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If he’d been there, Xander would’ve made a Princess Bride connection.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling and Pixie enjoy a tea party.
Word Count: 1068
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“It’s all right. I should have sent the invitation sooner.” Pixie uncovers two more trays, and Darling’s surprised that there are also small sandwiches and scones. It’s entirely possible, if they’re lying, that these are all poisoned. On the other hand, if she doesn’t eat what is being offered to her, Pixie might take murderous exception to her refusal. And they both can heal her, if it is like that. Assuming they both live, if something goes wrong.
“I don’t want to talk about unpleasant things; it’s a tea party, it should be happy.” She stands, adorable and innocent in her dress. “How do you take your tea, Darling? May I call you that?”
“If nothing else, this is a tea party,” Darling decides. Much worse things than simply having an enemy call her by her first name could very well happen before the end, and it’s not like she can control what someone else says, anyway. “Milk and sugar please.” She didn’t get enough of either, and was careful about how much she took from the places she’d taken things. A little food here and there was one thing, but too much and someone was bound to notice.
The girl claps her hands. “Splendid!” And then she begins to pour, graceful, and carefully adds the requested milk and sugar. “I was saying, I don’t want to talk about unpleasant things, but sometimes it’s inevitable, don’t you agree, Darling? This might be a ceasefire, but sometimes we must talk about things we don’t wish to.”
“I was hoping to have a chat myself,” Darling agrees, trying to work out whether the ease with which Pixie is pleased is good or bad. She certainly seems childish. She’s probably younger, barely a teen, perhaps, but the way she acts make her seem younger. Which…well.
Probably every young person believes themselves to be more mature. Compared to Mr. Speedwagon and Jojo, Darling feels younger for the first time she can remember. She certainly feels older than Pixie, but then, the contrast is not really a happy one. More than anything, she’d want to not have to resort to breaking the law to survive, but the system tired of placing her over and over, and the Violettas had been the worst of the lot, so she’d have asked to remain at one of the previous families, even if it hadn’t been ideal. What a thing it would be, to giggle carefree over a new doll or pair of trousers. Sometimes she feels envy for some of her classmates, but then, none of them get to have Whisper, either.
“I see. We’re so alike, you and I.” Pixie pours tea for herself and daintily adds a few sugar cubes. “It’s not our fault our parents died; we shouldn’t have to suffer. And we both have cute friends! This is Miss Murder, but I call her Murr because, well, people don’t seem to like her full name. That’s all right, though. I don’t much care for my full name, either, but people should be allowed to be called what they want. Murr’s all right with either, though, so feel free to call her what you wish. And don’t hesitate to pet her, either; she loves it.”
Darling eyes the fluffy bunny dubiously. It is certainly an ominous name, but when she thinks about it, Whisper’s full name is Violent Whispers, even when she doesn’t like to think about it. She’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a name preference, either. The rabbit eyes her back, but unlike the rabbits she’d seen the one time she broke into the petting zoo, the bunny doesn’t look frightened of every shadow. It looks…not disdainful, but bored. And completely unconcerned. She couldn’t mistake the intelligent look in those three red eyes, either.
The thief figures out what’s so unsettling about Murr. She acts perfectly like a normal rabbit, wiggling her nose and all, but she doesn’t act like prey. She acts like a predator, confident, unafraid, and willing to rise to the challenge of a fight, should it come to it. Society would trot out the tired ‘pets resemble their owners’ or vice versa, but it’s probably even more true when it’s a Stand and thus a reflection of the self.
Pixie acts like an adorable little girl, but she’s no more a victim than Miss Murder is prey. They’ve killed several people. Pixie genuinely believes them to have a connection, and Darling’s gaining confidence it means that she won’t act against her or Mr. Speedwagon or Jojo yet. But if handled wrong? If given evidence they’re not? It might turn to homicidal rage very quickly.
She reaches out and pets the fluffy fur, keeping in mind that it’s possible Miss Murder works the same way Whisper does. She gets the feeling Murr is laughing at her hesitation, at the hints of fear. Or…well, in her case, she considers it fair caution, but to a predator, caution isn’t necessary.
It’s only fair to respond in kind. “This is Whisper, or Violent Whispers. He doesn’t prefer a name, either, and it’s up to him whether he wants to be petted.”
Whisper extends his head just far enough to be in reach, and Pixie pets him instantly. She’s never felt what Whisper feels, but Mr. Speedwagon and Jojo seem to feel what LJ and Pretender feel. She wonders if Pixie feels it when Murr gets petted.
He doesn’t trust the murderer or her Stand at all, Darling guesses. But he’s willing to put his life on the line to help her. It’s interesting, too, because looking at Darling and Whisper, society would probably think they’re the dangerous ones.
“I’ve never thought of snakes as cute, but Whisper certainly is. He’s also free to the sandwiches, if he wants. Murr already stole one of them, naughty girl. But she’s just so charming, so I can’t bring myself to scold her.” Murr still looks entirely unconcerned. Smug, even.
Pixie selects one of the sandwiches and starts eating delicately. She doesn’t seem like she’s taking extra precautions, so it’s probably safe to eat. Darling follows her example, and again, the girl seems pleased. Now, if she can only keep this up, they might just get through this without a fight.
If he’d been there, Xander would’ve made a Princess Bride connection.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling and Pixie enjoy a tea party.
Word Count: 1068
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“I’m sorry; I don’t have a good dress for such an occasion.” Darling curtseys with an invisible skirt. It seems to please Pixie anyway.
“It’s all right. I should have sent the invitation sooner.” Pixie uncovers two more trays, and Darling’s surprised that there are also small sandwiches and scones. It’s entirely possible, if they’re lying, that these are all poisoned. On the other hand, if she doesn’t eat what is being offered to her, Pixie might take murderous exception to her refusal. And they both can heal her, if it is like that. Assuming they both live, if something goes wrong.
“I don’t want to talk about unpleasant things; it’s a tea party, it should be happy.” She stands, adorable and innocent in her dress. “How do you take your tea, Darling? May I call you that?”
“If nothing else, this is a tea party,” Darling decides. Much worse things than simply having an enemy call her by her first name could very well happen before the end, and it’s not like she can control what someone else says, anyway. “Milk and sugar please.” She didn’t get enough of either, and was careful about how much she took from the places she’d taken things. A little food here and there was one thing, but too much and someone was bound to notice.
The girl claps her hands. “Splendid!” And then she begins to pour, graceful, and carefully adds the requested milk and sugar. “I was saying, I don’t want to talk about unpleasant things, but sometimes it’s inevitable, don’t you agree, Darling? This might be a ceasefire, but sometimes we must talk about things we don’t wish to.”
“I was hoping to have a chat myself,” Darling agrees, trying to work out whether the ease with which Pixie is pleased is good or bad. She certainly seems childish. She’s probably younger, barely a teen, perhaps, but the way she acts make her seem younger. Which…well.
Probably every young person believes themselves to be more mature. Compared to Mr. Speedwagon and Jojo, Darling feels younger for the first time she can remember. She certainly feels older than Pixie, but then, the contrast is not really a happy one. More than anything, she’d want to not have to resort to breaking the law to survive, but the system tired of placing her over and over, and the Violettas had been the worst of the lot, so she’d have asked to remain at one of the previous families, even if it hadn’t been ideal. What a thing it would be, to giggle carefree over a new doll or pair of trousers. Sometimes she feels envy for some of her classmates, but then, none of them get to have Whisper, either.
“I see. We’re so alike, you and I.” Pixie pours tea for herself and daintily adds a few sugar cubes. “It’s not our fault our parents died; we shouldn’t have to suffer. And we both have cute friends! This is Miss Murder, but I call her Murr because, well, people don’t seem to like her full name. That’s all right, though. I don’t much care for my full name, either, but people should be allowed to be called what they want. Murr’s all right with either, though, so feel free to call her what you wish. And don’t hesitate to pet her, either; she loves it.”
Darling eyes the fluffy bunny dubiously. It is certainly an ominous name, but when she thinks about it, Whisper’s full name is Violent Whispers, even when she doesn’t like to think about it. She’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a name preference, either. The rabbit eyes her back, but unlike the rabbits she’d seen the one time she broke into the petting zoo, the bunny doesn’t look frightened of every shadow. It looks…not disdainful, but bored. And completely unconcerned. She couldn’t mistake the intelligent look in those three red eyes, either.
The thief figures out what’s so unsettling about Murr. She acts perfectly like a normal rabbit, wiggling her nose and all, but she doesn’t act like prey. She acts like a predator, confident, unafraid, and willing to rise to the challenge of a fight, should it come to it. Society would trot out the tired ‘pets resemble their owners’ or vice versa, but it’s probably even more true when it’s a Stand and thus a reflection of the self.
Pixie acts like an adorable little girl, but she’s no more a victim than Miss Murder is prey. They’ve killed several people. Pixie genuinely believes them to have a connection, and Darling’s gaining confidence it means that she won’t act against her or Mr. Speedwagon or Jojo yet. But if handled wrong? If given evidence they’re not? It might turn to homicidal rage very quickly.
She reaches out and pets the fluffy fur, keeping in mind that it’s possible Miss Murder works the same way Whisper does. She gets the feeling Murr is laughing at her hesitation, at the hints of fear. Or…well, in her case, she considers it fair caution, but to a predator, caution isn’t necessary.
It’s only fair to respond in kind. “This is Whisper, or Violent Whispers. He doesn’t prefer a name, either, and it’s up to him whether he wants to be petted.”
Whisper extends his head just far enough to be in reach, and Pixie pets him instantly. She’s never felt what Whisper feels, but Mr. Speedwagon and Jojo seem to feel what LJ and Pretender feel. She wonders if Pixie feels it when Murr gets petted.
He doesn’t trust the murderer or her Stand at all, Darling guesses. But he’s willing to put his life on the line to help her. It’s interesting, too, because looking at Darling and Whisper, society would probably think they’re the dangerous ones.
“I’ve never thought of snakes as cute, but Whisper certainly is. He’s also free to the sandwiches, if he wants. Murr already stole one of them, naughty girl. But she’s just so charming, so I can’t bring myself to scold her.” Murr still looks entirely unconcerned. Smug, even.
Pixie selects one of the sandwiches and starts eating delicately. She doesn’t seem like she’s taking extra precautions, so it’s probably safe to eat. Darling follows her example, and again, the girl seems pleased. Now, if she can only keep this up, they might just get through this without a fight.
