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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Robin finds he's already late to the battle.
Word Count: 1199
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Maybe it makes him boring, but he prefers Hamon. It’s straightforward. No guessing, no roundabout plans within plans. It can look just as flashy, if used by a master, but it’s all direct skill. He’s always been a martial arts fan, even dabbled a little when he was a kid, but he’d mostly been into it so he could defend himself, even unarmed. In high school, a professor had gotten him into the school’s archery club and he just didn’t have the time for both. It all pales in comparison to Sendo, though. Now there’s a style of martial arts that he loves. And with the whole archery bit, he’s putting his own unique stamp on it, so it’s not like he’s incapable of creativity. Planning’s all Beefheart’s specialty, anyway, so having a Stand suits her in a way it’d never suit him. He’d been afraid of Panzermensch, and her, at first. Well, maybe less afraid than wary. She’d been friendly enough, but he’d been waiting for her to show her true colors, and she did, just…not the way he’d expected. That incident maybe didn’t make all the tension go away, but it did state pretty clearly exactly where she fell on the whole ‘sympathies with fascists’ thing (quite firmly against, if a little…vigilante-style about it), which meant she wasn’t against his general existence, which definitely made things easier.
His stance on “I don’t need a Stand” is only strengthened by the fact that getting a Stand is very potentially deadly. It’s said the only criteria as to whether or not you stay alive is whether you have a ‘fighting spirit’, which means he’d probably be fine. But he’s not the gambling type, either. A sure thing he can rely on, that’s what he wants, and that’s what he’s got. Why try for anything more, other than honing the tools he already has in his toolkit? (It helps that there’s officially a ‘let’s not stab our employees with Arrows’ policy, so it’s not like it’s even a sanctioned action.)
All of this might make one think that he’s willingly very ignorant of Stands and how they work, but he’s fought in a lot of Stand battles. Often largely because of his partnership with a Stand User, but even then, he’s the spotter. He gets a first-hand view of a lot of the most outlandish things. And a sudden flood coming from the theater he has to rappel up a building to get away from, calling a warning to nearby passersby, is almost certainly some sort of weird, random Stand thing. Unfortunately, the other pedestrians don’t have a way to get out of the way in time, but fortunately they just exclaim in surprise and disgust, trying to get the liquid off their clothes. They seem unharmed. Maybe it’s something to do with Lotus Juice? It doesn’t look like normal water, but perhaps he’d had to bust a sewer line or something this time? Robin wrinkles his nose in disgust, but then, it clearly wouldn’t be Fitz’s first choice either, based on the way he carries himself. If he was going that far, he was desperate, which means it’s a good thing he and Beefheart agreed he should rejoin the others before the investigation was fully complete. They could use another hand. Or a bow.
The cell phone in one of the pedestrian’s hands, though, is a bad sign. It probably means they’re calling the police, and that’s the last thing they need right now, what with Jojo wanted for questioning in the murder case. It’d be easy enough to snipe the phone out of his hands without hurting the man, but that would only buy time, because someone else would do it and add something about a man with a bow shooting at people. Which is definitely something to avoid. No need to escalate the situation. Just get in, get out, and hopefully they’ll be fast enough to not get caught. Even if the cops might not be the Sheriff of Nottingham’s men, they can’t afford a detour like that, not when the Wolfram & Hart Stand Users don’t care about little things like collateral damage. Their employers will step in, but by then, it might already be too late. Better to act now and beg forgiveness later.
At the very least, he can try to minimize visibility, or accurate witness reports. Thus far, Jojo’s the only one who could be placed at the scene of the crime, and therefore the only one currently being sought. The rest of them should retain the relative anonymity and freer rein as much as possible. He pulls up the hood on his beloved sweatshirt, grinning a little and shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the nickname. He really would’ve preferred Hoodie. It would’ve been more accurate, anyway.
Archery demands much the same focus on breathing as Sendo does, which makes applying one to the other child’s play. He focuses on breathing, building the power, just like drawing back the bow, waiting for the release. It’s years of practice that lets him shoot an arrow complete with rope across the gap, securely embedding in the stone with the force of the shot. It’s a pity to mar a historical building like this, but he doesn’t particularly feel like wading through the path below, and it’s not like the Stand battle hasn’t already done damage to the structure. Easy, too, to tie the rope, forming something like a bridge, and cross, arms taking the strain in stride as he moves in time with his breath, dangling. Once he reaches the other side, a precisely aimed Hamon strike causes the knot at the other end to unravel, and he’s pulling up the rope before it even hits the liquid below. A sniff easily tells him what the liquid is, and further clarifies that this was and possibly still is, in fact, a Stand battle, because otherwise he can’t imagine how a theater could have started a flood of beer. It’s quick enough to replace the arrow and rope in his makeshift (i.e. less easy to identify) quiver.
It’s dark, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to examine his surroundings before the eerie singing starts up. If he didn’t know better, he’d say someone was trying a weird badly done Shining remake, from the flood to the creepy little girl. In point of fact, now that he’s thinking about it, he doesn’t know better. It’s not shot-for-shot, to be fair, but it does have horror vibes, and it’s perfectly possible there’s a Stand that can draw off horror movies in some way. Either way, the little girl singing somewhere in the distance has serious horror movie vibes.
“London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Robin finds he's already late to the battle.
Word Count: 1199
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It’s not that Robin doesn’t understand the appeal of Stands. They look awesome, they can be pretty intimidating if you don’t get how they work (and can get worse when you do), and they can be the exact perfect tool for the job. A single Stand could take care of an entire army, with the right power, properly applied.
Maybe it makes him boring, but he prefers Hamon. It’s straightforward. No guessing, no roundabout plans within plans. It can look just as flashy, if used by a master, but it’s all direct skill. He’s always been a martial arts fan, even dabbled a little when he was a kid, but he’d mostly been into it so he could defend himself, even unarmed. In high school, a professor had gotten him into the school’s archery club and he just didn’t have the time for both. It all pales in comparison to Sendo, though. Now there’s a style of martial arts that he loves. And with the whole archery bit, he’s putting his own unique stamp on it, so it’s not like he’s incapable of creativity. Planning’s all Beefheart’s specialty, anyway, so having a Stand suits her in a way it’d never suit him. He’d been afraid of Panzermensch, and her, at first. Well, maybe less afraid than wary. She’d been friendly enough, but he’d been waiting for her to show her true colors, and she did, just…not the way he’d expected. That incident maybe didn’t make all the tension go away, but it did state pretty clearly exactly where she fell on the whole ‘sympathies with fascists’ thing (quite firmly against, if a little…vigilante-style about it), which meant she wasn’t against his general existence, which definitely made things easier.
His stance on “I don’t need a Stand” is only strengthened by the fact that getting a Stand is very potentially deadly. It’s said the only criteria as to whether or not you stay alive is whether you have a ‘fighting spirit’, which means he’d probably be fine. But he’s not the gambling type, either. A sure thing he can rely on, that’s what he wants, and that’s what he’s got. Why try for anything more, other than honing the tools he already has in his toolkit? (It helps that there’s officially a ‘let’s not stab our employees with Arrows’ policy, so it’s not like it’s even a sanctioned action.)
All of this might make one think that he’s willingly very ignorant of Stands and how they work, but he’s fought in a lot of Stand battles. Often largely because of his partnership with a Stand User, but even then, he’s the spotter. He gets a first-hand view of a lot of the most outlandish things. And a sudden flood coming from the theater he has to rappel up a building to get away from, calling a warning to nearby passersby, is almost certainly some sort of weird, random Stand thing. Unfortunately, the other pedestrians don’t have a way to get out of the way in time, but fortunately they just exclaim in surprise and disgust, trying to get the liquid off their clothes. They seem unharmed. Maybe it’s something to do with Lotus Juice? It doesn’t look like normal water, but perhaps he’d had to bust a sewer line or something this time? Robin wrinkles his nose in disgust, but then, it clearly wouldn’t be Fitz’s first choice either, based on the way he carries himself. If he was going that far, he was desperate, which means it’s a good thing he and Beefheart agreed he should rejoin the others before the investigation was fully complete. They could use another hand. Or a bow.
The cell phone in one of the pedestrian’s hands, though, is a bad sign. It probably means they’re calling the police, and that’s the last thing they need right now, what with Jojo wanted for questioning in the murder case. It’d be easy enough to snipe the phone out of his hands without hurting the man, but that would only buy time, because someone else would do it and add something about a man with a bow shooting at people. Which is definitely something to avoid. No need to escalate the situation. Just get in, get out, and hopefully they’ll be fast enough to not get caught. Even if the cops might not be the Sheriff of Nottingham’s men, they can’t afford a detour like that, not when the Wolfram & Hart Stand Users don’t care about little things like collateral damage. Their employers will step in, but by then, it might already be too late. Better to act now and beg forgiveness later.
At the very least, he can try to minimize visibility, or accurate witness reports. Thus far, Jojo’s the only one who could be placed at the scene of the crime, and therefore the only one currently being sought. The rest of them should retain the relative anonymity and freer rein as much as possible. He pulls up the hood on his beloved sweatshirt, grinning a little and shaking his head at the ridiculousness of the nickname. He really would’ve preferred Hoodie. It would’ve been more accurate, anyway.
Archery demands much the same focus on breathing as Sendo does, which makes applying one to the other child’s play. He focuses on breathing, building the power, just like drawing back the bow, waiting for the release. It’s years of practice that lets him shoot an arrow complete with rope across the gap, securely embedding in the stone with the force of the shot. It’s a pity to mar a historical building like this, but he doesn’t particularly feel like wading through the path below, and it’s not like the Stand battle hasn’t already done damage to the structure. Easy, too, to tie the rope, forming something like a bridge, and cross, arms taking the strain in stride as he moves in time with his breath, dangling. Once he reaches the other side, a precisely aimed Hamon strike causes the knot at the other end to unravel, and he’s pulling up the rope before it even hits the liquid below. A sniff easily tells him what the liquid is, and further clarifies that this was and possibly still is, in fact, a Stand battle, because otherwise he can’t imagine how a theater could have started a flood of beer. It’s quick enough to replace the arrow and rope in his makeshift (i.e. less easy to identify) quiver.
It’s dark, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to examine his surroundings before the eerie singing starts up. If he didn’t know better, he’d say someone was trying a weird badly done Shining remake, from the flood to the creepy little girl. In point of fact, now that he’s thinking about it, he doesn’t know better. It’s not shot-for-shot, to be fair, but it does have horror vibes, and it’s perfectly possible there’s a Stand that can draw off horror movies in some way. Either way, the little girl singing somewhere in the distance has serious horror movie vibes.
“London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down, my fair lady.”
