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madimpossibledreamerso i had a minor crisis writing this part
do planes have walls? does a train have walls? do cars have walls? if not what language would you use to describe it?
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The Joestar Curse strikes again.
Word Count: 1170
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Although when he hears the murmuring of voices from the front, still lowered to minimize the chance of waking up the rest, and he find his head has been carefully pillowed against one of those blankets that was pulled over Darling, maybe the blond will be a little too focused on fixing the problem to be smart about these things.
He gets up cautiously, quickly reaching out to balance himself against the plane’s cabin frame at another drop. His stomach registers the falling feeling before the rest of his body. If necessary, he can use Pretender to help his balance, too.
“Apparently the family really is cursed, I’m sorry,” he greets them quietly.
Beefheart is pointedly ignoring the conversations in favor of checking over the instruments and attempting to steer the plane. By the feel of it, while an engine’s not down, as that would kind of be a bigger problem on a smaller plane like this, it is experiencing, er, technical difficulties.
“This is a look of concern, not anger, though I can see how you would confuse the two,” Fitz corrects gently. “We’re trying to aim for a lake.”
If they plummet out of the sky, a body of water would still pose a problem. “Can LJ lower water resistance or something?”
“We’re going to find out,” Robin states, the grimmest Xander’s seen him.
“Parachutes?” he asks, glancing at Von Stroheim, but Robin quickly shakes his head at that, too.
“It’s not that we don’t have enough—I grabbed enough before we left. The Captain here nixed the idea on account of the fact that whatever’s trying to snipe us out of the sky might be equally likely to try to shoot a hole in a parachute or human body.” Good points. Johan hadn’t considered that, and it’s not like he can fully copy Star Platinum’s accuracy, either, so he can’t catch a bullet in midair and maybe throw it back.
“And we can’t snipe back?” They’d probably already considered that route, considering he’s coming to the conversation late, but it’s worth a try.
“We’re no longer at the altitude where a hole in the plane will cause depressurization—” Fitz begins, which, thanks, Captain Obvious, he’d already figured that one out, “…but the Captain needs to focus on landing, so she can’t create you a sniper rifle, and I’m fairly certain we forgot to pack one.”
Jojo sighs even as he quirks a wry smile. “Damn, I hate packing. I always forget one of the essentials.”
They’re not on the radio. Even if they’d gotten permission for the flight out here (which, honestly, they probably had), a mayday would be more likely to be intercepted by the enemy than a recovery crew (and in any case it’s not like they really have time to be carted off to a hospital from the jungle). There’s no control tower out here with advice.
They’re doing all the right things—a slow approach to minimize the force of impact, the right angle of descent, judging the wind (fortunately light; a storm on the lake would not help matters). The plane shakes again—probably another hit, hopefully not doing more damage to the engine. It sounds like they’ve talked through and found their approach. Admittedly, the slow descent has other dangers, such as being a sitting duck, but if the sniper is that good there’s not a whole lot they can do, even with a small plane, to avoid fire when one of the engines is struggling. Reckless maneuvers just increase the chance of the engine giving up entirely, which would definitely cause problems. If they attempted to hit a tree, one or multiple of their Stands could attempt to help slow the landing, and would possibly help conceal their approach, but Robin and Beefheart know the basics of flight just as well as he does. Better, probably, since they’re not relying on a memory not their own. And Speedwagon, too—he forgets Fitz has a pilot’s license, too.
“Okay, I’m just a distraction up here. I’ll start prepping for us ditching the plane.” He exits the cockpit and it seems Fitz has decided to follow him, because the blond grabs his hand to steady him as the plane lurches again.
“Just checking—I wasn’t as worried about you with a World War II era plane, given your familiarity…” Sure he wasn’t, but that’s not a good idea to point out right now, “…but procedures have changed since then.”
Johan doesn’t roll his eye, though the temptation’s there. He also doesn’t let the ‘yare yare daze’ escape, because this is no time for that, either. “Actually, honestly, you were right the first time; adapting to the lack of the eye was the biggest challenge there. One of Jotaro’s hobbies is reading about planes. We’ve got to secure or jettison anything heavy that could bash somebody in the face when we hit, wake Darling and instruct her in proper crash positioning, and make sure the cabin doors are unlocked so we can get out pretty quickly when we hit the water. Hypothermia and sinking are probably the biggest challenges besides the enemies once we get past the landing.”
Fitz sighs. “I wasn’t trying to pick a fight.”
Jojo pats him on the shoulder. “Right, sorry, just…feeling useless again.”
The blond swallows and looks away. “You are far from useless, Xander.”
This is also definitely not the time for breaking down, because that’s such a contrast to, well, his entire childhood, and the fact that the blond chose this particular moment to call him by that name…
And as if to prove it, Fitz had apparently been paying attention to when he’d woken up Darling before, because rather than touch her, he calls her name quietly instead.
Fortunately, years of surviving had taught Jojo multitasking skills, like securing breakables (luckily, even if they might’ve forgotten a few things, packing light might’ve been the best thing for them) and basking in the much-needed validation.
do planes have walls? does a train have walls? do cars have walls? if not what language would you use to describe it?
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The Joestar Curse strikes again.
Word Count: 1170
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Johan’s jolted awake from uncomfortable dreams about pirahnas to find that his mind wasn’t just making up things about turbulence. His first thought is that Fitz is going to be absolutely insufferable about the ‘I told you so’s. His second is, having experienced the so-called Joestar Plane Curse from multiple different points of view, that it’s not just getting in a plane that’s the problem. If that were the case, Jotaro’s various plane flights traveling around the world or returning to Japan after beating DIO would likewise have ended badly. It’s any flight with an element of risk—and there’s a threshold, even, because if it was just the presence of risk, same thing. Every flight has a tiny possibility of running into some sort of malfunction or problem or the like and there’s no way that can be the case, for the reasons already listed. If an enemy is present actively trying to stop the flight, though, that’s the point at which everything and anything can start going wrong.
Although when he hears the murmuring of voices from the front, still lowered to minimize the chance of waking up the rest, and he find his head has been carefully pillowed against one of those blankets that was pulled over Darling, maybe the blond will be a little too focused on fixing the problem to be smart about these things.
He gets up cautiously, quickly reaching out to balance himself against the plane’s cabin frame at another drop. His stomach registers the falling feeling before the rest of his body. If necessary, he can use Pretender to help his balance, too.
“Apparently the family really is cursed, I’m sorry,” he greets them quietly.
Beefheart is pointedly ignoring the conversations in favor of checking over the instruments and attempting to steer the plane. By the feel of it, while an engine’s not down, as that would kind of be a bigger problem on a smaller plane like this, it is experiencing, er, technical difficulties.
“This is a look of concern, not anger, though I can see how you would confuse the two,” Fitz corrects gently. “We’re trying to aim for a lake.”
If they plummet out of the sky, a body of water would still pose a problem. “Can LJ lower water resistance or something?”
“We’re going to find out,” Robin states, the grimmest Xander’s seen him.
“Parachutes?” he asks, glancing at Von Stroheim, but Robin quickly shakes his head at that, too.
“It’s not that we don’t have enough—I grabbed enough before we left. The Captain here nixed the idea on account of the fact that whatever’s trying to snipe us out of the sky might be equally likely to try to shoot a hole in a parachute or human body.” Good points. Johan hadn’t considered that, and it’s not like he can fully copy Star Platinum’s accuracy, either, so he can’t catch a bullet in midair and maybe throw it back.
“And we can’t snipe back?” They’d probably already considered that route, considering he’s coming to the conversation late, but it’s worth a try.
“We’re no longer at the altitude where a hole in the plane will cause depressurization—” Fitz begins, which, thanks, Captain Obvious, he’d already figured that one out, “…but the Captain needs to focus on landing, so she can’t create you a sniper rifle, and I’m fairly certain we forgot to pack one.”
Jojo sighs even as he quirks a wry smile. “Damn, I hate packing. I always forget one of the essentials.”
They’re not on the radio. Even if they’d gotten permission for the flight out here (which, honestly, they probably had), a mayday would be more likely to be intercepted by the enemy than a recovery crew (and in any case it’s not like they really have time to be carted off to a hospital from the jungle). There’s no control tower out here with advice.
They’re doing all the right things—a slow approach to minimize the force of impact, the right angle of descent, judging the wind (fortunately light; a storm on the lake would not help matters). The plane shakes again—probably another hit, hopefully not doing more damage to the engine. It sounds like they’ve talked through and found their approach. Admittedly, the slow descent has other dangers, such as being a sitting duck, but if the sniper is that good there’s not a whole lot they can do, even with a small plane, to avoid fire when one of the engines is struggling. Reckless maneuvers just increase the chance of the engine giving up entirely, which would definitely cause problems. If they attempted to hit a tree, one or multiple of their Stands could attempt to help slow the landing, and would possibly help conceal their approach, but Robin and Beefheart know the basics of flight just as well as he does. Better, probably, since they’re not relying on a memory not their own. And Speedwagon, too—he forgets Fitz has a pilot’s license, too.
“Okay, I’m just a distraction up here. I’ll start prepping for us ditching the plane.” He exits the cockpit and it seems Fitz has decided to follow him, because the blond grabs his hand to steady him as the plane lurches again.
“Just checking—I wasn’t as worried about you with a World War II era plane, given your familiarity…” Sure he wasn’t, but that’s not a good idea to point out right now, “…but procedures have changed since then.”
Johan doesn’t roll his eye, though the temptation’s there. He also doesn’t let the ‘yare yare daze’ escape, because this is no time for that, either. “Actually, honestly, you were right the first time; adapting to the lack of the eye was the biggest challenge there. One of Jotaro’s hobbies is reading about planes. We’ve got to secure or jettison anything heavy that could bash somebody in the face when we hit, wake Darling and instruct her in proper crash positioning, and make sure the cabin doors are unlocked so we can get out pretty quickly when we hit the water. Hypothermia and sinking are probably the biggest challenges besides the enemies once we get past the landing.”
Fitz sighs. “I wasn’t trying to pick a fight.”
Jojo pats him on the shoulder. “Right, sorry, just…feeling useless again.”
The blond swallows and looks away. “You are far from useless, Xander.”
This is also definitely not the time for breaking down, because that’s such a contrast to, well, his entire childhood, and the fact that the blond chose this particular moment to call him by that name…
And as if to prove it, Fitz had apparently been paying attention to when he’d woken up Darling before, because rather than touch her, he calls her name quietly instead.
Fortunately, years of surviving had taught Jojo multitasking skills, like securing breakables (luckily, even if they might’ve forgotten a few things, packing light might’ve been the best thing for them) and basking in the much-needed validation.
