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madimpossibledreamer It’s not clear whether vampires can attack Stands—it’d be dangerous especially with punch-type Stands—but I’ve had Slayers (Buffy) able to see Stands (less well than actual Stand Users, but it’s still a possibility), and for reasons I’m going to need demons to be able to interact with them, too, so it only makes sense for Dio to be able to fight back. (Also, it’d just be really one-sided if he couldn’t, and this is Dio. It’d be slightly insulting if he didn’t have a bit more of an ability to menace.)
It's a fun if hard challenge writing from Dio's POV. It's not something I'd ever considered doing, but I'm glad I'm stepping out of my comfort zone here.
Usual disclaimer about posting before beta's looked at it.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Dio is hardly a helpless punching bag.
Word Count: 1156
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Dio has, in the past, been mocked for being a coward. Some posh types had criticized him for such, back when he’d had to live with—back before he’d been adopted by the Joestars. They’d had empty words about ‘gentlemanly behavior’, as if it wasn’t a rigged game in the first place. It’s simple enough to take a stand when you’re not afraid, when your family name will guarantee you win the war even if you lose the battle. You can afford the handicap of giving yourself rules to follow if you can enrage a mob solely by declaring someone has the audacity to attack the family, by accusing them in front of a copper. It’s easy to blather on about morals and honor when you’re a hypocrite and don’t intend to follow any of the rules yourself. For proof, just look at how it was simplicity itself to put on a shallow façade of the perfect gentleman-in-training, and how many of them had swallowed it without a second glance. Jonathan might have been an exception, in that he meant every word about justice, but he was rare enough. It occasionally occurs to Dio, briefly, to wonder whether Jojo would’ve been taken unawares if Dio had tried to play the role with him, too, rather than attempting to break him. His adoptive brother had on a few occasions demonstrated he could certainly be a little naïve. He quickly dismisses such thoughts, though—what ifs are meaningless, sentimental trivialities.
The other ones that tended to come out with the ‘coward’ comments were the brutes, the ones that thought their fighting prowess rendered them invulnerable to weapons specifically designed to kill men like them on battlefields. Dio didn’t let them get under his skin either, as the state of affairs was pretty clear at this point. They were dead, likely of a bullet or a stab wound, for many, many years by this point, and perhaps one or two of them had made it to die of old age, an age ago. Not things Dio had to concern himself with, anymore. He’d gotten this far by being clever, by picking his battles, by not letting his path be dictated to him, and by the fact that he’d just avoided an attack—if one that’s, seemingly, invisible—it seems that tendency might have just saved him one more time.
Further, some of them might have considered him too cautious, testing his powers, their limits, but it’s clear that this, too, was a wise move when he lets out the pressurized fluid from his eyes in the direction of the invisible attacker, and smirks as he hears a muffled grunt of pain. This Joestar, too, has to be used to pain and fear. Admirable, but now that he’s proven he can cause this pain and fear, so that’s his goal. It’s unclear what, exactly, he’s heard from the family, but it’s clear with all the precautions that this Joestar considers him a potential threat. It’d be rude not to live up to such expectations.
The outraged sound is different. Perhaps a human wouldn’t have noticed the difference, but for him it’s enough to confirm that there’s not merely one, but two attackers here—and, oddly, one of them doesn’t sound human. Joestar isn’t the loner he would claim to be. How very…interesting.
The stream of water that seemingly comes from nowhere would have been fast enough to hit his head if not for his vampiric speed. As it is, he doesn’t manage to fully dodge, and the oddly colored liquid hits his arm, burning and melting as if it’s some sort of acid. He hisses out a wrrrryyy but doesn’t let the pain slow him down. It’s easy enough to figure out where the stream of water came from, even if he can no more see this attacker than the other, and it must be close enough to the surface of the water that it’s vulnerable. Joestar can tell what he’s going to do, as he yells out a warning to a ‘Fitz’, but not quickly enough. Dio rapidly cools his own blood and skin, causing the water to freeze, once again, around himself. If his pain is any indication, the action causes the acid to at least slow down its damage, but more importantly, it apparently catches the other, inhuman creature, from the wail and frantic vibrations coming from the approximate position in the ice he’d been aiming for.
It must be very painful. Humans are still prone to things like hypothermia and frost bite, and while he suspects it’s not human at all, it at least retains the traditional weaknesses of living things. With a show of nonchalance, he starts breaking free of the ice surrounding him. It’d hardly do to sit here in a trap of his own making for Joestar—even a wounded Joestar—to take his best shot. It’d be a perfect time to unleash his eye attack on the creature, but unfortunately the fluid takes some time to replenish itself. If he manages to drain, say, Joestar soon, that would speed up the time required, but then, that’s taking things in the wrong order, in the end.
He tsks, because two can play at this game. Even if, at the moment, he fails to be as menacing as he desires, it’s amusing. “Really, Joestar, I’m impressed. So much power, so much effort, and yet you’ve failed to kill me. How scared of me are you, I wonder?”
“It’s too early to say I’ve failed,” Joestar replies almost instantly, proving that just as he knows enough to taunt Dio effectively, Dio is equally as capable. “You’ll have to say that again after I leave you out for the sun again—oh, wait, you’ll be too dead to say that.” A neat bit of bravado, but he’s given away his location once more. He’s closing in once more, and if he’d managed a sneak attack, perhaps it would’ve been useful.
The vampire quickly analyzes what he knows about his attackers. They’re tangible, if invisible. It’s unclear as to whether he can actually physically touch them, or whether it’s only the ice or the eye attack that can break through their defenses. But he’s almost certain that in at least one case they’re not human, and what’s more, the creature doesn’t sounds like an ordinary animal, either. Yet hurting one had led to a pained, human sound in Joestar’s voice, so wounding them isn’t wasting his time, either.
He digs his fingers into the ice and leverages his new vampire strength hauling it upright. The crack as it breaks is loud, as is the panicked squeal from the creature, before he hauls the ice in front of the second barrage of punches. Perhaps it can get through the barrier, perhaps not, but judging by the blood he can smell falling, the attempt is not without its cost.
It's a fun if hard challenge writing from Dio's POV. It's not something I'd ever considered doing, but I'm glad I'm stepping out of my comfort zone here.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Dio is hardly a helpless punching bag.
Word Count: 1156
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Dio has, in the past, been mocked for being a coward. Some posh types had criticized him for such, back when he’d had to live with—back before he’d been adopted by the Joestars. They’d had empty words about ‘gentlemanly behavior’, as if it wasn’t a rigged game in the first place. It’s simple enough to take a stand when you’re not afraid, when your family name will guarantee you win the war even if you lose the battle. You can afford the handicap of giving yourself rules to follow if you can enrage a mob solely by declaring someone has the audacity to attack the family, by accusing them in front of a copper. It’s easy to blather on about morals and honor when you’re a hypocrite and don’t intend to follow any of the rules yourself. For proof, just look at how it was simplicity itself to put on a shallow façade of the perfect gentleman-in-training, and how many of them had swallowed it without a second glance. Jonathan might have been an exception, in that he meant every word about justice, but he was rare enough. It occasionally occurs to Dio, briefly, to wonder whether Jojo would’ve been taken unawares if Dio had tried to play the role with him, too, rather than attempting to break him. His adoptive brother had on a few occasions demonstrated he could certainly be a little naïve. He quickly dismisses such thoughts, though—what ifs are meaningless, sentimental trivialities.
The other ones that tended to come out with the ‘coward’ comments were the brutes, the ones that thought their fighting prowess rendered them invulnerable to weapons specifically designed to kill men like them on battlefields. Dio didn’t let them get under his skin either, as the state of affairs was pretty clear at this point. They were dead, likely of a bullet or a stab wound, for many, many years by this point, and perhaps one or two of them had made it to die of old age, an age ago. Not things Dio had to concern himself with, anymore. He’d gotten this far by being clever, by picking his battles, by not letting his path be dictated to him, and by the fact that he’d just avoided an attack—if one that’s, seemingly, invisible—it seems that tendency might have just saved him one more time.
Further, some of them might have considered him too cautious, testing his powers, their limits, but it’s clear that this, too, was a wise move when he lets out the pressurized fluid from his eyes in the direction of the invisible attacker, and smirks as he hears a muffled grunt of pain. This Joestar, too, has to be used to pain and fear. Admirable, but now that he’s proven he can cause this pain and fear, so that’s his goal. It’s unclear what, exactly, he’s heard from the family, but it’s clear with all the precautions that this Joestar considers him a potential threat. It’d be rude not to live up to such expectations.
The outraged sound is different. Perhaps a human wouldn’t have noticed the difference, but for him it’s enough to confirm that there’s not merely one, but two attackers here—and, oddly, one of them doesn’t sound human. Joestar isn’t the loner he would claim to be. How very…interesting.
The stream of water that seemingly comes from nowhere would have been fast enough to hit his head if not for his vampiric speed. As it is, he doesn’t manage to fully dodge, and the oddly colored liquid hits his arm, burning and melting as if it’s some sort of acid. He hisses out a wrrrryyy but doesn’t let the pain slow him down. It’s easy enough to figure out where the stream of water came from, even if he can no more see this attacker than the other, and it must be close enough to the surface of the water that it’s vulnerable. Joestar can tell what he’s going to do, as he yells out a warning to a ‘Fitz’, but not quickly enough. Dio rapidly cools his own blood and skin, causing the water to freeze, once again, around himself. If his pain is any indication, the action causes the acid to at least slow down its damage, but more importantly, it apparently catches the other, inhuman creature, from the wail and frantic vibrations coming from the approximate position in the ice he’d been aiming for.
It must be very painful. Humans are still prone to things like hypothermia and frost bite, and while he suspects it’s not human at all, it at least retains the traditional weaknesses of living things. With a show of nonchalance, he starts breaking free of the ice surrounding him. It’d hardly do to sit here in a trap of his own making for Joestar—even a wounded Joestar—to take his best shot. It’d be a perfect time to unleash his eye attack on the creature, but unfortunately the fluid takes some time to replenish itself. If he manages to drain, say, Joestar soon, that would speed up the time required, but then, that’s taking things in the wrong order, in the end.
He tsks, because two can play at this game. Even if, at the moment, he fails to be as menacing as he desires, it’s amusing. “Really, Joestar, I’m impressed. So much power, so much effort, and yet you’ve failed to kill me. How scared of me are you, I wonder?”
“It’s too early to say I’ve failed,” Joestar replies almost instantly, proving that just as he knows enough to taunt Dio effectively, Dio is equally as capable. “You’ll have to say that again after I leave you out for the sun again—oh, wait, you’ll be too dead to say that.” A neat bit of bravado, but he’s given away his location once more. He’s closing in once more, and if he’d managed a sneak attack, perhaps it would’ve been useful.
The vampire quickly analyzes what he knows about his attackers. They’re tangible, if invisible. It’s unclear as to whether he can actually physically touch them, or whether it’s only the ice or the eye attack that can break through their defenses. But he’s almost certain that in at least one case they’re not human, and what’s more, the creature doesn’t sounds like an ordinary animal, either. Yet hurting one had led to a pained, human sound in Joestar’s voice, so wounding them isn’t wasting his time, either.
He digs his fingers into the ice and leverages his new vampire strength hauling it upright. The crack as it breaks is loud, as is the panicked squeal from the creature, before he hauls the ice in front of the second barrage of punches. Perhaps it can get through the barrier, perhaps not, but judging by the blood he can smell falling, the attempt is not without its cost.
