She’s never felt that way, probably because her battlefield was where she got groceries and went to school and hung out after it, but maybe it’s more common than she realized, given Severin’s focus in dangerous situations. (And maybe that’s something Giles would remark on, too, that she has no sense of self-preservation—which is completely untrue, because she’s trying not to tick off a dangerous possible ally.)
And yes, it appears the blond has a hair-trigger, because he gestures wildly with the gun hand as he talks but the second either of them move a little (Severin fidgeting because his legs are starting to cramp, for example) he instantly stares at them, gun ready just in case.
Eventually he hangs up. “Hey, Slayer. What did you call Passione?”
A test, huh? “That it sounds like a strip club or a boy band?”
Fugo snorts. “That took guts. Now you’re supposed to show me something from your pockets, assuming you haven’t bought new clothes since you left your headquarters. You didn’t pack.”
Buffy blinks. That’s…she hadn’t even thought about a change, yet anyway. And she’s done something like this before, running out on her own because she can’t deal. Maybe Giles did have a point about her not learning from her past.
She finds a small gold ladybug in her pocket, and for a moment wonders why customs hadn’t found it before it slowly moves, kind of like breathing. This isn’t Egypt, but she still shifts uncomfortably, because it would really suck if she had to cut underneath her skin to get rid of a creepy bug crawling around. They hadn’t noticed it because it wasn’t metal. Not at the time, anyway. Giorno’s power brought it to life.
“Don Giovanna planted that on you. It’s his sign you are who you say you are, to show you’re not an imposter. Keep that safe. He doesn’t give those out to just anybody, you know.” Fugo breathes in deeply and relaxes a little. “He told me to get a mask. I assume that’s why you’re here too. It’s not safe to go into the shadows yet, thus the lights.”
She’s definitely grateful for that, though it’s probably about equally intended to protect her and prevent unnecessary damage to his criminal empire.
“I should be able to help with that,” Severin states thoughtfully. “Though I haven’t used the light spell from a distance before.”
“You maybe should work on that,” Buffy responds. No wonder his girlfriend had thought he was a little reckless.
“Maybe if I used some sort of crystal…” Montreux mutters to himself, reaching for the bag at his side before glancing back at Fugo. “It’s okay to move now, right?”
That reminds Buffy of something, but again, she can’t quite place it.
“I’ve got more work to do. I’m not going to be babysitting you the entire time.” Fugo’s already moving to set the light up.
She’s tempted to ask what’s wrong, how his Stand works, but he’s been quiet enough on that front he’s probably not going to answer. Instead, she just crouches in place, willing herself to be patient. “How long is it going to take?”
The gangster pauses, thinking, before he responds, “I’d say under ten minutes, though I’ll want to be extremely thorough, which could increase the amount of time I need.”
Buffy nods and settles down to wait, checking out her phone in the meantime. It’s more information than she’d expected from him. He seems a little annoyed but quickly moves on to his task, ignoring her. It’s another text from Giles, this one about Fugo’s Stand. Apparently it’s something to do with disease, and he’d actually bugged a witch to give him answers, since Giorno wouldn’t talk about it. She’d started to think shadow control or something—which isn’t ruled out, given how Stands work.
Severin shouts in triumph and shows her a quartz dangling at the end of a necklace. It’s most likely something he’d gotten for his girlfriend, not that she’s going to bring that up. She’s trying to keep him on track, and he’d said that he didn’t especially want to talk about it already. He’s got one of his palms behind it and it’s focusing like a laser or something. She grins and gives a thumbs-up in response.
It turns out that she starts napping, because the next thing she knows, Fugo’s shaking her shoulder. And fortunately she’s better adjusted than some of the Slayers she knows, because she doesn’t elbow him somewhere uncomfortable, first instinct that she’s being attacked. “Figured you’d want to be on hand, just in case it turns out there’s something to punch.”
He’s a little more awkward than angry now, but now that she’s paying attention he’s younger than her.
She smiles and nods. “I do enjoy punching things, thank you.” She takes his hand and lets him help her stand. “Don’t worry, if we don’t find anything to punch, I won’t use you as a punching bag.”
“That’s appreciated,” he responds dryly. They walk over to join Severin.
It might not have the grime of a vampire hangout in a city (seriously, some of the places she’d seen in London made her long for a shower more than the sewers), but the way the Mohawk Slayer talked she thought the world owed her everything. “This doesn’t make sense,” Buffy informs them, trying not to pay attention to the sand-filled clothes draped everywhere. “Simone—she was the leader of these jerks—she’s not the type to be happy with an HQ like this. She’d wanna go all Bond Villain with it. Hiding out in ruins like a bunch of cornered animals on the run isn’t her style.”
Fugo’s hands involuntarily ball into fists. “I know the type,” he mutters darkly. “They’d tried to get something on the mainland before. We convinced them it wasn’t worth the trouble,” which she mentally translates to ‘Passione and the Slaypires fought before they’d even made it to this island’, “…but I think they talked to those damn lawyers before they left…”
“Hang on, I think there’s a trapdoor here!” Severin calls.
They rush over. “Apparently you were right about your enemy. Guess you might get the opportunity to punch someone after all, and that…well, that isn’t really a laser a scientist would use, but I would imagine it works well enough on vampires. I’m no Mista, but I’m a good enough shot, and I did get some extra ammunition when I bought this,” the gangster pats the light he’s toted to the trapdoor, “…just in case.”
