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The usual, read it's been marked as beta'd if you want to hope to avoid sudden chapter changes.
~Dreamer~
Chapter is beta'd.

Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Johan and Fitz find the civilian in distress.
Word Count: 1420
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS

 

           Of course, when Fitz and Johan get there, it’s some creep of a zombie menacing a lady with an unnaturally long tongue while a weirdo with a really long arms and a vaguely normal looking zombie cackle like they’ve heard the funniest joke ever told.  Unlike a lot of the zombies they’ve seen, it’s talking, probably some sort of disgusting filth, going by Jonathan’s memories.  One turns to trash talk Jojo before the fight, and while, yes, he’s probably supposed to actually sit and listen to the drivel, based on the ancient rules of combat or whatever—but nah.  Waste of time, and it’s entirely possible the ones watching aren’t going to play fair, either.  They’re villains.  And he doesn’t have to actually hear what they’re saying to get the gist from the scream or the woman’s terrified face.
           So Johan takes his inspiration from Styx’s consecrated field or whatever it is he’d call it.  It’d given him ideas, and he’d been itching to try them out, anyway.  Particularly after seeing Pretender use Hamon, since he’s not sure human joints are good for this kind of stunt.
           Pretender crouches, gathering energy in his legs and breathing in deeply (do other Stands even breathe?  do they need to?  obviously, if he’s using Sendo, but—), and then takes a leap.  Definitely higher than Jojo could jump, even with a lot of practice leaping over tombstones (when he’s not being thrown into them), so that’s probably a good thing.  Jump height is probably a factor in how dangerous this attack turns out.
           Now seems as good a time as any to name the move.  “Sunlight Hamon Field!”
           And then he slams down, fist-first, into the ground.  Xander feels an echo of the pain—after all, it’s not like Pretender has actual gauntlets, so of course it hurts a little.  The effect is pretty much what he’d envisioned, a growing golden field of light, with rising sparkles, just like what he’d seen with Styx’s move (although in a different color).  At first, the zombies just stare.  It’s possible they couldn’t even see the Stand, let alone fight it.  But then the first one starts crumbling, and the others panic, attempting to run.  It’s strangely intelligent for a lot of these undead types.  A lot have the kind of ego that makes them think they’re a match for a Slayer—or, rather, maybe that’s just the kind he and Buffy have been unlucky enough to find.  He vaguely remembers something about Spike being considered one of the weird ones, seeking out Slayers for fights.  The point is, it’s unusual in his experience, but fortunately, not something he has to allow.  One of them’s not fast enough to escape the widening field, and the other isn’t watching where he’s going and runs from Pretender at the epicenter toward Johan and Fitz.  The blond cooly shoots Arms, and the thing starts melting.  He’d first seen that in the churchyard, and it never gets less impressively terrifying.
           All right, so the weird crumbling thing they do when hit with Hamon is strange, too.  But at least it doesn’t look painful.  Maybe he would’ve said it all blustery when he was younger that he doesn’t care if a vampire feels pain, wouldn’t have minded torturing one or two, but he’s not that ridiculous kid anymore.  Maybe it’s just…normal humans don’t burn under sunlight.  Normal humans don’t crumble into ash when exposed to Sendo techniques.  But normal humans absolutely do react to acid—surprisingly, he’d learned that in class and not in a battle or, say, working construction—and strong enough acid can melt a person’s flesh right off their bones.  Which makes it easier to imagine, to put yourself in their shoes.  In this case, not a very pleasant experience.
           The only thing that really helps is that he’d seen the blond flinch before, in the churchyard.  Sure, he’s acting all tough now, but the power freaked him out too, and for whatever reason that’s reassuring.  He could stand to be more honest about his feelings, too, but like Xander’s one to talk.  It’s not easy, for sure, but he should try.  Jojo should too, really.
           So while he looks all undisturbed by Arms screaming and melting in a way that probably should have been one of the things Johan had seen before this point given his usual experience, he’s not.  Not completely.  He’d said he’d stopped caring about other people, but from what the one-eyed guy right here can see, it’s more of an effort than something that just happened one day when he woke up.
           He’s pretty good at the act by this point, though, stepping out of the way of one long, wavy arm that tries to grab him with no change in expression, not even pausing when reloading the water gun.  Jojo had known that had been a good idea, and even better, at some point it might get the blond to loosen up.  He’d been worried about Fitz running out of ‘ammo’, but forgot that the blond happened to carry around a few extra water bottles, just in case.
           The woman doesn’t move until the zombie stops screaming, and even then, she doesn’t seem to want to move.  It’s only when he starts to approach her that she comes back to life.
           “What were those things?” she demands, clearly shaken.  Fair response, really.
           “You’re better off not knowing, ma’am.”  He pauses.
           As if reading his mind, Fitz pops up behind him.  “I’d love to help, but we’re magnets for trouble I’m afraid.”  He’s more businesslike when he addresses Johan.  We could try to escort her, but if Miss Murder sees us again, being near us won’t stay safe for long.”
           Also, yeah, probably good idea not to mention killer rabbits near a civilian.  He’s no particularly good at talking to civilians.
           “If you can get in a car and get to the church, that’s probably the safest option,” Johan offers as an alternative.  It definitely wasn’t a universal, but a lot of vampires over the years had experienced issues chasing down cars, and if these were zombies brought back from the late 1800s, they wouldn’t be particularly familiar with motorized vehicles, either.
           “Good luck,” Fitz adds, and it’s not mere words.
           She nods decisively.  “You don’t have to tell me twice; I’m gone.  You should thank the weird knight for me.”  She runs off, and he must be in thought too long, because the blond tsks.
           “I am absolutely convinced that being able to run in heels is this super-impressive superpower.”  Focuses his tired eye on Fitz’s face.  Because he’d managed to get some good sleep for once and it’s already been a long day.  Again.  “You’re not that nice when you talk to me.”
           The frown disappears, turning instead into a slight smirk.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was a prerequisite for being your friend.”
           Jojo grins in return.  “Always,” he quips.  Now he gets why Buffy does it so much in combat.  It’s kind of energizing.  “I mean, it’s part of the word ‘friendly’ and all.”  Before they get too sidetracked with him goofing off, though, he adds, “When she said ‘knight’, you don’t think he meant—”
           “Bruford or Tarkus?  I hadn’t considered it before, but they were zombies that died in this area.  If Miss Murder is bringing back all of them…”  The blond trails off as Jojo makes a face.  “What’s wrong?”
           Xander shivers, trying to stay light despite what Speedwagon’s words just made him think about.  “Oh, just, thought of the bad.  I hope it’s a one-time deal.”
           Fitz actually thinks about that, rather than just mocking it for being a terrible idea.  It’s slightly concerning until he actually voices his conclusion out loud.  “Well, we only had the one flood of beer, so presumably, yes.”
           Good.  Right.  This is the reason he didn’t handle much more than explosives and formations.  “Right.  Okay, ignore Mr. Worst Case Scenario right here.  If the knight saved her, it’s probably either Bruford, having come to his senses, or one of the other knights that used to train in Windknight’s Lot.”  And then his roving eye spots the gravestones.  Maybe—okay, probably—it says a lot about him that he’s familiar with graveyards around the world, and they’re a weird sort of well-known haunt.  “Hey, graveyard!”  He bows slightly and gestures, and Fitz smiles but he shakes his head too.  Johan will take it.  Hopefully they find more answers here.

 

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