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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The fight between Fitz and Cooper continues.
Word Count: 1306
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The fight between Fitz and Cooper continues.
Word Count: 1306
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“Ready when you are!” Alice Cooper is so eager to test the hypothesis that she rushes him almost immediately. It’s clear from her movements that she’s proficient at fighting with the kris. In preparation for her attack, Lotus Juice expels another burst of transformed beer. Unlike her shadows, Cooper doesn’t hesitate for a second, passing directly through the sparkling shower of water. She hisses and recoils, snarling in fury. It’s probably the first time anyone’s even hurt her since she died. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees multiple shadows start to rush him at once. They’re still more deterred by Lotus Juice’s acid showers than the ghost, which is probably the only thing that saves him. He can’t afford to step much out of the way of Cooper stabbing furiously, because doing so will put him in the path of a shadow and that’s probably the point. He grunts as she stabs through his upper arm, but it’s a better outcome than ending up like that one unfortunate playgoer.
“Well? Care to share the results?” His voice is slightly off, but then, it’s been quite some time since he’d been on the streets.
“I’d ask about yours, but the data about what happens when someone gets stabbed is well-studied already. Guess you’re useless as a lab rat. Time to put you down.” She digs the dagger around a little in the wound, which hurts, but he sees the distraction for what it is and pushes her away, stumbling back, blood falling from the wound. He’s not quite fast enough, which he’d half expected. A shadow grazes the other side of his arm, and he continues to fall, suddenly incapable of controlling his movements. It feels like he’s paralyzed, but also like electricity’s running up and down his body. Only his brain is still working, and even then, it’s slower. She’d just been playing with him only using a single shadow at once, but the fact that he’d managed to wound her, no matter how permanent such wounds might be, was apparently enough to get her to take the encounter seriously.
“What will you do now?” Cooper’s mocking. He can still barely see, vision greying at the edges, but he can see her self-satisfied smirk. The shadow barely touched him. He can only imagine how it would have been worse if it had actually gone directly through him. Did the victims die on the spot, or is it a slow death?
He fights through the paralyzing feeling and the fatigue. It does seem like it’s slowly wearing off. Probably not fast enough to save him from the next shadow, but he still has hope. “Die, I suppose,” Fitz states dryly. He probably looks every bit the drowned rat he feels. Though hopefully he’s bought enough time for his ally to act. He can’t die yet. He has to save Jojo.
“That’s your big plan? That’s all you can do?” She looks like she’s disappointed, but then, she’s the type that really wants a challenge, and a bloody, agonizing ending. Maybe it’s repressed emotions about her own death, similar to all the stories of vengeful ghosts around the world, taking out their death on anyone nearby, regardless of whether they were related to the death or not.
The voice that interrupts them seems familiar, but Fitz doesn’t think he’s heard it before. Deep and calm. “Mind if I interrupt?”
It’s an effort, but the blond turns his head to see—
That’s Pretender. So he wasn’t lying about his Stand speaking. Pretender really does talk, and to other people than Johan. Acting on its own is one thing—Captain Beefheart said it had done so after their fight with the Cthulhu statue. But it hadn’t talked to her, supposedly, just wrote a shopping list for her. And if his Stand’s here, then surely he must be somewhere nearby— But it’s too difficult to look now, no matter how hard he tries to turn his head. At least LJ’s still out, or he probably wouldn’t even have the power to summon him. Carefully, while Cooper’s attention is turned elsewhere and presumably that of her shadows as well, Lotus Juice uses the water content of the beer to slowly start healing Fitz.
Cooper steps away, losing all interest in him. At least he’d served his purpose. “I assume you’re Jojo’s Stand. Where is the bastard? He’s gotta be somewhere nearby; you’re clearly a short-range power type.”
“You like to make a lot of assumptions, don’t you?” It’s still…vaguely smug. Definitely Johan’s Stand. “In any case, he’s out of your reach. You should give more thought to your own situation.”
Smoothly, Pretender stabs through one of the metallic wraps on his hands, and Fitz gasps, because that looks like the very same kris. He glances at Cooper to verify, and yes, she’s still holding her own. “Blood sacrifice. You’re very fond of it, aren’t you, Miss Cooper?” Something that looks very similar to human blood drips, but disappears before it touches the water.
“What the hell? How’d you get that?” If she’d looked furious when Fitz managed to hurt her, she now looks slightly scared.
“You really should be more careful with your toys, Miss Cooper. Your pets could get restless.” The blond’s mind is slowly catching up, and it takes him a moment to wonder how the Stand could possibly get a copy of the dagger before he realizes that makes it certain. The kris has to be her Stand, or Pretender couldn’t use it.
“Give it back!” she screams desperately, starting to run after the Stand, and in response Fitz can see shadows move in between them out of the corner of his eyes. One even goes through him, he’s fairly certain, because he feels both the wind and the cold chill, but it must be a target thing because the paralyzing feeling doesn’t return. She stops moving immediately, eyes darting.
“Speaking of experimentation, what happens when your shadows target you?” Pretender asks, slightly cruelly, but then, that’s probably a side effect of the mirroring again. He hadn’t really seen much of what happened with the guy who’d made them all forget Johan, but he’d seen a snippet indicating that it was the case, and it made sense that copying a Stand meant copying a mindset, too.
“Nowhere to run,” Fitz agrees, standing up next to Pretender. There’s a hint of relief in the Stand’s eyes, though he doesn’t say anything. LJ gleefully sprays converted acid in an arc, herding the ghost toward her turned shadows.
“I’ll give you this, you’re better than any of those Wolfram & Hart losers by a long shot. No one’s ever pushed me this far. But in the end, I don’t need my Stand to hurt you.” She backs up next to a light switch, getting her back to the wall. He feels a little guilty at the damage, small holes eaten in the walls, which can only have been caused by LJ, but as much as destroying a historical building hurts, dying or losing Johan would hurt worse. “I don’t know if you knew this, but most alcohol doesn’t catch fire right away. It depends on the alcohol content, and this beer doesn’t seem that high in alcohol.”
They’re not planning on setting fire to the place—but that means…
“Pretender, careful!” he yells.
She’s resigned herself to defeat, but she’s determined to take them down with her, even if Pixie might still be in the building. “You exposed some of the wires with your acid attack. Time to make a new tragedy.” She’s not lying—there’s wires sparking right above the light switch. She darts into the wall, turning into a smoky shape like her shadows, and there’s a sudden burst of flame that starts flicking up the wall.
「Alice Cooper, User of Twisted Sister retire 」
“Well? Care to share the results?” His voice is slightly off, but then, it’s been quite some time since he’d been on the streets.
“I’d ask about yours, but the data about what happens when someone gets stabbed is well-studied already. Guess you’re useless as a lab rat. Time to put you down.” She digs the dagger around a little in the wound, which hurts, but he sees the distraction for what it is and pushes her away, stumbling back, blood falling from the wound. He’s not quite fast enough, which he’d half expected. A shadow grazes the other side of his arm, and he continues to fall, suddenly incapable of controlling his movements. It feels like he’s paralyzed, but also like electricity’s running up and down his body. Only his brain is still working, and even then, it’s slower. She’d just been playing with him only using a single shadow at once, but the fact that he’d managed to wound her, no matter how permanent such wounds might be, was apparently enough to get her to take the encounter seriously.
“What will you do now?” Cooper’s mocking. He can still barely see, vision greying at the edges, but he can see her self-satisfied smirk. The shadow barely touched him. He can only imagine how it would have been worse if it had actually gone directly through him. Did the victims die on the spot, or is it a slow death?
He fights through the paralyzing feeling and the fatigue. It does seem like it’s slowly wearing off. Probably not fast enough to save him from the next shadow, but he still has hope. “Die, I suppose,” Fitz states dryly. He probably looks every bit the drowned rat he feels. Though hopefully he’s bought enough time for his ally to act. He can’t die yet. He has to save Jojo.
“That’s your big plan? That’s all you can do?” She looks like she’s disappointed, but then, she’s the type that really wants a challenge, and a bloody, agonizing ending. Maybe it’s repressed emotions about her own death, similar to all the stories of vengeful ghosts around the world, taking out their death on anyone nearby, regardless of whether they were related to the death or not.
The voice that interrupts them seems familiar, but Fitz doesn’t think he’s heard it before. Deep and calm. “Mind if I interrupt?”
It’s an effort, but the blond turns his head to see—
That’s Pretender. So he wasn’t lying about his Stand speaking. Pretender really does talk, and to other people than Johan. Acting on its own is one thing—Captain Beefheart said it had done so after their fight with the Cthulhu statue. But it hadn’t talked to her, supposedly, just wrote a shopping list for her. And if his Stand’s here, then surely he must be somewhere nearby— But it’s too difficult to look now, no matter how hard he tries to turn his head. At least LJ’s still out, or he probably wouldn’t even have the power to summon him. Carefully, while Cooper’s attention is turned elsewhere and presumably that of her shadows as well, Lotus Juice uses the water content of the beer to slowly start healing Fitz.
Cooper steps away, losing all interest in him. At least he’d served his purpose. “I assume you’re Jojo’s Stand. Where is the bastard? He’s gotta be somewhere nearby; you’re clearly a short-range power type.”
“You like to make a lot of assumptions, don’t you?” It’s still…vaguely smug. Definitely Johan’s Stand. “In any case, he’s out of your reach. You should give more thought to your own situation.”
Smoothly, Pretender stabs through one of the metallic wraps on his hands, and Fitz gasps, because that looks like the very same kris. He glances at Cooper to verify, and yes, she’s still holding her own. “Blood sacrifice. You’re very fond of it, aren’t you, Miss Cooper?” Something that looks very similar to human blood drips, but disappears before it touches the water.
“What the hell? How’d you get that?” If she’d looked furious when Fitz managed to hurt her, she now looks slightly scared.
“You really should be more careful with your toys, Miss Cooper. Your pets could get restless.” The blond’s mind is slowly catching up, and it takes him a moment to wonder how the Stand could possibly get a copy of the dagger before he realizes that makes it certain. The kris has to be her Stand, or Pretender couldn’t use it.
“Give it back!” she screams desperately, starting to run after the Stand, and in response Fitz can see shadows move in between them out of the corner of his eyes. One even goes through him, he’s fairly certain, because he feels both the wind and the cold chill, but it must be a target thing because the paralyzing feeling doesn’t return. She stops moving immediately, eyes darting.
“Speaking of experimentation, what happens when your shadows target you?” Pretender asks, slightly cruelly, but then, that’s probably a side effect of the mirroring again. He hadn’t really seen much of what happened with the guy who’d made them all forget Johan, but he’d seen a snippet indicating that it was the case, and it made sense that copying a Stand meant copying a mindset, too.
“Nowhere to run,” Fitz agrees, standing up next to Pretender. There’s a hint of relief in the Stand’s eyes, though he doesn’t say anything. LJ gleefully sprays converted acid in an arc, herding the ghost toward her turned shadows.
“I’ll give you this, you’re better than any of those Wolfram & Hart losers by a long shot. No one’s ever pushed me this far. But in the end, I don’t need my Stand to hurt you.” She backs up next to a light switch, getting her back to the wall. He feels a little guilty at the damage, small holes eaten in the walls, which can only have been caused by LJ, but as much as destroying a historical building hurts, dying or losing Johan would hurt worse. “I don’t know if you knew this, but most alcohol doesn’t catch fire right away. It depends on the alcohol content, and this beer doesn’t seem that high in alcohol.”
They’re not planning on setting fire to the place—but that means…
“Pretender, careful!” he yells.
She’s resigned herself to defeat, but she’s determined to take them down with her, even if Pixie might still be in the building. “You exposed some of the wires with your acid attack. Time to make a new tragedy.” She’s not lying—there’s wires sparking right above the light switch. She darts into the wall, turning into a smoky shape like her shadows, and there’s a sudden burst of flame that starts flicking up the wall.
「Alice Cooper, User of Twisted Sister retire 」
