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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The tea party goes wrong.
Word Count: 1068
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“I’d apologize for ruining the atmosphere, but you’ve already said you were all right with talking about unpleasant things, and that it was necessary. So I thought I’d make it clear before we get any further, I’m not going to change my mind on this. If you’re here to convince me Jojo and Mr. Speedwagon are evil, it’s not going to work. I already had this talk with someone else. He tried to tell me that they were bad, too, but he was definitely wrong, because a bad person wouldn’t help me like that.” It’s a bit of a speech, but she’s nervous. At least she’d chosen the words carefully, even if she couldn’t quite stop them from coming from her mouth. The room feels full of menace again, contrary to Pixie’s mild expression that hasn’t twitched once. She even finishes off her sandwich in the heavy, dangerous silence, and takes a few appreciative sips from her own teacup.
She’s the sort of person who doesn’t like to show weakness or anger, Darling realizes, and that doesn’t help her uneasy feeling. People who can hide their feelings so completely like that are dangerous. She’s also the one stalling this time, because she’s worried about what she’ll say. Darling really shouldn’t feel smug about it, because it’s a dangerous situation, but she allows herself to feel smug anyway. Because she doesn’t feel quite so pathetic, like it was her fault for not having the exact right words to stop all of this before they can even have a proper argument. She might breathe easier when they’re gone (and feel a little guilty about that fact) than when she’s with them, but she’ll still feel guilty, sometimes, for things they’ve told her are her fault, or just for the fact she hasn’t been able to stay with a family for too long even though it’s not really her fault at all.
“Well, you’re throwing yourself right into it, aren’t you? But no, I don’t plan on treading the same road as Anthony.” It takes Darling a distracted moment to realize that they’re talking about the same incident, that Anthony must have been the User of Sons of Dixie. Which is, of course, important news, because it means they know each other. Which is even more important, because while Anthony had been talking about a bounty, neither sister had mentioned that, and while it might have been just a lie, a distraction to separate them, the older sister suggested that Pixie decided whether they lived or died. Not Wolfram & Hart. So that was interesting information that would be useful if she survived to share her memory notes with anyone. With that, the mystery of the ‘her’ he’d mentioned was also solved. It’s almost scarier, because it’s more unpredictable, because she doesn’t fully know what a free agent’s intentions would be, but she’s of course being silly. If Pixie was the type to take money, then she couldn’t have agreed not to kill them all. “You really wish to talk silly philosophy to begin?” There’s just the slightest hint of irrational, burning anger in the tone before she tucks that away behind a shrug and a smirk. “But then, why not? Some Stand Users hold a ridiculous superstition about explaining their Stand, as if it can render them powerless, just like that. But Miss Murder isn’t really like that.”
She’s been enthusiastic, if proper, during the whole ceremony, but the way her eyes light up and she leans forward a little…even if none of it shows in her voice, this is a topic she’s passionate talking about, no matter how much she’d made fun of it. Hopefully she doesn’t explain this all, like a proper villain, to everyone right before she kills them. That would be unfortunate. And kind of scary. And even if she can fight back, she doesn’t want to. Staring at the girl, she can’t even work out whether she wants her dead, in place of the last couple who raised her. They weren’t very nice people, but they didn’t deserve to die. But, on the other hand, did they deserve to be avenged? That was the real question.
“Some people are terrible people. They hold the guilt in their hearts for the awful things they have done, even if they don’t accept or acknowledge it. Even the ones that don’t feel bad for hurting other people will hold that sin in their hearts.” So far, so sane. Which is why clearly she has to say something terrible soon.
“Murr protects me, like Whisper protects you.” She picks up the rabbit, which twitches its whiskers and allows itself to act cute and cuddly, nuzzling into Pixie’s shoulder. Again, the only key indicating that this is all just an act is the indulgent watchfulness in the three red eyes. Pixie might want to give me a chance, but her Stand just wants to hurt me. It’s probably how a normal bunny feels when there’s a hungry hawk eyeing it, biding its time. How scary. “She knows the bad people. And she can make the sins of the past haunt the bad people.” Suddenly, things make sense. She remembers Speedwagon mentioning something about the abandoned building catching fire in the past. He’d just written it off as something to do with the construction, but if it was more than that, if it was making people and places relive bad things that had happened…
“How does she tell you who’s good and who’s bad?” And does it happen at the same as she calls on disasters?
“Two kinds of people make Miss Murder use her powers to protect me.” There’s something suddenly distant in Pixie’s eyes, which makes Whisper slither closer, sensing Darling’s concern. Pixie could be a well-built, magical doll. “People who are bad, and people she’s not sure about.”
Guessing she already knows the answer makes her bold. She meets that cold gaze unflinching. “And which am I?”
The distance dissolves at once, Pixie coming alive once more. “She’s not sure about you. We’re so alike, and yet, she’s not sure.”
There’s the answer to her question about vengeance. No matter what, Darling’s not a killer, not willingly. She’ll defend herself, and even hurt people to get away, but she doesn’t want anyone to die. “We are alike, in that we both want justice. But, Pixie, you’ve overlooked one thing. They can’t care about their sins because they’re dead. But they cared so much about their reputations. Living, having people whispering about them, calling them bad people…that would hurt so much more.” Whether that makes her good or not, she’s not sure. But they also can’t change if they’re dead. She’s not sure whether they would or whether they’d just wither away in bitter thoughts, but it’s worth a try.
Pixie actually claps her hands in delight, looking perfectly alive, as if the memory of the dead look in her eyes had been just a dream. “Oh, Darling, you’re so darling!” she coos, the rabbit’s eyes flashing a brighter red. “I’ll need to test that conviction of yours. I hope you survive, truly.”
Darling makes it to her feet as a crash shakes the building.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The tea party goes wrong.
Word Count: 1068
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Darling’s doing pretty well so far, playing at this whole posh thing, but they’re going to have to get to the difficult part at some point. Her hands tremble a little as she takes a polite sip of the tea, remembering all the little things she’d laughed at, finding funny, like the pinky thing, because at the tea party of a capricious murderer, the littlest things might matter. Honestly, she might’ve stalled too much, already. Maybe they were liars. Maybe Pixie’s big sister meant to keep her promise, but was a little too obsessed with blood. She hadn’t experienced it herself, but she’d read about it. People who got addicted to hurting others. But if she thinks too much about everything that could go wrong, she’ll freeze up. It’s enough to know that this is important, and they could kill her. So she better not mess this up.
“I’d apologize for ruining the atmosphere, but you’ve already said you were all right with talking about unpleasant things, and that it was necessary. So I thought I’d make it clear before we get any further, I’m not going to change my mind on this. If you’re here to convince me Jojo and Mr. Speedwagon are evil, it’s not going to work. I already had this talk with someone else. He tried to tell me that they were bad, too, but he was definitely wrong, because a bad person wouldn’t help me like that.” It’s a bit of a speech, but she’s nervous. At least she’d chosen the words carefully, even if she couldn’t quite stop them from coming from her mouth. The room feels full of menace again, contrary to Pixie’s mild expression that hasn’t twitched once. She even finishes off her sandwich in the heavy, dangerous silence, and takes a few appreciative sips from her own teacup.
She’s the sort of person who doesn’t like to show weakness or anger, Darling realizes, and that doesn’t help her uneasy feeling. People who can hide their feelings so completely like that are dangerous. She’s also the one stalling this time, because she’s worried about what she’ll say. Darling really shouldn’t feel smug about it, because it’s a dangerous situation, but she allows herself to feel smug anyway. Because she doesn’t feel quite so pathetic, like it was her fault for not having the exact right words to stop all of this before they can even have a proper argument. She might breathe easier when they’re gone (and feel a little guilty about that fact) than when she’s with them, but she’ll still feel guilty, sometimes, for things they’ve told her are her fault, or just for the fact she hasn’t been able to stay with a family for too long even though it’s not really her fault at all.
“Well, you’re throwing yourself right into it, aren’t you? But no, I don’t plan on treading the same road as Anthony.” It takes Darling a distracted moment to realize that they’re talking about the same incident, that Anthony must have been the User of Sons of Dixie. Which is, of course, important news, because it means they know each other. Which is even more important, because while Anthony had been talking about a bounty, neither sister had mentioned that, and while it might have been just a lie, a distraction to separate them, the older sister suggested that Pixie decided whether they lived or died. Not Wolfram & Hart. So that was interesting information that would be useful if she survived to share her memory notes with anyone. With that, the mystery of the ‘her’ he’d mentioned was also solved. It’s almost scarier, because it’s more unpredictable, because she doesn’t fully know what a free agent’s intentions would be, but she’s of course being silly. If Pixie was the type to take money, then she couldn’t have agreed not to kill them all. “You really wish to talk silly philosophy to begin?” There’s just the slightest hint of irrational, burning anger in the tone before she tucks that away behind a shrug and a smirk. “But then, why not? Some Stand Users hold a ridiculous superstition about explaining their Stand, as if it can render them powerless, just like that. But Miss Murder isn’t really like that.”
She’s been enthusiastic, if proper, during the whole ceremony, but the way her eyes light up and she leans forward a little…even if none of it shows in her voice, this is a topic she’s passionate talking about, no matter how much she’d made fun of it. Hopefully she doesn’t explain this all, like a proper villain, to everyone right before she kills them. That would be unfortunate. And kind of scary. And even if she can fight back, she doesn’t want to. Staring at the girl, she can’t even work out whether she wants her dead, in place of the last couple who raised her. They weren’t very nice people, but they didn’t deserve to die. But, on the other hand, did they deserve to be avenged? That was the real question.
“Some people are terrible people. They hold the guilt in their hearts for the awful things they have done, even if they don’t accept or acknowledge it. Even the ones that don’t feel bad for hurting other people will hold that sin in their hearts.” So far, so sane. Which is why clearly she has to say something terrible soon.
“Murr protects me, like Whisper protects you.” She picks up the rabbit, which twitches its whiskers and allows itself to act cute and cuddly, nuzzling into Pixie’s shoulder. Again, the only key indicating that this is all just an act is the indulgent watchfulness in the three red eyes. Pixie might want to give me a chance, but her Stand just wants to hurt me. It’s probably how a normal bunny feels when there’s a hungry hawk eyeing it, biding its time. How scary. “She knows the bad people. And she can make the sins of the past haunt the bad people.” Suddenly, things make sense. She remembers Speedwagon mentioning something about the abandoned building catching fire in the past. He’d just written it off as something to do with the construction, but if it was more than that, if it was making people and places relive bad things that had happened…
“How does she tell you who’s good and who’s bad?” And does it happen at the same as she calls on disasters?
“Two kinds of people make Miss Murder use her powers to protect me.” There’s something suddenly distant in Pixie’s eyes, which makes Whisper slither closer, sensing Darling’s concern. Pixie could be a well-built, magical doll. “People who are bad, and people she’s not sure about.”
Guessing she already knows the answer makes her bold. She meets that cold gaze unflinching. “And which am I?”
The distance dissolves at once, Pixie coming alive once more. “She’s not sure about you. We’re so alike, and yet, she’s not sure.”
There’s the answer to her question about vengeance. No matter what, Darling’s not a killer, not willingly. She’ll defend herself, and even hurt people to get away, but she doesn’t want anyone to die. “We are alike, in that we both want justice. But, Pixie, you’ve overlooked one thing. They can’t care about their sins because they’re dead. But they cared so much about their reputations. Living, having people whispering about them, calling them bad people…that would hurt so much more.” Whether that makes her good or not, she’s not sure. But they also can’t change if they’re dead. She’s not sure whether they would or whether they’d just wither away in bitter thoughts, but it’s worth a try.
Pixie actually claps her hands in delight, looking perfectly alive, as if the memory of the dead look in her eyes had been just a dream. “Oh, Darling, you’re so darling!” she coos, the rabbit’s eyes flashing a brighter red. “I’ll need to test that conviction of yours. I hope you survive, truly.”
Darling makes it to her feet as a crash shakes the building.
