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~dreamer~
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Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Robin figures out how Pixie's Stand works.
Word Count: 1081
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The bad news doesn’t stop coming, but then, in Robin’s experience, it rarely does. Like the universe gets on a roll and forgets how to do anything else. Judging by the way Violent Whispers is flying back, agitated, the results of the scouting expedition weren’t particularly good.
“Colorful vampire sighted?” he ventures after loosing off another arrow and letting Darling confer with her Stand frantically.
“They’re attacking the civilians.” Random townspeople who have done nothing to deserve it, in other words. It’s the statues all over again.
“Young lady, you have to stop! They have done nothing to deserve this fate!” For the first time, Styx sounds off-balance, but then these are his friends, his flock. And it seems that Robin’s figured out the weakness in Styx’s power faster than their adversary. He’d called the church (and, by extension, the grounds, clearly) could be considered his holy domain. That could not be said of the surrounding town, though. He wouldn’t count the Father out of the fight, but on the other hand that extra oomph from faith probably doesn’t help him outside of his little patch of land.
“Only the adults touched by sin will be targeted. The rest will be fine.” Robin frowns. …Is it just him, or does Pixie actually sound unsure? Like she doesn’t know, she only hopes. That could change everything.
“She’s not in control,” he states softly, thoughts racing to try to come up with a containment plan, an evacuation strategy.
“What?” Beefheart heard him. She’s just questioning his conclusion.
He forgets himself for a moment, too excited explaining himself to remember the teenager by his side. “You’re talking to the spotter, not the supply sergeant. I know what I’m talking about.” It’d been just a small tell, but he was good at spotting those. “Okay, you’re a kid, your parents were probably abusive, and your Stand comes out and murders them. Probably. What happens? You convince yourself it’s not your fault, or you break. Maybe both. Maybe the Stand’s acting against any perceived threat, maybe it’s acting on its own, because I swear that furball had malicious eyes, but either way, she doesn’t know. She said this Miss Murder was the one that marked the good people from the bad people.”
Darling stills, and it occurs to him he should probably apologize before she speaks. “She said something like that to me. That Miss Murder protects her and knows who has sin, whatever that means to a murder bunny. And that she’ll act on people who are either bad or that she’s not sure about.” She grimaces. “So, if we’re right and just were kind of oblivious before—” he’d protest that, but she’s not wrong—“…it doesn’t matter whether Pixie agrees to give up the crusade to kill all the bad people in the world.”
“And it doesn’t matter whether Pixie’s convinced that her precious Stand won’t hurt good people, because she’s so deep in delusion anyway. Anyone that dies, she’ll just claim they were evil and not give it a second thought.” Beefheart’s usually cool-headed, and don’t get him wrong, this time isn’t any different. But this time, unlike usual, he can feel her burning anger grow like a fiery aura around her.
“I mean, it’s probably half for herself. She has to define the world this way, or she’s evil and the world isn’t safe, or getting safer. She’s trying to convince herself as much as us,” Darling insists. She makes a face. “Thank goodness for Fitz and Jojo, or I could be a murder girl scout, too.”
Robin smirks, shooting off another arrow. “Instead, you’re just a thief girl scout. It’s a big improvement.”
“Hey, it is!” she protests, torn between the impulse to shove him lightly and the knowledge that they’re on a roof and could fall off.
“If you’re done with the Big Roof Conference, you maybe wanna come down and help evacuate civilians? Again? Fitz and I could clear a path for you,” Jojo calls, still showing no signs of getting breathless. Pretty good. Robin wouldn’t mind a little downtime training, trading technique tips. But then, judging by how things are going so far, downtime is a thing that probably won’t really happen for a while.
“Actually, that would be a task that would suit all of you. I can hold this place alone, but doing so and leaving would be difficult.” Just the slightest hint of strain in his voice, but it’s a good indication. Either the spell isn’t as effortless as he’s making it seem, or he’s really worried about the others outside.
“Only if you keep the home fires burning,” Jojo retorts, and he’s spotted the same thing. He’s pretty good at that casual, unconcerned air.
“As long as you have civilians to evacuate, I’ll keep this place safe. Though I fear my hospitality might be a little worse for the wear, after all this.” Styx waves them on.
“Robin and Darling aren’t going anywhere!” Pixie stamps her foot angrily, and yet more zombies rise from the ground.
Oh. Right. They’re also kind of hostages, or at least intended hostages. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to be all that good at keeping up, unless she’s got yet another power he doesn’t know about. “Are you any good at climbing, Darling?”
She smiles brightly. “How do you think I got into places? I’m not much good at strength, but keep moving and I’ll be good.”
“A line to the next building?” he asks, already pulling out and slotting the appropriate arrow.
“Child’s play.” Which, honestly, she probably did mess around with as a child, if only washing lines or whatever.
She opts to slide down after him, he notices, using a handkerchief, laughing all the way. “Mr. Speedwagon’s. I borrowed it at the zoo.”
By the way she flinches slightly after she says that, it’s a question for another day.
“Neat exit, but you didn’t need it! We kinda got the aggro!” Jojo yells, running past, Fitz solidly beside him, as they run away from a crowd of zombies. Which are definitely of the fast variety.
Robin blinks. That easy, huh? That being said, it looks like he’s definitely a master of his family’s Secret Technique.
“I wonder what he did,” Darling muses, and Robin shrugs.
“It won’t help if we know, since we’re trying to stay out of reach,” he points out sensibly, even if he’s curious, too. “Come on, let’s start with the easy ones.”
~dreamer~
now brought to you with 100% more beta
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Robin figures out how Pixie's Stand works.
Word Count: 1081
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The bad news doesn’t stop coming, but then, in Robin’s experience, it rarely does. Like the universe gets on a roll and forgets how to do anything else. Judging by the way Violent Whispers is flying back, agitated, the results of the scouting expedition weren’t particularly good.
“Colorful vampire sighted?” he ventures after loosing off another arrow and letting Darling confer with her Stand frantically.
“They’re attacking the civilians.” Random townspeople who have done nothing to deserve it, in other words. It’s the statues all over again.
“Young lady, you have to stop! They have done nothing to deserve this fate!” For the first time, Styx sounds off-balance, but then these are his friends, his flock. And it seems that Robin’s figured out the weakness in Styx’s power faster than their adversary. He’d called the church (and, by extension, the grounds, clearly) could be considered his holy domain. That could not be said of the surrounding town, though. He wouldn’t count the Father out of the fight, but on the other hand that extra oomph from faith probably doesn’t help him outside of his little patch of land.
“Only the adults touched by sin will be targeted. The rest will be fine.” Robin frowns. …Is it just him, or does Pixie actually sound unsure? Like she doesn’t know, she only hopes. That could change everything.
“She’s not in control,” he states softly, thoughts racing to try to come up with a containment plan, an evacuation strategy.
“What?” Beefheart heard him. She’s just questioning his conclusion.
He forgets himself for a moment, too excited explaining himself to remember the teenager by his side. “You’re talking to the spotter, not the supply sergeant. I know what I’m talking about.” It’d been just a small tell, but he was good at spotting those. “Okay, you’re a kid, your parents were probably abusive, and your Stand comes out and murders them. Probably. What happens? You convince yourself it’s not your fault, or you break. Maybe both. Maybe the Stand’s acting against any perceived threat, maybe it’s acting on its own, because I swear that furball had malicious eyes, but either way, she doesn’t know. She said this Miss Murder was the one that marked the good people from the bad people.”
Darling stills, and it occurs to him he should probably apologize before she speaks. “She said something like that to me. That Miss Murder protects her and knows who has sin, whatever that means to a murder bunny. And that she’ll act on people who are either bad or that she’s not sure about.” She grimaces. “So, if we’re right and just were kind of oblivious before—” he’d protest that, but she’s not wrong—“…it doesn’t matter whether Pixie agrees to give up the crusade to kill all the bad people in the world.”
“And it doesn’t matter whether Pixie’s convinced that her precious Stand won’t hurt good people, because she’s so deep in delusion anyway. Anyone that dies, she’ll just claim they were evil and not give it a second thought.” Beefheart’s usually cool-headed, and don’t get him wrong, this time isn’t any different. But this time, unlike usual, he can feel her burning anger grow like a fiery aura around her.
“I mean, it’s probably half for herself. She has to define the world this way, or she’s evil and the world isn’t safe, or getting safer. She’s trying to convince herself as much as us,” Darling insists. She makes a face. “Thank goodness for Fitz and Jojo, or I could be a murder girl scout, too.”
Robin smirks, shooting off another arrow. “Instead, you’re just a thief girl scout. It’s a big improvement.”
“Hey, it is!” she protests, torn between the impulse to shove him lightly and the knowledge that they’re on a roof and could fall off.
“If you’re done with the Big Roof Conference, you maybe wanna come down and help evacuate civilians? Again? Fitz and I could clear a path for you,” Jojo calls, still showing no signs of getting breathless. Pretty good. Robin wouldn’t mind a little downtime training, trading technique tips. But then, judging by how things are going so far, downtime is a thing that probably won’t really happen for a while.
“Actually, that would be a task that would suit all of you. I can hold this place alone, but doing so and leaving would be difficult.” Just the slightest hint of strain in his voice, but it’s a good indication. Either the spell isn’t as effortless as he’s making it seem, or he’s really worried about the others outside.
“Only if you keep the home fires burning,” Jojo retorts, and he’s spotted the same thing. He’s pretty good at that casual, unconcerned air.
“As long as you have civilians to evacuate, I’ll keep this place safe. Though I fear my hospitality might be a little worse for the wear, after all this.” Styx waves them on.
“Robin and Darling aren’t going anywhere!” Pixie stamps her foot angrily, and yet more zombies rise from the ground.
Oh. Right. They’re also kind of hostages, or at least intended hostages. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to be all that good at keeping up, unless she’s got yet another power he doesn’t know about. “Are you any good at climbing, Darling?”
She smiles brightly. “How do you think I got into places? I’m not much good at strength, but keep moving and I’ll be good.”
“A line to the next building?” he asks, already pulling out and slotting the appropriate arrow.
“Child’s play.” Which, honestly, she probably did mess around with as a child, if only washing lines or whatever.
She opts to slide down after him, he notices, using a handkerchief, laughing all the way. “Mr. Speedwagon’s. I borrowed it at the zoo.”
By the way she flinches slightly after she says that, it’s a question for another day.
“Neat exit, but you didn’t need it! We kinda got the aggro!” Jojo yells, running past, Fitz solidly beside him, as they run away from a crowd of zombies. Which are definitely of the fast variety.
Robin blinks. That easy, huh? That being said, it looks like he’s definitely a master of his family’s Secret Technique.
“I wonder what he did,” Darling muses, and Robin shrugs.
“It won’t help if we know, since we’re trying to stay out of reach,” he points out sensibly, even if he’s curious, too. “Come on, let’s start with the easy ones.”