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madimpossibledreamerOddly, writing Natsukawa made me better understand (and hopefully better write) Buffy. Who knew? (new fic with her coming soon to a dreamwidth adjacent to your location)
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo keep exploring the island's tunnels.
Word Count: 1229
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence aftermath)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Who would have been the source, though? It’s not common for vampires to be bleeding unless whoever’s fighting them isn’t very good and keeps not going for killshots, and she’s not sure if she’s ever seen one of the Mask-Vampires bleed (scream in pain, yes, bleed…not that she can remember; which in general means they’re cleaner monsters even if they are annoyingly harder to kill). And Fugo’s fine. He definitely didn’t look like he had any wounds. They also wouldn’t waste blood by pouring it on the ground, so seriously, where would it have been from?
And then there’s a few instances of clothes, like some of the Slaypires had run from Fugo’s attack, and ash, inside the clothes and also on its own, which indicates sunlight or…yeah, beheading isn’t always enough to get rid of those Mask Vamps, which is worrying in itself, and yeah, a fight had happened here, more than just Fugo wiping everybody out, which makes it worse. In her own experience, barring massively impressive distance fighting techniques the Slaypires were pretty dangerous, so getting hurt fighting them makes complete sense, but she can’t think of anyone else who would even know about them let alone want them all dead.
She makes a remark about the waste of ruining clothes like that in the space of her own mind, but she knows herself well enough to know she’s trying to distance herself from the fact that she’d met most of these ladies, sometimes a lot more than that. Like that blue butterfly print dress—she can probably dig up a woman’s name attached if she thinks hard enough, but she refuses instead because her trauma’s already bad enough and honestly most of them should probably be in therapy. They cope with having Sunnydale Mindset and refusing to take things seriously as a time-saving shortcut.
The corridor opens up into a room, surprisingly roomy. What is this, bigger on the inside or something? Are they underneath the water now? They have to be unless the architecture is non-Euclidean. Or whatever the Lovecraftian equivalent is. Honestly, Willow had tried to get both her and Xander into the books, and in a rare moment of full honesty for them both, Buffy had agreed with Xander that she preferred the dumb movies she could mock because she got enough of the serious side of things in daily life. There’s more of the blood, there’s more ash and against the column (which is a surprisingly sensible bit of architecture for somewhere that seems to have been built by the Mad Warlock or something), there’s a body propped. It’s sitting oddly and isn’t breathing, so it’s dead. The question is, what kind? Non-breathing but willing to wreck shop dead, or actual not-gonna attack dead?
And then she sees the pink hair in what used to be a well put-together Mohawk and knows exactly who it is. Was? She’s still trying to work through the implications of vampirism and personality.
“Careful of gun,” Buffy rushes to say, just in case, because Slayer Healing or no Slayer Healing, her arm still hurts, particularly when she thinks about it. Fugo doesn’t even hesitate; he fires two shots into Simone’s wrists directly. He’s a little sloppy and she still flinches, just a little bit. Guns are still loud. Particularly for those with better hearing than your average human-shaped being. If she’s honest with herself, which she prefers to avoid, if she wasn’t in front of an enemy in a possibly-battle type situation she’d feel comfortable about losing it just a little, but not right now. Probably just a case of bad memories where guns are involved (it hadn’t bothered her when they were fighting earlier), but she doesn’t want to repeat the experience, or have anyone else dying on her watch. Again. Partly because people getting hurt is bad, partly because friends trying to destroy the world is never a recommended experience.
Simone struggles to raise her head and grins, bloody and mocking. She’s not getting up. She hadn’t even moved other than the obvious when Fugo’d shot, other than the obvious physics-based stuff. It’s honestly slightly oogy to think about, but she’s probably paralyzed from the neck down, for the moment anyway. The only reason she wouldn’t be getting up to fight them now is that she can’t. Breaking the spine kills most vampires, but Mask-Vamps are different. Even now, she might be healing. “You’re too late. Wolfram & Hart beat you to it. The mask is gone.”
Severin kneels down next to her, looking seconds away from shaking her like a rag doll. His left hand is in a fist, while his right clutches tightly onto the death laser jewel of doom. Both are shaking. “What the hell would they need the Mask for? They’ve already got demons to do their bidding, demons a lot tougher than even the toughest vampire.” Fugo’s got the gun ready, and Buffy’s trying to look as casual as she can with her new and very shiny toy.
“They’ve also got Stand Users, which is usually a little more predictable in result as long as you’re okay with a few casualties,” the gangster adds, quiet but menacing.
The Slaypire laughs derisively. It’s grating and does nothing to cover up the death rattle sound. “None of you did your homework, didja? I don’t know about the other two, but your keeper would be disappointed in you, Oh Great Leader of the Slayers.”
Severin makes an active effort to control his frustrated breathing, and Buffy pointedly makes a show of casually waving around the sword. By the way Simone doesn’t grin like she got something over on Buffy, she’s pretty sure the sword isn’t actually a trap, though of course she can’t be sure until some witch looks it over. Maybe when they have a down moment Severin can look over it. In fact, she looks a little scared, in the absolutely trying to keep her enemies from noticing way. So the sword probably actually is useful. Probably.
Still, she tries to make a quip that falls hollow anyway. “Sure, I’ll let you cheat off mine.” She coughs up more blood. Which…why would anyone leave her behind, alive? To try to deal with any who might follow? Because surely whoever it is would have to know that she’d heal. “It’s needed for the Ascension ritual for the ones that made the vampires. Who knows if it’ll actually work as intended, since the creator and Queen had a few different ideas about it, but I’m not going to chicken out.”
“You won’t get the chance.” Severin glances at Buffy, and yeah. She’ll think of questions later, upset that she didn’t think to ask but at the moment there isn’t anything else, and this needs to be dealt with. She nods, and he mutters again, light gathering at his palms and focusing through the jewel. Simone melts like the others, sneering ‘till the very end.
Fugo sounds like he’s cursing under his breath in Italian.
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo keep exploring the island's tunnels.
Word Count: 1229
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence aftermath)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Buffy, Severin, and Fugo continue to not be ambushed, which puts Buffy more and more on edge. And then she starts noticing the blood. There’s not a lot, and it’s nearly dried from the feel of it under her boots—but it’s still a little sticky. At least it’s on the bottom, which is easier to clean.
Who would have been the source, though? It’s not common for vampires to be bleeding unless whoever’s fighting them isn’t very good and keeps not going for killshots, and she’s not sure if she’s ever seen one of the Mask-Vampires bleed (scream in pain, yes, bleed…not that she can remember; which in general means they’re cleaner monsters even if they are annoyingly harder to kill). And Fugo’s fine. He definitely didn’t look like he had any wounds. They also wouldn’t waste blood by pouring it on the ground, so seriously, where would it have been from?
And then there’s a few instances of clothes, like some of the Slaypires had run from Fugo’s attack, and ash, inside the clothes and also on its own, which indicates sunlight or…yeah, beheading isn’t always enough to get rid of those Mask Vamps, which is worrying in itself, and yeah, a fight had happened here, more than just Fugo wiping everybody out, which makes it worse. In her own experience, barring massively impressive distance fighting techniques the Slaypires were pretty dangerous, so getting hurt fighting them makes complete sense, but she can’t think of anyone else who would even know about them let alone want them all dead.
She makes a remark about the waste of ruining clothes like that in the space of her own mind, but she knows herself well enough to know she’s trying to distance herself from the fact that she’d met most of these ladies, sometimes a lot more than that. Like that blue butterfly print dress—she can probably dig up a woman’s name attached if she thinks hard enough, but she refuses instead because her trauma’s already bad enough and honestly most of them should probably be in therapy. They cope with having Sunnydale Mindset and refusing to take things seriously as a time-saving shortcut.
The corridor opens up into a room, surprisingly roomy. What is this, bigger on the inside or something? Are they underneath the water now? They have to be unless the architecture is non-Euclidean. Or whatever the Lovecraftian equivalent is. Honestly, Willow had tried to get both her and Xander into the books, and in a rare moment of full honesty for them both, Buffy had agreed with Xander that she preferred the dumb movies she could mock because she got enough of the serious side of things in daily life. There’s more of the blood, there’s more ash and against the column (which is a surprisingly sensible bit of architecture for somewhere that seems to have been built by the Mad Warlock or something), there’s a body propped. It’s sitting oddly and isn’t breathing, so it’s dead. The question is, what kind? Non-breathing but willing to wreck shop dead, or actual not-gonna attack dead?
And then she sees the pink hair in what used to be a well put-together Mohawk and knows exactly who it is. Was? She’s still trying to work through the implications of vampirism and personality.
“Careful of gun,” Buffy rushes to say, just in case, because Slayer Healing or no Slayer Healing, her arm still hurts, particularly when she thinks about it. Fugo doesn’t even hesitate; he fires two shots into Simone’s wrists directly. He’s a little sloppy and she still flinches, just a little bit. Guns are still loud. Particularly for those with better hearing than your average human-shaped being. If she’s honest with herself, which she prefers to avoid, if she wasn’t in front of an enemy in a possibly-battle type situation she’d feel comfortable about losing it just a little, but not right now. Probably just a case of bad memories where guns are involved (it hadn’t bothered her when they were fighting earlier), but she doesn’t want to repeat the experience, or have anyone else dying on her watch. Again. Partly because people getting hurt is bad, partly because friends trying to destroy the world is never a recommended experience.
Simone struggles to raise her head and grins, bloody and mocking. She’s not getting up. She hadn’t even moved other than the obvious when Fugo’d shot, other than the obvious physics-based stuff. It’s honestly slightly oogy to think about, but she’s probably paralyzed from the neck down, for the moment anyway. The only reason she wouldn’t be getting up to fight them now is that she can’t. Breaking the spine kills most vampires, but Mask-Vamps are different. Even now, she might be healing. “You’re too late. Wolfram & Hart beat you to it. The mask is gone.”
Severin kneels down next to her, looking seconds away from shaking her like a rag doll. His left hand is in a fist, while his right clutches tightly onto the death laser jewel of doom. Both are shaking. “What the hell would they need the Mask for? They’ve already got demons to do their bidding, demons a lot tougher than even the toughest vampire.” Fugo’s got the gun ready, and Buffy’s trying to look as casual as she can with her new and very shiny toy.
“They’ve also got Stand Users, which is usually a little more predictable in result as long as you’re okay with a few casualties,” the gangster adds, quiet but menacing.
The Slaypire laughs derisively. It’s grating and does nothing to cover up the death rattle sound. “None of you did your homework, didja? I don’t know about the other two, but your keeper would be disappointed in you, Oh Great Leader of the Slayers.”
Severin makes an active effort to control his frustrated breathing, and Buffy pointedly makes a show of casually waving around the sword. By the way Simone doesn’t grin like she got something over on Buffy, she’s pretty sure the sword isn’t actually a trap, though of course she can’t be sure until some witch looks it over. Maybe when they have a down moment Severin can look over it. In fact, she looks a little scared, in the absolutely trying to keep her enemies from noticing way. So the sword probably actually is useful. Probably.
Still, she tries to make a quip that falls hollow anyway. “Sure, I’ll let you cheat off mine.” She coughs up more blood. Which…why would anyone leave her behind, alive? To try to deal with any who might follow? Because surely whoever it is would have to know that she’d heal. “It’s needed for the Ascension ritual for the ones that made the vampires. Who knows if it’ll actually work as intended, since the creator and Queen had a few different ideas about it, but I’m not going to chicken out.”
“You won’t get the chance.” Severin glances at Buffy, and yeah. She’ll think of questions later, upset that she didn’t think to ask but at the moment there isn’t anything else, and this needs to be dealt with. She nods, and he mutters again, light gathering at his palms and focusing through the jewel. Simone melts like the others, sneering ‘till the very end.
Fugo sounds like he’s cursing under his breath in Italian.
