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madimpossibledreamerSurprisingly, the Cheese Man was not summoned.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Father Styx isn't your average priest, but he does provide the needed hospitality for our beleaguered crew.
Word Count: 1435
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Robin had texted him, ignoring Beefheart’s glaring glance before she had to look back at the controls. Robin’s never tried, but he assumes flying a helicopter, particularly an old helicopter, isn’t a matter of hitting the autopilot and sitting back until it’s time to touch down or land or whatever the terminology actually is for a helicopter. The thing is, never mind a phobia (for this particular line of reasoning, anyway)—what if the good Father was out? Letting him know they were on their way was a courtesy, not just for Jojo’s feelings, but also for the priest’s ability to play the good host, which he certainly would miss. Providing a warm, quiet place for the community, no matter their beliefs, to relax, to indulge in good food and good drinks—
Actually, that makes the man sound like a bartender, which, he supposes, isn’t far off. That does seem to be how he sees his role, albeit with a spiritual direction.
It’s certainly the tone the man takes the instant he greets them all—well, all but Beefheart, who’s currently parking the beat up car, erasing all signs of its use, and calling in the ‘possible stolen vehicle’ to the nearest police station. How it ended up in this little town so quickly will be a riddle for them to solve, for sure. Darling had perked up at the idea and had wanted to join in, but Fitz and Beefheart had been adamant that she not participate, probably not wanting to encourage any stolen vehicles or joyriding. When he greets them at the door of the little cottage next to the church, he makes it seem like he’s been patiently waiting for them the whole time since the text, but Robin knows that probably isn’t the case—he had to prepare, after all. The man’s always seemed to have a sixth sense for visitors. “From what Robin told me in the text, the lot of you have been through quite the ordeal. Usually, I’d offer you a drink, but perhaps you’ve had far too much of that today.”
Jojo giggles a little, softly. It’s hard to tell whether he actually is a little tipsy from his little adventure or whether it’s a giggle of fear. Johan does seem like the type. He certainly has the look of someone who is too confused to be scared. “I, uh—I definitely don’t think I’ve ever met a priest who offered me alcohol.”
“You’ve never experienced Communion, then? I just take it a step further—though of course I don’t proclaim most of the drinks I serve are a miracle.” Confused and slightly approving. If Styx can keep it up—and, from what Robin’s seen, the man certainly can keep it up—then Jojo’s going to be just fine.
Johan manages a smile. He’s still a little on edge, but he’s making an effort.
“I-it’s good to meet you, Father.” Darling’s stammering a little, but then, she’s trying so much more to get through her shy demeanor. She does seem to be religious, though, or at least has a healthy respect for religion (which is honestly maybe where Robin falls).
“And it’s good to meet all of you. Any friends of Beefheart and Robin deserve nothing but the best hospitality I can offer.” Styx gestures at them to follow and turns to enter his home.
As they enter, Fitz’s glance is approving, which is an emotion Robin wasn’t aware he could feel, given what he’d seen before. Well…no, that’s uncharitable. But he’d been so dour recently that it was easy to forget. Since—since Jojo was reckless enough to turn himself into a Lovecraftian Old One, actually. Fair enough, Robin supposes. “You have a nice place here, Father Styx.”
Styx’s reply is interrupted by Jojo. He hasn’t looked at Styx for too long, but his roving eye caught the near liquor store in the second room they’ve entered. The food is spread out, buffet style, and was clearly prepared by Styx before they arrived, but it’s just as obvious the alcohol is a permanen fixture of the room. “Great as it is to meet the nicest priest and friendliest alcoholic I’ve ever met, I stink. Is there any way I can bum a shower off you?”
Styx doesn’t hesitate, but he’s hard to catch off guard. “Of course. Through that door, down the corridor, to the right.” Jojo raises an arm in thanks and disappears through the door.
“Well, you might not want alcohol, but I have other drinks, and I’m sure after a fight you’re famished.” Darling had noticed the food, and the second something like an invitation appeared, she’s already stepping forward to eat. Robin doesn’t bother holding in the chuckle this time, but this time she flashes him a slight smile before continuing to stuff her face with bread.
“I’m sure we’d all appreciate a good launder.” Fitz doesn’t move toward the spread until the kettle whistles, at which point he pours a cup, adding cream and sugar and handing it to Darling, who jumps a little and then smiles at him, too. He gets a second cup with just cream for himself.
Styx nods. “Your clothes won’t be a problem, other than something to wear in the meantime. I know a spell, you see. They’ll come out as good as new.”
“I know Jojo will be pleased. He really seemed to like his outfit,” Robin remarks, just as Beefheart finally joins them and immediately makes a beeline for the cheese after a quick but warm greeting. Which is fair. Cheese is good.
Fitz, meanwhile, is apparently indulging his curiosity. “You said ‘spell’. You wouldn’t happen to be one of the witches he’s mentioned, would you? I’ve never met one in person.”
Styx smiles indulgently, but Robin knows he’s a bit of a show-off who enjoys talking about this as much as he does feeding and taking care of any civilian. “The technical term is ‘technopagan’, though I suppose in my case the ‘pagan’ descriptor is somewhat inaccurate. Perhaps you should refer to me as a technochristian.”
To Robin’s shock, Fitz seems to know the term, rather than teasing out its meaning from the compound word. “You wouldn’t happen to have known a woman named Calendar, would you?”
Styx actually looks surprised, which is even more shocking, considering how much in control of his emotions he is. “Ah, yes. I suppose you’re aware of the generalities of such a position. I had many delightful conversations through email, though unfortunately was unable to visit the States. What happened to her? She stopped responding.”
Fitz winces. “Dead, unfortunately. From a vampire, by the sound of it.”
Styx, on the other hand, looks like he was expecting that. “I’ll pray for her soul. It’s a pity we never met in real life, although for those of our power, it’s not as simple a distinction as for most. Email is a medium of power as well.”
Robin still feels a little left out, but he does his best not to shift and just goes to fill up a plate. A hand stops him, though—Fitz, smiling just a little. “I do enjoy a good story, and Xander—Johan, sorry—tells quite a good one. I’m accepting my role as a thug who loves books. It’s why I’m still so scandalized we were attacked in a library—though I suppose, according to Jojo, that’s not an uncommon phenomenon in his experience. The school was on a Hellmouth.”
“From what I heard, that was quite literal, too,” Styx agrees. And then he frowns as a warning siren sounds.
“What is that?” Beefheart asks, mouth full, instantly summoning her Stand and standing to attention. Robin had never met someone who did that in real life, but she’s just the type to do it.
“Proximity alarm. This village has the occasional zombie or vampire problems, so I’ve tapped into the cameras the station installed. From the sound, someone or something with dark intention crossed the threshold.”
For once, Robin would have liked to be wrong. “Styx, let me fill you in on a murderous little girl I met real quick…”
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Father Styx isn't your average priest, but he does provide the needed hospitality for our beleaguered crew.
Word Count: 1435
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It’s a good thing that Robin has had so much practice trying not to smile. He would have failed, otherwise, as it’s very clear that Styx was not what he was picturing. Probably something along the lines of Fitz, or Giles, as he’s mentioned (who sounds like an older, even stricter version of Fitz, somehow). To be fair, Styx is usually not what anyone expects, and he rather likes it that way.
Robin had texted him, ignoring Beefheart’s glaring glance before she had to look back at the controls. Robin’s never tried, but he assumes flying a helicopter, particularly an old helicopter, isn’t a matter of hitting the autopilot and sitting back until it’s time to touch down or land or whatever the terminology actually is for a helicopter. The thing is, never mind a phobia (for this particular line of reasoning, anyway)—what if the good Father was out? Letting him know they were on their way was a courtesy, not just for Jojo’s feelings, but also for the priest’s ability to play the good host, which he certainly would miss. Providing a warm, quiet place for the community, no matter their beliefs, to relax, to indulge in good food and good drinks—
Actually, that makes the man sound like a bartender, which, he supposes, isn’t far off. That does seem to be how he sees his role, albeit with a spiritual direction.
It’s certainly the tone the man takes the instant he greets them all—well, all but Beefheart, who’s currently parking the beat up car, erasing all signs of its use, and calling in the ‘possible stolen vehicle’ to the nearest police station. How it ended up in this little town so quickly will be a riddle for them to solve, for sure. Darling had perked up at the idea and had wanted to join in, but Fitz and Beefheart had been adamant that she not participate, probably not wanting to encourage any stolen vehicles or joyriding. When he greets them at the door of the little cottage next to the church, he makes it seem like he’s been patiently waiting for them the whole time since the text, but Robin knows that probably isn’t the case—he had to prepare, after all. The man’s always seemed to have a sixth sense for visitors. “From what Robin told me in the text, the lot of you have been through quite the ordeal. Usually, I’d offer you a drink, but perhaps you’ve had far too much of that today.”
Jojo giggles a little, softly. It’s hard to tell whether he actually is a little tipsy from his little adventure or whether it’s a giggle of fear. Johan does seem like the type. He certainly has the look of someone who is too confused to be scared. “I, uh—I definitely don’t think I’ve ever met a priest who offered me alcohol.”
“You’ve never experienced Communion, then? I just take it a step further—though of course I don’t proclaim most of the drinks I serve are a miracle.” Confused and slightly approving. If Styx can keep it up—and, from what Robin’s seen, the man certainly can keep it up—then Jojo’s going to be just fine.
Johan manages a smile. He’s still a little on edge, but he’s making an effort.
“I-it’s good to meet you, Father.” Darling’s stammering a little, but then, she’s trying so much more to get through her shy demeanor. She does seem to be religious, though, or at least has a healthy respect for religion (which is honestly maybe where Robin falls).
“And it’s good to meet all of you. Any friends of Beefheart and Robin deserve nothing but the best hospitality I can offer.” Styx gestures at them to follow and turns to enter his home.
As they enter, Fitz’s glance is approving, which is an emotion Robin wasn’t aware he could feel, given what he’d seen before. Well…no, that’s uncharitable. But he’d been so dour recently that it was easy to forget. Since—since Jojo was reckless enough to turn himself into a Lovecraftian Old One, actually. Fair enough, Robin supposes. “You have a nice place here, Father Styx.”
Styx’s reply is interrupted by Jojo. He hasn’t looked at Styx for too long, but his roving eye caught the near liquor store in the second room they’ve entered. The food is spread out, buffet style, and was clearly prepared by Styx before they arrived, but it’s just as obvious the alcohol is a permanen fixture of the room. “Great as it is to meet the nicest priest and friendliest alcoholic I’ve ever met, I stink. Is there any way I can bum a shower off you?”
Styx doesn’t hesitate, but he’s hard to catch off guard. “Of course. Through that door, down the corridor, to the right.” Jojo raises an arm in thanks and disappears through the door.
“Well, you might not want alcohol, but I have other drinks, and I’m sure after a fight you’re famished.” Darling had noticed the food, and the second something like an invitation appeared, she’s already stepping forward to eat. Robin doesn’t bother holding in the chuckle this time, but this time she flashes him a slight smile before continuing to stuff her face with bread.
“I’m sure we’d all appreciate a good launder.” Fitz doesn’t move toward the spread until the kettle whistles, at which point he pours a cup, adding cream and sugar and handing it to Darling, who jumps a little and then smiles at him, too. He gets a second cup with just cream for himself.
Styx nods. “Your clothes won’t be a problem, other than something to wear in the meantime. I know a spell, you see. They’ll come out as good as new.”
“I know Jojo will be pleased. He really seemed to like his outfit,” Robin remarks, just as Beefheart finally joins them and immediately makes a beeline for the cheese after a quick but warm greeting. Which is fair. Cheese is good.
Fitz, meanwhile, is apparently indulging his curiosity. “You said ‘spell’. You wouldn’t happen to be one of the witches he’s mentioned, would you? I’ve never met one in person.”
Styx smiles indulgently, but Robin knows he’s a bit of a show-off who enjoys talking about this as much as he does feeding and taking care of any civilian. “The technical term is ‘technopagan’, though I suppose in my case the ‘pagan’ descriptor is somewhat inaccurate. Perhaps you should refer to me as a technochristian.”
To Robin’s shock, Fitz seems to know the term, rather than teasing out its meaning from the compound word. “You wouldn’t happen to have known a woman named Calendar, would you?”
Styx actually looks surprised, which is even more shocking, considering how much in control of his emotions he is. “Ah, yes. I suppose you’re aware of the generalities of such a position. I had many delightful conversations through email, though unfortunately was unable to visit the States. What happened to her? She stopped responding.”
Fitz winces. “Dead, unfortunately. From a vampire, by the sound of it.”
Styx, on the other hand, looks like he was expecting that. “I’ll pray for her soul. It’s a pity we never met in real life, although for those of our power, it’s not as simple a distinction as for most. Email is a medium of power as well.”
Robin still feels a little left out, but he does his best not to shift and just goes to fill up a plate. A hand stops him, though—Fitz, smiling just a little. “I do enjoy a good story, and Xander—Johan, sorry—tells quite a good one. I’m accepting my role as a thug who loves books. It’s why I’m still so scandalized we were attacked in a library—though I suppose, according to Jojo, that’s not an uncommon phenomenon in his experience. The school was on a Hellmouth.”
“From what I heard, that was quite literal, too,” Styx agrees. And then he frowns as a warning siren sounds.
“What is that?” Beefheart asks, mouth full, instantly summoning her Stand and standing to attention. Robin had never met someone who did that in real life, but she’s just the type to do it.
“Proximity alarm. This village has the occasional zombie or vampire problems, so I’ve tapped into the cameras the station installed. From the sound, someone or something with dark intention crossed the threshold.”
For once, Robin would have liked to be wrong. “Styx, let me fill you in on a murderous little girl I met real quick…”
