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madimpossibledreamerSt. Giles Circus is a thing (close to the theatre in question) and Xander finds it hilarious and would like to nominate it for yet another title for the Scoobies.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: A pause to catch one's breath, reflect, and plan.
Word Count: 1334
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Also, Johan has the most energy, despite probably having been the most hurt, before healing was factored into play (though Darling’s still favoring her own arm, even if it had been healed). Perhaps he has a generally annoyingly perky personality, but Fitz personally suspects a combination of sugar, possibly yet more caffeine, and at least a little more sleep than the rest of them are operating on. Lucky bastard. Though the blond doesn’t envy him the crash that’s coming, sooner or later. He’s even tapping his foot annoyingly, but then, without some sort of outlet he might just float away, Panzermensch or no. “So, a delivery to a theatre. I’m going to go with he’s probably not living there. Could he be working there, maybe?”
Fitz finds himself embarrassed to say he has absolutely no clue of what Sarde did, other than work for the Speedwagon Foundation. From Mercia’s stories, he hadn’t always worked for them, but she never mentioned it, and it’s entirely possible she didn’t even know. Of course, it’s his bastard of a father’s fault, rather than his own, or his mother’s, but still, it’s awkward, to have someone else expecting him to know something about his father that he most certainly doesn’t and never would. “If he is, I would expect that to be a ploy, rather than any earnest effort on his part. I don’t even know what he’d want with a statue.”
“I’ll cover the obvious, just so we can say we talked about it: People buy statues, even from possibly homicidal Stand Users. It doesn’t have to be a thing. It’s probably a thing, but doesn’t have to be,” Robin adds.
“Coincidence doesn’t happen as much as I’d like,” Jojo agrees. “Like, it’d be cool if the stars aligning had nothing to do with thousand-year old eldritch prophecies, but I…huh.” He pauses. “I actually can’t think of a single time that a coincidence hasn’t turned out to be a plot we just don’t understand yet.”
“I worry about you.” Fitz hadn’t meant to say that aloud, even if the sarcastic tone was kind of on point, but by the way Johan grins and ducks his head, pleased and embarrassed, he hasn’t heard that nearly enough, particularly if it turned out that he had in no way been exaggerating anything about Sunnydale or the rest of his life.
Fitz forces down the reckless, burning rage that had led to his ill-planned rescue-slash-kidnap attempt in the first place and vows to spoil his friend a little. Or maybe complain less about things like Jojo’s eating manners—
Hmm. That jacket had been torn in the shoulder, and despite how he joked about it, the destruction was bothering him…Food for thought. Later. When he’s not liable to outright collapse in the middle of the store.
“What if he’s a patron?” Darling asks brightly, and—there’s a thought. “It’d be a great way to get access, right?”
Captain Beefheart is probably the second least exhausted of them, more tired from the use of her Stand than physical exertion. She had been using a glider, but if the ease she showed when they first met was any indication, that required little to no effort on her part. “If he’s as bad as you say, it could have been an excuse to keep an eye on the artist, and whoever received the statue as a gift. After all, he could have her bring it to life if the one who received the statue acted in a way he didn’t like. Even if Love couldn’t control it, the statues didn’t seem to be friendly, so it’d still be a useful threat.” They’d certainly attacked enough civilians, true.
“But there’s also something else. You think he has anything to do with Wolfram & Hart? Or the Shark Tank murder?” Fitz’s first instinct is to protest. That’s a ridiculous name, and anyway, it’s unlikely Robert died in the tank, considering his corpse wasn’t half eaten. His second is to agree immediately. After all, everything that went wrong in his life is his fault…
But despite his words, Johan’s actually serious. He’s thinking, putting in the effort. But then, that’s pretty typical, isn’t it? A shallow exterior hiding depths within, because for whatever reason Xander doesn’t like anyone seeing that. “I only know about what Mother told me about him, and even then, I believe she sanitized the stories, or rather, her mind did so. I don’t know much about him.”
Johan closes his eyes and opens them again. “Well, my Mom definitely didn’t trust him. And Jotaro thought of him as a ‘necessary evil’, since he allowed for the possibility of ‘death of personality’ing the worst of the worst, rather than killing them. Though he was kinda skeptical that it actually worked. Came to the same conclusion as the episode, actually.” Darling blinks and yawns, and he pats her arm. “It’s TV, never mind. Basically, he wasn’t sure how permanent it was, or how much it could actually change the possibility.”
“I suppose we could compare it to your mother,” Fitz suggests.
“Urgh, yeah, I might be able to access those memories, but…” And from the way he blanches, he’s thought of something worse. “There’s a step worse than walking in on your parents.”
Darling shudders, and Fitz frowns. He’d never bothered to ask. Oddly, it felt more private than most Stand powers, which is ridiculous, given their connection to the soul. “You…can control it, can’t you?”
“Pretender does it. I don’t exactly control him in the Colour and the Shape, but. I can ask.” He relaxes slightly as something else occurs to him. “It’s less likely, since I probably wouldn’t learn anything necessary from that. Thanks, Fitz.”
“Well, at least we know about the statue. We can follow that lead. We should definitely be prepared in case he tries to use Incognito.” Robin’s practical. Fitz can see why he’d been chosen as supply sergeant. “The Speedwagon Foundation said that the Stamping process takes a little while, so we should be able to interrupt it. We shouldn’t split up at all, just in case.”
The blond can’t hold back the yawn. “We can figure out a more concrete approach when I’m not struggling to string words together.”
Johan pats him on the arm and seemingly falls asleep there in the chair. At least he’s bundled in far too many blankets. Fitz staggers upright and makes it to one of the cots.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: A pause to catch one's breath, reflect, and plan.
Word Count: 1334
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Perhaps Johan has a point about the food, though Fitz will never admit it out loud. He hadn’t even realized how hungry he was until his friend shoved an energy bar into his hands. He might’ve refused to eat it, but feared (probably correctly, knowing Xander) that the next step was a forced feeding, which would just be humiliating, particularly with so many witnesses. One bite and he knew that despite the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach at the adrenaline crash, he did require food, though he measures his pace rather than scarfing it all down at Jojo’s pace so as not to make himself sick. They’re all snacking on junk food and fighting the urge to just slump over in their chairs. The Earl Grey’s helping, though it’s got a touch more cream than he prefers. Xander stirred a somewhat appalling number of sugar cubes and cream and started giggling a little punch-drunk at the face Fitz made. The thought occurs that he very possibly might be being cheeky, which is a thought he’ll examine later when he actually can think. He feels odd without his hat. Robin barely bats an eye at Johan’s ridiculous nickname of Hood as he insists that they, after they make a plan, get at least a couple hours rest before they just run off into the next possible Stand surprise. As annoying as it is to have to wait, Fitz sees the practicality of such measures. They will uncover nothing and no one if they’re too dead to investigate.
Also, Johan has the most energy, despite probably having been the most hurt, before healing was factored into play (though Darling’s still favoring her own arm, even if it had been healed). Perhaps he has a generally annoyingly perky personality, but Fitz personally suspects a combination of sugar, possibly yet more caffeine, and at least a little more sleep than the rest of them are operating on. Lucky bastard. Though the blond doesn’t envy him the crash that’s coming, sooner or later. He’s even tapping his foot annoyingly, but then, without some sort of outlet he might just float away, Panzermensch or no. “So, a delivery to a theatre. I’m going to go with he’s probably not living there. Could he be working there, maybe?”
Fitz finds himself embarrassed to say he has absolutely no clue of what Sarde did, other than work for the Speedwagon Foundation. From Mercia’s stories, he hadn’t always worked for them, but she never mentioned it, and it’s entirely possible she didn’t even know. Of course, it’s his bastard of a father’s fault, rather than his own, or his mother’s, but still, it’s awkward, to have someone else expecting him to know something about his father that he most certainly doesn’t and never would. “If he is, I would expect that to be a ploy, rather than any earnest effort on his part. I don’t even know what he’d want with a statue.”
“I’ll cover the obvious, just so we can say we talked about it: People buy statues, even from possibly homicidal Stand Users. It doesn’t have to be a thing. It’s probably a thing, but doesn’t have to be,” Robin adds.
“Coincidence doesn’t happen as much as I’d like,” Jojo agrees. “Like, it’d be cool if the stars aligning had nothing to do with thousand-year old eldritch prophecies, but I…huh.” He pauses. “I actually can’t think of a single time that a coincidence hasn’t turned out to be a plot we just don’t understand yet.”
“I worry about you.” Fitz hadn’t meant to say that aloud, even if the sarcastic tone was kind of on point, but by the way Johan grins and ducks his head, pleased and embarrassed, he hasn’t heard that nearly enough, particularly if it turned out that he had in no way been exaggerating anything about Sunnydale or the rest of his life.
Fitz forces down the reckless, burning rage that had led to his ill-planned rescue-slash-kidnap attempt in the first place and vows to spoil his friend a little. Or maybe complain less about things like Jojo’s eating manners—
Hmm. That jacket had been torn in the shoulder, and despite how he joked about it, the destruction was bothering him…Food for thought. Later. When he’s not liable to outright collapse in the middle of the store.
“What if he’s a patron?” Darling asks brightly, and—there’s a thought. “It’d be a great way to get access, right?”
Captain Beefheart is probably the second least exhausted of them, more tired from the use of her Stand than physical exertion. She had been using a glider, but if the ease she showed when they first met was any indication, that required little to no effort on her part. “If he’s as bad as you say, it could have been an excuse to keep an eye on the artist, and whoever received the statue as a gift. After all, he could have her bring it to life if the one who received the statue acted in a way he didn’t like. Even if Love couldn’t control it, the statues didn’t seem to be friendly, so it’d still be a useful threat.” They’d certainly attacked enough civilians, true.
“But there’s also something else. You think he has anything to do with Wolfram & Hart? Or the Shark Tank murder?” Fitz’s first instinct is to protest. That’s a ridiculous name, and anyway, it’s unlikely Robert died in the tank, considering his corpse wasn’t half eaten. His second is to agree immediately. After all, everything that went wrong in his life is his fault…
But despite his words, Johan’s actually serious. He’s thinking, putting in the effort. But then, that’s pretty typical, isn’t it? A shallow exterior hiding depths within, because for whatever reason Xander doesn’t like anyone seeing that. “I only know about what Mother told me about him, and even then, I believe she sanitized the stories, or rather, her mind did so. I don’t know much about him.”
Johan closes his eyes and opens them again. “Well, my Mom definitely didn’t trust him. And Jotaro thought of him as a ‘necessary evil’, since he allowed for the possibility of ‘death of personality’ing the worst of the worst, rather than killing them. Though he was kinda skeptical that it actually worked. Came to the same conclusion as the episode, actually.” Darling blinks and yawns, and he pats her arm. “It’s TV, never mind. Basically, he wasn’t sure how permanent it was, or how much it could actually change the possibility.”
“I suppose we could compare it to your mother,” Fitz suggests.
“Urgh, yeah, I might be able to access those memories, but…” And from the way he blanches, he’s thought of something worse. “There’s a step worse than walking in on your parents.”
Darling shudders, and Fitz frowns. He’d never bothered to ask. Oddly, it felt more private than most Stand powers, which is ridiculous, given their connection to the soul. “You…can control it, can’t you?”
“Pretender does it. I don’t exactly control him in the Colour and the Shape, but. I can ask.” He relaxes slightly as something else occurs to him. “It’s less likely, since I probably wouldn’t learn anything necessary from that. Thanks, Fitz.”
“Well, at least we know about the statue. We can follow that lead. We should definitely be prepared in case he tries to use Incognito.” Robin’s practical. Fitz can see why he’d been chosen as supply sergeant. “The Speedwagon Foundation said that the Stamping process takes a little while, so we should be able to interrupt it. We shouldn’t split up at all, just in case.”
The blond can’t hold back the yawn. “We can figure out a more concrete approach when I’m not struggling to string words together.”
Johan pats him on the arm and seemingly falls asleep there in the chair. At least he’s bundled in far too many blankets. Fitz staggers upright and makes it to one of the cots.
