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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo keep exploring the island's tunnels.
Word Count: 1242
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence aftermath)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
She glances up at Fugo. “Where would they be going?”
Severin snorts. “Like he’d know. He didn’t even see them.” Montreux seems restless again, fingers moving to music apparently only he hears. There’s a bit of Faith, too—he’s apparently high on the death of a vampire, and while it’s understandable it’s also destructive and unnerving because Buffy’s seen exactly where that goes. It’s nowhere of the good.
She sees the murder enter the gangster’s eyes even as his hand clenches and quickly moves to correct him. She knows how guys get when they’re being stupid, and good guys don’t win by fighting each other or playing the blame game. “Of course not. He would’ve stopped them if he had.” The look on Fugo’s face is mostly shocked, but he settles down just a little. “But he knows the country—and the local office—best. We don’t even know where it is.”
Fighting a couple on the street doesn’t exactly make them experts, particularly when none of them were interested in the epic role of being an interrogee.
“Mista’s been itching to shoot them since they humiliated him. I would’ve been better in court, but I wasn’t there. I hear he saved a tourist and then, a couple months later with actual permission,” he looks vaguely irritated at that point—she can’t tell if he thinks this Mista was wasting Giorno’s time or if he was mad the man didn’t ask for an okay in the first place, “…he took down a couple of the local offices—with Sheila E’s help. There are a few minor ones, and we don’t have a big presence in Toscana, other than that figlio di puttana Capperi so we haven’t dealt with this one yet.” He dissolves into further muttering that is probably not complimentary.
“I’m sure he’s a truly awful person, but where is it?” she prods gently, and he glares a little but gets back on subject.
“I can take you there,” the gangster explains, quickly moving toward the rest of the room, “…but we should make sure we’re not missing anything. I don’t want to let any pests behind.”
“We’d make a pretty interesting extermination company,” Severin agrees, reasonable and apologetic again—though Buffy can’t be sure the bloodlust is gone. “Disinfestazione something-or-other.” He stands, wiping dust onto his already dusty pants. “I’m…sorry; I shouldn’t have disrespected your abilities like that. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
The gangster looks briefly taken aback before nodding. “I accept and realize it’s hard to do. Don’t repeat it.”
“Easy enough,” Severin agrees.
They run across a few other merely-severely-damaged and already healing vamps. One of them actually sticks their fingers into Fugo’s arm opposite the elbow, somehow without actually breaking skin, undeterred by the bullets Fugo calmly unloads into its skull. It’s too close for Buffy to use her new best friend (she’ll have to come up with a good name for it), so it’s Severin’s crystal laser to the rescue. It also turns out that, unlike with most weapons, this new sword works pretty well, cutting through the neck as smooth as butter. Of course, even that doesn’t fully kill the things, but it deals with them long enough for Montreux’s light spell or the bulky, annoying but useful UV lamp Fugo continues to lug around to do the rest. A few rooms either open up in the corridor, or are those bulky metal doors that Buffy would’ve appreciated when she was young because she wouldn’t have accidentally broken these when she was still getting used to Slayer strength. There are a couple of papers that from a quick glance suggest they contacted a rogue group of W&H cronies (probably of the mistaken opinion that rogues would be more sympathetic to their cause) whose leader is undisclosed (at least they were kinda smart there) to try to negotiate an alliance against Passione. It had obviously backfired against them. She grabs them and stuffs them in a duffel bag just lying in one of the rooms. She’ll need something to put the sword in, anyway.
A couple of the Mask-Vamps look like they’ve been attacked with a buzzsaw, which is just overkill. Okay, yeah, she’s had fantasies about using a saw on vamps, and then comes to her senses because the demon with them would attack, blood or ichory goo would get everywhere and be impossible to clean, and she agrees, yeah, okay, the old standbys are fine after all. Though the angle is weird…
“Did you forget how to attack vampires?” Severin asks, disintegrating the vampire before her eyes, and she tries not to growl in response because, well, one, she’d come off as weird and creepy that way, and two, she’s not sure he wouldn’t attack her in his trigger happy state, thinking she’d been turned, or whatever. Never mind it took a bit longer than that, for the newly turned to wake up if nothing else. It feels like another ‘hurr hurr you dated a demon’ dig.
“Puh-lease, this isn’t actually a fight.” On occasion they’ve tried to fight back but it’s nothing like the giant flying manta ray thing. “Just trying to see if we can figure out anything about our next fight before we get there.”
“Looks like a laser on this one—not like yours, though, Signor Luce. Don Giovanna told me Signorina Summers’ name, but I wasn’t given yours,” Fugo adds from a little ways down the corridor. It’s a slight scolding for not introducing themselves. He’s posing seemingly subconsciously as he waits for the light to slowly cook another one. “It’s likely that Wolfram & Hart has created Stand Users with that damned Arrow.”
“Apparently they’re also recruiting other Stand Users,” Buffy responds, at the same time as Severin introduces himself. “Signor Montreux. I see. Are they poaching Passione members?” They’re both temperamental. The thought of betraying Giorno seems to really bother him, and violence is just lurking below the surface.
“Not…as far as I know?” Though she hadn’t really heard anything to counteract that claim either, and if that was how it happened, it would easily explain how Giorno had learned of all that in the first place. “All I know is that the test to join involves killing his cousin or one of his friends. I’m one of his friends.”
That gets most of Fugo’s interest, though he shoots the Mask-Vamp in the face as she tries to rush him. Buffy tries, again, not to react. “I…I’m curious and really want to ask, but since the Don didn’t mention it I’m not going to push.”
“Oh, if you wait long enough it’ll probably come out. That’s how things work in my experience,” Severin responds cheerfully, as Buffy finds the end of the corridor and a ladder.
“I’m going to see where this goes,” she calls behind her and climbs up. The funny thing is, on this side, it looks like a manhole cover. She pushes it up, and—yeah, this doesn’t look like an island, anymore. It looks like a mainland. Which means the tunnel probably went under the water. “Convenient.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo keep exploring the island's tunnels.
Word Count: 1242
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence aftermath)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The next step, obviously, is to stop them. But finding baddies hiding out in Sunnydale is so much easier than chasing villains across the globe. The entirety of the world is just a little bit bigger of a hiding place. Particularly when they’re not kind enough to just hang out in the graveyard like everyone else.
She glances up at Fugo. “Where would they be going?”
Severin snorts. “Like he’d know. He didn’t even see them.” Montreux seems restless again, fingers moving to music apparently only he hears. There’s a bit of Faith, too—he’s apparently high on the death of a vampire, and while it’s understandable it’s also destructive and unnerving because Buffy’s seen exactly where that goes. It’s nowhere of the good.
She sees the murder enter the gangster’s eyes even as his hand clenches and quickly moves to correct him. She knows how guys get when they’re being stupid, and good guys don’t win by fighting each other or playing the blame game. “Of course not. He would’ve stopped them if he had.” The look on Fugo’s face is mostly shocked, but he settles down just a little. “But he knows the country—and the local office—best. We don’t even know where it is.”
Fighting a couple on the street doesn’t exactly make them experts, particularly when none of them were interested in the epic role of being an interrogee.
“Mista’s been itching to shoot them since they humiliated him. I would’ve been better in court, but I wasn’t there. I hear he saved a tourist and then, a couple months later with actual permission,” he looks vaguely irritated at that point—she can’t tell if he thinks this Mista was wasting Giorno’s time or if he was mad the man didn’t ask for an okay in the first place, “…he took down a couple of the local offices—with Sheila E’s help. There are a few minor ones, and we don’t have a big presence in Toscana, other than that figlio di puttana Capperi so we haven’t dealt with this one yet.” He dissolves into further muttering that is probably not complimentary.
“I’m sure he’s a truly awful person, but where is it?” she prods gently, and he glares a little but gets back on subject.
“I can take you there,” the gangster explains, quickly moving toward the rest of the room, “…but we should make sure we’re not missing anything. I don’t want to let any pests behind.”
“We’d make a pretty interesting extermination company,” Severin agrees, reasonable and apologetic again—though Buffy can’t be sure the bloodlust is gone. “Disinfestazione something-or-other.” He stands, wiping dust onto his already dusty pants. “I’m…sorry; I shouldn’t have disrespected your abilities like that. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
The gangster looks briefly taken aback before nodding. “I accept and realize it’s hard to do. Don’t repeat it.”
“Easy enough,” Severin agrees.
They run across a few other merely-severely-damaged and already healing vamps. One of them actually sticks their fingers into Fugo’s arm opposite the elbow, somehow without actually breaking skin, undeterred by the bullets Fugo calmly unloads into its skull. It’s too close for Buffy to use her new best friend (she’ll have to come up with a good name for it), so it’s Severin’s crystal laser to the rescue. It also turns out that, unlike with most weapons, this new sword works pretty well, cutting through the neck as smooth as butter. Of course, even that doesn’t fully kill the things, but it deals with them long enough for Montreux’s light spell or the bulky, annoying but useful UV lamp Fugo continues to lug around to do the rest. A few rooms either open up in the corridor, or are those bulky metal doors that Buffy would’ve appreciated when she was young because she wouldn’t have accidentally broken these when she was still getting used to Slayer strength. There are a couple of papers that from a quick glance suggest they contacted a rogue group of W&H cronies (probably of the mistaken opinion that rogues would be more sympathetic to their cause) whose leader is undisclosed (at least they were kinda smart there) to try to negotiate an alliance against Passione. It had obviously backfired against them. She grabs them and stuffs them in a duffel bag just lying in one of the rooms. She’ll need something to put the sword in, anyway.
A couple of the Mask-Vamps look like they’ve been attacked with a buzzsaw, which is just overkill. Okay, yeah, she’s had fantasies about using a saw on vamps, and then comes to her senses because the demon with them would attack, blood or ichory goo would get everywhere and be impossible to clean, and she agrees, yeah, okay, the old standbys are fine after all. Though the angle is weird…
“Did you forget how to attack vampires?” Severin asks, disintegrating the vampire before her eyes, and she tries not to growl in response because, well, one, she’d come off as weird and creepy that way, and two, she’s not sure he wouldn’t attack her in his trigger happy state, thinking she’d been turned, or whatever. Never mind it took a bit longer than that, for the newly turned to wake up if nothing else. It feels like another ‘hurr hurr you dated a demon’ dig.
“Puh-lease, this isn’t actually a fight.” On occasion they’ve tried to fight back but it’s nothing like the giant flying manta ray thing. “Just trying to see if we can figure out anything about our next fight before we get there.”
“Looks like a laser on this one—not like yours, though, Signor Luce. Don Giovanna told me Signorina Summers’ name, but I wasn’t given yours,” Fugo adds from a little ways down the corridor. It’s a slight scolding for not introducing themselves. He’s posing seemingly subconsciously as he waits for the light to slowly cook another one. “It’s likely that Wolfram & Hart has created Stand Users with that damned Arrow.”
“Apparently they’re also recruiting other Stand Users,” Buffy responds, at the same time as Severin introduces himself. “Signor Montreux. I see. Are they poaching Passione members?” They’re both temperamental. The thought of betraying Giorno seems to really bother him, and violence is just lurking below the surface.
“Not…as far as I know?” Though she hadn’t really heard anything to counteract that claim either, and if that was how it happened, it would easily explain how Giorno had learned of all that in the first place. “All I know is that the test to join involves killing his cousin or one of his friends. I’m one of his friends.”
That gets most of Fugo’s interest, though he shoots the Mask-Vamp in the face as she tries to rush him. Buffy tries, again, not to react. “I…I’m curious and really want to ask, but since the Don didn’t mention it I’m not going to push.”
“Oh, if you wait long enough it’ll probably come out. That’s how things work in my experience,” Severin responds cheerfully, as Buffy finds the end of the corridor and a ladder.
“I’m going to see where this goes,” she calls behind her and climbs up. The funny thing is, on this side, it looks like a manhole cover. She pushes it up, and—yeah, this doesn’t look like an island, anymore. It looks like a mainland. Which means the tunnel probably went under the water. “Convenient.”
