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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Chapter 173
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The cavalry gets to talk about the fight with the Siphon.
Word Count: 1036
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Just another thing she’s not going to think about. That mental closet’s getting a little full, but she can keep going.
“H-he’s not just pretending, is he?” Shizuka asks, voice trembling. The adrenaline is getting to her, probably. It even happens to Buffy sometimes—rarely, but it does happen.
Officer Josuke sits back, wiping away sweat from his forehead. He looks agitated, frustrated with himself. But then, this hadn’t been the intended outcome, and he looks like she’d imagined police officers should look (well, aside from those clothes, seriously, where had his uniform gone?). Not just turning a blind eye to all the death and marking it as death by barbeque fork or claiming it’s all due to nonexistent gangs, but actually caring whether people, even people he doesn’t like, live or die.
“Well, that didn’t work,” Okuyasu shares the obvious, and Josuke growls and punches the ground. His hand comes back a little bruised, and for some reason he doesn’t try to use his own Stand on his hand. Maybe he’s a little too distracted at the moment.
“And here I thought I had no tact, Oji-chan.” Josephine responds, glaring, and apparently that’s enough to cow even an old friend of her father’s, because he backs up, quick. She runs across the room to hug her father. “I know you did your best, Dad.”
“Undoing it, whatever it was, was too much stress on his body. It killed him. Guess it wasn’t Enigma, because this change, whatever it was, was permanent.” He’s trying to sound professional, untouched by the death, but it’s so obviously a poor performance. “Great!” he hisses like it’s a curse, pulling a comb out and trying to calm his hair which had gone a bit spiky. His hand’s shaking.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, but sometimes it happens. The only thing left to do is follow up on what he said, assuming it’s not a trap or something.” Tiger-pants states, reasonable and still a little harsh. “Signora Summers, what did he mean by ‘Old One’?”
That one’s easy, given how much he’d talked about it, how focused he’d been on Wolfram & Hart (and the whole grudge thing might have been a lie, even if his former girlfriend hadn’t, so that might not even be relevant), how tunnel-vision he’d gotten at the end. “He told me at the beginning he wanted to team up because of an Ascension. I’m thinking he was lying about a lot of things, but not that one. Old Ones are ancient demons that used to rule the world, and if you do a certain ritual, you can become them. The two times we’ve known someone’s managed to stop it, the first time a volcano exploded, and the second time we exploded a school. So it’s definitely difficult to stop once it’s completed, but if we can interrupt the ritual in the first place, that’d be even better.” She sighs. “I never thought I’d say this, but I kind of actually miss the Mayor and his blabbery ways. Sure, we didn’t actually manage to stop him, but at least we knew where and when he was planning it. The only thing we know is who—a guy named Wesley Wyndam-Price, in charge of the Special Projects portion of Wolfram & Hart.”
“I knew I should’ve shot those lawyers a couple more times,” Tiger-pants mutters darkly, his bees exclaiming cheerfully in agreement.
Okay, if he’s going to be like that about it… “Guns don’t solve everything.” They’re barely a solution to begin with.
He easily re-holsters the gun, probably picking up on something in her voice. That still seems like an accident waiting to happen. “No, but they can solve a lot of problems, especially for a bodyguard in Passione.” His voice is way too cheerful for that.
He is making an effort, so she’ll do him the courtesy of ignoring that entirely. Gangsters. “The thing is, he shouldn’t have had to siphon everyone in sight to get enough strength to deal with it. There are other ways. Not many, and it takes planning and work, but you can manage.” His obsession continues to be weird.
“If he’s still living after the whole thing, Fugo could probably deal with it by himself,” Tiger-pants agrees with a slight shudder. “Oh, yeah, he says hi, by the way.”
Which is as good a transition as any. “Okay, the Invisible Woman I get, but how did all of you get here?”
“Josuke got a text, and then we nearly fought this guy before we figured out we weren’t enemies,” Okuyasu explains.
“Where we’re going, we don’t need roads,” Josephine intones, and—yep. Yep, she’s definitely Xander’s mom. Also, she’s not sure how it works, but even if it needed a couple uses of B3, they could probably have gotten here a lot faster than a plane flight, so…yeah, that makes sense.
“Giorno sent me. He trusted you, so I was only supposed to step in if you needed it, but he’s taken a shine to you,” Tiger-pants adds. “As soon as you ditched Fugo, I was ordered over. Fugo’s furious, by the way, which is pretty normal for him. I’m not sure if he’s ticked by the way he was treated or worried about you.”
“I figured that out when you mentioned Fugo,” Buffy responds, amused. It’s not like she hadn’t known who he’d worked for or anything. Fugo had made it pretty clear.
“Well, now that we’ve got one big party, let’s go crash an attorney’s, shall we?” Josephine asks with a grin.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The cavalry gets to talk about the fight with the Siphon.
Word Count: 1036
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Severin struggles to sit, and they tense, Josuke’s stand moving away smoothly just enough to keep a hand over Severin’s body to continue healing him without touching him. “Needed more power,” he croaks. “Old One,” he continues, dried blood still flecking his lips, and smiles, wide and real and fleeting, and whispers, “Thank you.” He falls back, limp and empty. The flickering flame of something she’d felt disappears instantly, like it’d been snuffed out. She closes her eyes. She’d dared to hope, briefly, but this is where she’d seen it going, assuming they didn’t lose completely. Something just so tragic and inevitable meant they’d end up here.
Just another thing she’s not going to think about. That mental closet’s getting a little full, but she can keep going.
“H-he’s not just pretending, is he?” Shizuka asks, voice trembling. The adrenaline is getting to her, probably. It even happens to Buffy sometimes—rarely, but it does happen.
Officer Josuke sits back, wiping away sweat from his forehead. He looks agitated, frustrated with himself. But then, this hadn’t been the intended outcome, and he looks like she’d imagined police officers should look (well, aside from those clothes, seriously, where had his uniform gone?). Not just turning a blind eye to all the death and marking it as death by barbeque fork or claiming it’s all due to nonexistent gangs, but actually caring whether people, even people he doesn’t like, live or die.
“Well, that didn’t work,” Okuyasu shares the obvious, and Josuke growls and punches the ground. His hand comes back a little bruised, and for some reason he doesn’t try to use his own Stand on his hand. Maybe he’s a little too distracted at the moment.
“And here I thought I had no tact, Oji-chan.” Josephine responds, glaring, and apparently that’s enough to cow even an old friend of her father’s, because he backs up, quick. She runs across the room to hug her father. “I know you did your best, Dad.”
“Undoing it, whatever it was, was too much stress on his body. It killed him. Guess it wasn’t Enigma, because this change, whatever it was, was permanent.” He’s trying to sound professional, untouched by the death, but it’s so obviously a poor performance. “Great!” he hisses like it’s a curse, pulling a comb out and trying to calm his hair which had gone a bit spiky. His hand’s shaking.
“Look, I’m sorry about that, but sometimes it happens. The only thing left to do is follow up on what he said, assuming it’s not a trap or something.” Tiger-pants states, reasonable and still a little harsh. “Signora Summers, what did he mean by ‘Old One’?”
That one’s easy, given how much he’d talked about it, how focused he’d been on Wolfram & Hart (and the whole grudge thing might have been a lie, even if his former girlfriend hadn’t, so that might not even be relevant), how tunnel-vision he’d gotten at the end. “He told me at the beginning he wanted to team up because of an Ascension. I’m thinking he was lying about a lot of things, but not that one. Old Ones are ancient demons that used to rule the world, and if you do a certain ritual, you can become them. The two times we’ve known someone’s managed to stop it, the first time a volcano exploded, and the second time we exploded a school. So it’s definitely difficult to stop once it’s completed, but if we can interrupt the ritual in the first place, that’d be even better.” She sighs. “I never thought I’d say this, but I kind of actually miss the Mayor and his blabbery ways. Sure, we didn’t actually manage to stop him, but at least we knew where and when he was planning it. The only thing we know is who—a guy named Wesley Wyndam-Price, in charge of the Special Projects portion of Wolfram & Hart.”
“I knew I should’ve shot those lawyers a couple more times,” Tiger-pants mutters darkly, his bees exclaiming cheerfully in agreement.
Okay, if he’s going to be like that about it… “Guns don’t solve everything.” They’re barely a solution to begin with.
He easily re-holsters the gun, probably picking up on something in her voice. That still seems like an accident waiting to happen. “No, but they can solve a lot of problems, especially for a bodyguard in Passione.” His voice is way too cheerful for that.
He is making an effort, so she’ll do him the courtesy of ignoring that entirely. Gangsters. “The thing is, he shouldn’t have had to siphon everyone in sight to get enough strength to deal with it. There are other ways. Not many, and it takes planning and work, but you can manage.” His obsession continues to be weird.
“If he’s still living after the whole thing, Fugo could probably deal with it by himself,” Tiger-pants agrees with a slight shudder. “Oh, yeah, he says hi, by the way.”
Which is as good a transition as any. “Okay, the Invisible Woman I get, but how did all of you get here?”
“Josuke got a text, and then we nearly fought this guy before we figured out we weren’t enemies,” Okuyasu explains.
“Where we’re going, we don’t need roads,” Josephine intones, and—yep. Yep, she’s definitely Xander’s mom. Also, she’s not sure how it works, but even if it needed a couple uses of B3, they could probably have gotten here a lot faster than a plane flight, so…yeah, that makes sense.
“Giorno sent me. He trusted you, so I was only supposed to step in if you needed it, but he’s taken a shine to you,” Tiger-pants adds. “As soon as you ditched Fugo, I was ordered over. Fugo’s furious, by the way, which is pretty normal for him. I’m not sure if he’s ticked by the way he was treated or worried about you.”
“I figured that out when you mentioned Fugo,” Buffy responds, amused. It’s not like she hadn’t known who he’d worked for or anything. Fugo had made it pretty clear.
“Well, now that we’ve got one big party, let’s go crash an attorney’s, shall we?” Josephine asks with a grin.