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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz, Johan, and Darling try to enjoy the play...
Word Count: 1067
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It seems a little backwards that they’re enjoying it and he’s not, but he needs to drop these assumptions he’s built up to defend himself, to pretend he’s the cultured one and better than others that visited the bookstore. Johan might even turn out to be open to watching operas and enjoy them. He might even understand what’s going on, if he’s got knowledge of the languages the Joestar Family spoke. Fitz definitely sees the merits of the script, and the actors and actresses are talented, but he keeps seeing movement out of the corner of his eyes that he shouldn’t be seeing. Movement like that during a production could be an annoying restless audience member, but most of the other playgoers are behaving themselves.
Embarrassingly, Fitz realizes he’s the annoying restless audience member, this time. The adrenaline from the possibility of the confrontation with his father isn’t filling him with power and determination. It’s actually making him jumpy. And there’s something else going on. It’s very possibly a Stand, but it’s not Incognito. Incognito is fast, true, according to the Stand Files, but not this fast. He can’t even catch a glimpse of what’s moving directly, just out of the corner of his eyes. Either it’s moving fast enough he can’t see it, or—
Or there’s more than one. He swallows.
And Jojo puts his hand on Fitz’s arm. He looks concerned—and yeah, he’s being a problem. Because he has to calm down, too, like he’s in a thriller novel. He’s acting too suspicious and might be drawing attention from the wrong parties, if he acts too obvious.
Fitz manages a smile and focuses on his breathing. He’s read a few books on how to deal with anxiety, which he supposes is apt enough, but no matter how many thrillers or spy novels he’s read, it’s not exactly a how-to book. He needs to relax, but keep on alert, however oppositional the two statements seem and feel.
Apparently, he’s erred a little too much on the calm side, because he reacts just an instant too late. Johan is the one who grabs them both and pulls them to the ground between the seats just in time. He’d seen the dark shape out of the corner of his eye charge, but hadn’t been able to react before it reached and flew past them. It’s not his imagination, though. He can feel the rush of air as it passes over their heads. Darling gasps, but he’s not surprised, just a little too slow. And one of the other playgoers screams. Their seatmate looks like they’re trying to comprehend what just happened—so they’re not the only ones who noticed the Stand, or at least the effects of the Stand.
“You see it too? Is that a Stand?” the blond asks as quietly as he can manage, and Jojo nods, coolly grim, just as the rest of the audience begins to panic around them.
“I’d bet it’s one of the Stands from the missing pages. I’ve been looking for that shadow you described, trying to see it clearly, but even turning your eyes to try to see it doesn’t work. It just vanishes, like it was a trick of the imagination. But I knew you weren’t imagining things. I’ve been working on my Ripple-fu, and the rest of the audience might be trying to convince itself that there’s nothing there, doing better at pretending they’re calm than you were, but their breathing was anxious. Natural enough, I guess, if you’re being stalked by something you can’t see.” He’d been cracking jokes about taking flying an airplane with no experience and had been more worried about Fitz’s feelings than crashing, and yet he seems to be taking this seriously, which doesn’t help the blond’s worry.
“What are you saying, Jojo?” His voice gets harsher than he means it to from the stress of the situation. Fortunately, Johan seems to understand, as he doesn’t look offended.
“I don’t know if it feeds on fear or it’s just using it as a weapon, but this Stand can’t be seen if you look at it directly. You have to keep it in the corner of your eye and watch for its movements.” He has to struggle to be heard above the screams, and Fitz manages to make out one hysterical voice among the crowd.
“He’s dead! He’s dead! My friend’s dead!” And just as easy as that, the man slumps over, too, voice snuffed out. He’s too far toward the center of the blond’s vision for him to see whether the man died of fear, heart theatrically stopping in his chest, or whether one of the shadows got him.
“It didn’t kill our seatmate,” Darling struggles to be heard, and there’s fear in her voice, but the determined look on her face says she’s not going to run from a fight anymore. Good. They need all the help they can get. And he’d wondered the same, but hadn’t seen enough to be sure.
“Some people they kill on contact, some they don’t. What’s the difference? That’s probably the difference between safety and death.” Well, he is taking this a little more seriously, but he’s still a goose.
Fitz rolls his eyes, taking reassurance in the familiarity where he can. “You need not state the obvious, Jojo.”
Johan’s reassuring grin helps shine a little hope on the situation. “You’re welcome, Lt. Sarcasm.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Fitz, Johan, and Darling try to enjoy the play...
Word Count: 1067
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Jojo’s definitely enjoying the play, and even Darling seems to have settled entirely. The other playgoers, fortunately, seem to be ignoring their clothes, though it could either have to do with the assumption that they had also been attacked by statues (one could hardly conceal that, though perhaps one might explain it away) or a belief that the clothes had been bought with artfully placed holes. Certainly Darling’s ripped jeans look purposeful, though he supposes it has more to do with her situation that made it easier to stay away from her foster home and steal to provide for herself than it does anything she might have bought. Fitz briefly wonders whether that has anything to do with the threat of police before discarding that thought as uncharitable. Really, he ought to be better about such things. None of them get along with the police, and as criminal activity goes, a mere thief is certainly better than assault, among other sins.
It seems a little backwards that they’re enjoying it and he’s not, but he needs to drop these assumptions he’s built up to defend himself, to pretend he’s the cultured one and better than others that visited the bookstore. Johan might even turn out to be open to watching operas and enjoy them. He might even understand what’s going on, if he’s got knowledge of the languages the Joestar Family spoke. Fitz definitely sees the merits of the script, and the actors and actresses are talented, but he keeps seeing movement out of the corner of his eyes that he shouldn’t be seeing. Movement like that during a production could be an annoying restless audience member, but most of the other playgoers are behaving themselves.
Embarrassingly, Fitz realizes he’s the annoying restless audience member, this time. The adrenaline from the possibility of the confrontation with his father isn’t filling him with power and determination. It’s actually making him jumpy. And there’s something else going on. It’s very possibly a Stand, but it’s not Incognito. Incognito is fast, true, according to the Stand Files, but not this fast. He can’t even catch a glimpse of what’s moving directly, just out of the corner of his eyes. Either it’s moving fast enough he can’t see it, or—
Or there’s more than one. He swallows.
And Jojo puts his hand on Fitz’s arm. He looks concerned—and yeah, he’s being a problem. Because he has to calm down, too, like he’s in a thriller novel. He’s acting too suspicious and might be drawing attention from the wrong parties, if he acts too obvious.
Fitz manages a smile and focuses on his breathing. He’s read a few books on how to deal with anxiety, which he supposes is apt enough, but no matter how many thrillers or spy novels he’s read, it’s not exactly a how-to book. He needs to relax, but keep on alert, however oppositional the two statements seem and feel.
Apparently, he’s erred a little too much on the calm side, because he reacts just an instant too late. Johan is the one who grabs them both and pulls them to the ground between the seats just in time. He’d seen the dark shape out of the corner of his eye charge, but hadn’t been able to react before it reached and flew past them. It’s not his imagination, though. He can feel the rush of air as it passes over their heads. Darling gasps, but he’s not surprised, just a little too slow. And one of the other playgoers screams. Their seatmate looks like they’re trying to comprehend what just happened—so they’re not the only ones who noticed the Stand, or at least the effects of the Stand.
“You see it too? Is that a Stand?” the blond asks as quietly as he can manage, and Jojo nods, coolly grim, just as the rest of the audience begins to panic around them.
“I’d bet it’s one of the Stands from the missing pages. I’ve been looking for that shadow you described, trying to see it clearly, but even turning your eyes to try to see it doesn’t work. It just vanishes, like it was a trick of the imagination. But I knew you weren’t imagining things. I’ve been working on my Ripple-fu, and the rest of the audience might be trying to convince itself that there’s nothing there, doing better at pretending they’re calm than you were, but their breathing was anxious. Natural enough, I guess, if you’re being stalked by something you can’t see.” He’d been cracking jokes about taking flying an airplane with no experience and had been more worried about Fitz’s feelings than crashing, and yet he seems to be taking this seriously, which doesn’t help the blond’s worry.
“What are you saying, Jojo?” His voice gets harsher than he means it to from the stress of the situation. Fortunately, Johan seems to understand, as he doesn’t look offended.
“I don’t know if it feeds on fear or it’s just using it as a weapon, but this Stand can’t be seen if you look at it directly. You have to keep it in the corner of your eye and watch for its movements.” He has to struggle to be heard above the screams, and Fitz manages to make out one hysterical voice among the crowd.
“He’s dead! He’s dead! My friend’s dead!” And just as easy as that, the man slumps over, too, voice snuffed out. He’s too far toward the center of the blond’s vision for him to see whether the man died of fear, heart theatrically stopping in his chest, or whether one of the shadows got him.
“It didn’t kill our seatmate,” Darling struggles to be heard, and there’s fear in her voice, but the determined look on her face says she’s not going to run from a fight anymore. Good. They need all the help they can get. And he’d wondered the same, but hadn’t seen enough to be sure.
“Some people they kill on contact, some they don’t. What’s the difference? That’s probably the difference between safety and death.” Well, he is taking this a little more seriously, but he’s still a goose.
Fitz rolls his eyes, taking reassurance in the familiarity where he can. “You need not state the obvious, Jojo.”
Johan’s reassuring grin helps shine a little hope on the situation. “You’re welcome, Lt. Sarcasm.”
