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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo have to deal with the new threat.
Word Count: 1261
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The uncomfortable thought is that Giorno probably has killed people, in cold blood even, and while she’s sure he only acted as he thought he had to, that doesn’t mean that he’s necessarily right. There could have been alternatives. She doesn’t know. Of course, that probably also means that she doesn’t have the right to be all judgey about it. The world of the mafia is probably a kill-or-be-killed world, and even if they’d had mercy, that doesn’t mean their Big Bads would’ve extended them the same courtesy, or whatever. She’ll do them the courtesy of just kind of ignoring it, minus the fact that she probably has to tell Dawnie the half-vampire relative of Xander she’s currently crushing on is probably a killer, and not in the Slayer kind of way.
That doesn’t mean, in any way, that she wishes ill on them. Either of them. And if someone is causing that, well, she’s gotta do something. Heroes have a complex, after all. (Heroine? Except the pronunciation is still super wiggy, and she’s getting sidetracked again.)
She’s not sure how long normal humans can take being electrocuted, but she knows, vaguely, that even the shocking machines to restart the heart aren’t even supposed to be left on for too long. Sure, Stand-Ghost Humans are a bit less squishy than your average human variety, but they’re usually not, still, on her level. Not directly. It’s their Stands that can be armored tanks or statues or whatever. She can’t directly remember anyone that tried to kill her with electrocution (well, no, that’s not true, she has vague memories of the school showers and a hair dryer meant for her, but that could totally have been a dream)….point is, she hasn’t actually experienced that. She doesn’t think. But it would still hurt.
Nonconductive. She doesn’t fully remember now, but…
Sorry, tree. “Distract her!” she yells at Severin. Both of them look ridiculous, like they’re in some sort of wacky public performance, but fights for your life don’t always look as serious as they actually are. She crouches as much as she can manage standing on one foot, then propels herself to what looks like a safe spot next to a tree, awesome new sword already slicing a path through the air.
“Easy for you to say, particularly when she’s standing right there to hear your plans, Sun Tzu…” Severin growls loudly, and okay, yes, her plan is more of an outline and has a few flaws, but she’s working on a deadline set by Mrs. Jackson, here. Brr, essays.
He’s found a few knives from somewhere (maybe when they were searching the Ominous Corridor of Doom and Disappointment, she hadn’t been paying attention at that point) and is throwing them. His accuracy actually seems decent, considering she hears a whoosh of breath following a thud and comes to the conclusion that he’d managed to hit. The giant creepy sound of cutting shears frenzily cutting from the alleyway is kinda ominous, but she doesn’t have time to do more than up her attention to her general Slayer danger senses, since she kind of has to concentrate. Even if she manages to make this look easy, it is not in any way, shape or form, and she really didn’t think she’d be able to put ‘danced through a minefield’ on her resume, any time soon or really ever.
Fortunately, the landing part of the plan goes off without a hitch. Also the “cutting through the branch” part of the plan, which is as smooth as butter. She likes this sword. She’s keeping it, no matter what the world thinks. She turns easily, catching the branch in her hand (she’s dual-wielding now!) and starts off on her chosen path. It’s annoyingly longer than she’d like, because the stupid little pieces of paper are closer together, not even giving her a window to jump in places, on the side facing her, and rescues are only of use when the rescuer doesn’t die in the attempt before they even get to the rescuee (or, Exhibit B of Badness, get their leg blown off before they even get there).
Blown off seems more likely, given that she very nearly misses one of the landings and has to poke one of the land-mines before her foot would hit it. It’s not a huge explosion, in that it wouldn’t vaporize her instantly, but it’s nothing to sneeze at either.
The next part is tricky, given that she’s missing half of her new stick friend. Plus, it’s just generally hard, but Buffy will do what she can. She hopes, desperately, that what she’s remembering is right and that wood is actually not conductive compared to, say, a shiny cool new sword that would work in other situations but not this one. The rest is a matter of timing and strength. Mostly.
Also, Fugo not being actually dead at this point, and at least not hindering her too much. Do people still twitch around for a while after being hit with electricity? Movies say yes, but as she pointed out to a panicking Xander, movie logic is not always real world logic.
Well, she’ll find out in a second, because every second she delays is more damage to Fugo’s heart or brain or something. Sword is going in the duffel bag hanging at her back and as tightly secured as she can make it because she really, really doesn’t want to drop her new accessory for several reasons, including but not limited to how nice it feels to fight with it and the face Giles will make when she brings it back and asks if she can keep it.
The wooden stick arcs in a baseball swing and knocks Fugo flying. There’s a brief jolt, so either she was wrong about the wood or—maybe something about freshly cut wood? But on the other hand it didn’t start burning, which is only of the good, because now that she’s gotten to that point she realizes she hadn’t even considered that maybe happening. At the same time, she jumps. Fugo’s really lucky she’s a Slayer, because she barely manages to catch him midair, keep a hold on him through the residual twitching, and land in a clean space devoid of any lurking paper. She doesn’t glance at the explosion behind them, merely sending a silent prayer on behalf of the valiant sacrifice of cut branch; she hardly knew thee. Fugo’s movements have become purposeful, if feeble. He’s glare-pouting and pulling a little on her shirt. As if he’s in any state to fight.
“Look, you’ve still got your gun, right? Only pull the trigger when you’ve got better aim than a Stormtrooper. You’re in no state now.” Spend too long around the nerds and you’re infected for life.
She turns to see that both Severin and Evil Lawyer Lady have paused their struggle for a moment to stare at her, jaws wide and eyes confused.
“What the hell?” Severin breathes.
“Do I have to kill you to get you to stop stealing my lines?” Evil Lawyer Lady responds, and they start moving again.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy, Severin, and Fugo have to deal with the new threat.
Word Count: 1261
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It hurts, listening to Fugo scream. Okay, sure, so she’d only just met him, and barely knows him. He’s a hardened criminal and admitted he’d already killed people. Doesn’t feel bad about it, even. He’s a blond ticking time bomb when he’s not being awkward and cagey and freakishly intelligent (seriously, that bookishness would mean he could carry on a conversation with Giles, Willow, and Andrew in full research mode, yikes).
The uncomfortable thought is that Giorno probably has killed people, in cold blood even, and while she’s sure he only acted as he thought he had to, that doesn’t mean that he’s necessarily right. There could have been alternatives. She doesn’t know. Of course, that probably also means that she doesn’t have the right to be all judgey about it. The world of the mafia is probably a kill-or-be-killed world, and even if they’d had mercy, that doesn’t mean their Big Bads would’ve extended them the same courtesy, or whatever. She’ll do them the courtesy of just kind of ignoring it, minus the fact that she probably has to tell Dawnie the half-vampire relative of Xander she’s currently crushing on is probably a killer, and not in the Slayer kind of way.
That doesn’t mean, in any way, that she wishes ill on them. Either of them. And if someone is causing that, well, she’s gotta do something. Heroes have a complex, after all. (Heroine? Except the pronunciation is still super wiggy, and she’s getting sidetracked again.)
She’s not sure how long normal humans can take being electrocuted, but she knows, vaguely, that even the shocking machines to restart the heart aren’t even supposed to be left on for too long. Sure, Stand-Ghost Humans are a bit less squishy than your average human variety, but they’re usually not, still, on her level. Not directly. It’s their Stands that can be armored tanks or statues or whatever. She can’t directly remember anyone that tried to kill her with electrocution (well, no, that’s not true, she has vague memories of the school showers and a hair dryer meant for her, but that could totally have been a dream)….point is, she hasn’t actually experienced that. She doesn’t think. But it would still hurt.
Nonconductive. She doesn’t fully remember now, but…
Sorry, tree. “Distract her!” she yells at Severin. Both of them look ridiculous, like they’re in some sort of wacky public performance, but fights for your life don’t always look as serious as they actually are. She crouches as much as she can manage standing on one foot, then propels herself to what looks like a safe spot next to a tree, awesome new sword already slicing a path through the air.
“Easy for you to say, particularly when she’s standing right there to hear your plans, Sun Tzu…” Severin growls loudly, and okay, yes, her plan is more of an outline and has a few flaws, but she’s working on a deadline set by Mrs. Jackson, here. Brr, essays.
He’s found a few knives from somewhere (maybe when they were searching the Ominous Corridor of Doom and Disappointment, she hadn’t been paying attention at that point) and is throwing them. His accuracy actually seems decent, considering she hears a whoosh of breath following a thud and comes to the conclusion that he’d managed to hit. The giant creepy sound of cutting shears frenzily cutting from the alleyway is kinda ominous, but she doesn’t have time to do more than up her attention to her general Slayer danger senses, since she kind of has to concentrate. Even if she manages to make this look easy, it is not in any way, shape or form, and she really didn’t think she’d be able to put ‘danced through a minefield’ on her resume, any time soon or really ever.
Fortunately, the landing part of the plan goes off without a hitch. Also the “cutting through the branch” part of the plan, which is as smooth as butter. She likes this sword. She’s keeping it, no matter what the world thinks. She turns easily, catching the branch in her hand (she’s dual-wielding now!) and starts off on her chosen path. It’s annoyingly longer than she’d like, because the stupid little pieces of paper are closer together, not even giving her a window to jump in places, on the side facing her, and rescues are only of use when the rescuer doesn’t die in the attempt before they even get to the rescuee (or, Exhibit B of Badness, get their leg blown off before they even get there).
Blown off seems more likely, given that she very nearly misses one of the landings and has to poke one of the land-mines before her foot would hit it. It’s not a huge explosion, in that it wouldn’t vaporize her instantly, but it’s nothing to sneeze at either.
The next part is tricky, given that she’s missing half of her new stick friend. Plus, it’s just generally hard, but Buffy will do what she can. She hopes, desperately, that what she’s remembering is right and that wood is actually not conductive compared to, say, a shiny cool new sword that would work in other situations but not this one. The rest is a matter of timing and strength. Mostly.
Also, Fugo not being actually dead at this point, and at least not hindering her too much. Do people still twitch around for a while after being hit with electricity? Movies say yes, but as she pointed out to a panicking Xander, movie logic is not always real world logic.
Well, she’ll find out in a second, because every second she delays is more damage to Fugo’s heart or brain or something. Sword is going in the duffel bag hanging at her back and as tightly secured as she can make it because she really, really doesn’t want to drop her new accessory for several reasons, including but not limited to how nice it feels to fight with it and the face Giles will make when she brings it back and asks if she can keep it.
The wooden stick arcs in a baseball swing and knocks Fugo flying. There’s a brief jolt, so either she was wrong about the wood or—maybe something about freshly cut wood? But on the other hand it didn’t start burning, which is only of the good, because now that she’s gotten to that point she realizes she hadn’t even considered that maybe happening. At the same time, she jumps. Fugo’s really lucky she’s a Slayer, because she barely manages to catch him midair, keep a hold on him through the residual twitching, and land in a clean space devoid of any lurking paper. She doesn’t glance at the explosion behind them, merely sending a silent prayer on behalf of the valiant sacrifice of cut branch; she hardly knew thee. Fugo’s movements have become purposeful, if feeble. He’s glare-pouting and pulling a little on her shirt. As if he’s in any state to fight.
“Look, you’ve still got your gun, right? Only pull the trigger when you’ve got better aim than a Stormtrooper. You’re in no state now.” Spend too long around the nerds and you’re infected for life.
She turns to see that both Severin and Evil Lawyer Lady have paused their struggle for a moment to stare at her, jaws wide and eyes confused.
“What the hell?” Severin breathes.
“Do I have to kill you to get you to stop stealing my lines?” Evil Lawyer Lady responds, and they start moving again.
