Cat Crisis
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madimpossibledreamerJotaro sitting at the table: these kids are all so damn nosy and boisterous...yare yare at least I have experience dealing with this from Josuke and his friends
also Jotaro: plans on never having old man Joseph meet Xander if he can help it. his instincts are good
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Things can't stay quiet in Sunnydale for long.
Word Count: 750
Rating: Teen
Warnings: More references to slight racism re: Jotaro's parentage
“Daaaad,” Buffy whines, just like a little kid, and the marine biologist’s frown lessens just slightly when he glances at her.
“It’ll have to wait,” he states curtly. “Joyce just texted me about a zombie cat.”
He says it seriously, but then, he says everything seriously. Given that he’s willing to drop everything the moment something weird happens, though, he knows necromancers or whatever the hell is going on this week don’t tend to stop at cats. And here, other than another dangerous patrol, it’d been pretty quiet.
Buffy’s face twists, hurt. “Perfect, she only wants me around when I’m useful.”
Before Xander can jump in to defend Joyce, Giles gets there first. “Now, Buffy, I’m sure that’s not—”
“Bullshit,” Dr. Kujo interrupts, and oof, that aura is terrifying. Now Xander has the answer to his question. Before, he’d just been grumpy, which might well be his natural state. Now menace seeps off him, the kind of menace that makes him step out of Buffy’s way when she’s at her angriest. “Maybe she’ll change her mind. But right now—” He bites back the words.
Buffy pats his arm, pain turning to burning anger. “She called us freaks. Kinda implied I ruined her life, being related to Dad.”
Before now, other than the obvious familiarity that might’ve been mind-control or spell-induced, he hadn’t really seen any familial resemblance. Right now, though? Right now, he can absolutely see it.
“But. That doesn’t mean that we’re just going to let some jerk raising cats from the dead to go after her, either.” She doesn’t flinch, even a little, or even interrupt her sentence as Dr. Kujo slams some dollar bills on the table, for a tip for cleaning up after them, he assumes, and stands to his full intimidating height. “Anything else we should know about Deadca7?”
Is that…a musician reference?
Apparently Dr. Kujo does, in fact, express emotions on his face. This one is a full-on smirk, which is kinda terrifying and honestly Xander wishes he’d go back to the kinda-scary-but-clearly-neutral-with-context grumpy expression. “Scared the shit out of her book club, apparently.”
Buffy giggles, eyes sparkling. The two of them barely wait for the rest before they’re striding off.
“Um, Buffy,” Willow starts, hesitant, struggling to keep up, and Buffy just shrugs, not even breathing hard. The scary thing is, with this pace, Xander gets the feeling they’re trying to let the rest keep up, and yeah, okay, Buffy’s the Slayer, what’s her dad’s excuse?
“I’m not out of her life, for the second time, twenty-four hours and already she’s stumbling into something wiggy. Honestly, if she doesn’t want to deal with any of that, she’s gotta get the hell out of the Hellmouth, pronto.”
“You, uh…” Dammit, Xander really needs to take up running, for staying-in-one-piece purposes. “You dealt with zombie cats before, Dr. Kujo?”
He’s not out of breath, either, the unfairly buff jerk. …Maybe that’s why Buffy is, well, Buffy and not Susan or something? Though he can’t see this guy making puns. More’s the pity. “Directly? Zombies, and a zombie dog, animated by fog. Indirectly, dead cat that turned into a plant.”
Huh. No wonder he was so casual about the reference to ‘fighting’ before. He really does know about, and get, the whole Slayer thing. Which, yeah, sure, he gets it now. He’s still not sure about the whole thing, but if Buffy gets a dad that’s not gonna yell at her about not finishing her textbook reading ‘cause the world was gonna end, that’s gotta be of the good, right?
“That had to have been interesting,” he states, somewhat-obviously angling for a story, and the man huffs out more Japanese he can’t understand. He grabs onto the rim of his cap, which is probably a good idea. It’d be a problem if it fell off while they’re practically running to Buffy’s house.
“What it was, was a pain in the ass,” the man explains, and Xander could keep on being offended by the guy and his very existence, but…
…But that’s honestly kinda funny. “Yeah, it’s usually that, too,” he agrees, and—score.
Maybe he’s not actually losing his mojo if he can get Mr. Serious up ahead to smile. Okay, sure, he might be hallucinating or lying to himself, but he’s pretty sure that’s a smile, if a small one, because Buffy inherited all the expression genes in the family.
also Jotaro: plans on never having old man Joseph meet Xander if he can help it. his instincts are good
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Things can't stay quiet in Sunnydale for long.
Word Count: 750
Rating: Teen
Warnings: More references to slight racism re: Jotaro's parentage
When Dr. Kujo comes back, it’s frap-less and frowning at his phone, though.
“Daaaad,” Buffy whines, just like a little kid, and the marine biologist’s frown lessens just slightly when he glances at her.
“It’ll have to wait,” he states curtly. “Joyce just texted me about a zombie cat.”
He says it seriously, but then, he says everything seriously. Given that he’s willing to drop everything the moment something weird happens, though, he knows necromancers or whatever the hell is going on this week don’t tend to stop at cats. And here, other than another dangerous patrol, it’d been pretty quiet.
Buffy’s face twists, hurt. “Perfect, she only wants me around when I’m useful.”
Before Xander can jump in to defend Joyce, Giles gets there first. “Now, Buffy, I’m sure that’s not—”
“Bullshit,” Dr. Kujo interrupts, and oof, that aura is terrifying. Now Xander has the answer to his question. Before, he’d just been grumpy, which might well be his natural state. Now menace seeps off him, the kind of menace that makes him step out of Buffy’s way when she’s at her angriest. “Maybe she’ll change her mind. But right now—” He bites back the words.
Buffy pats his arm, pain turning to burning anger. “She called us freaks. Kinda implied I ruined her life, being related to Dad.”
Before now, other than the obvious familiarity that might’ve been mind-control or spell-induced, he hadn’t really seen any familial resemblance. Right now, though? Right now, he can absolutely see it.
“But. That doesn’t mean that we’re just going to let some jerk raising cats from the dead to go after her, either.” She doesn’t flinch, even a little, or even interrupt her sentence as Dr. Kujo slams some dollar bills on the table, for a tip for cleaning up after them, he assumes, and stands to his full intimidating height. “Anything else we should know about Deadca7?”
Is that…a musician reference?
Apparently Dr. Kujo does, in fact, express emotions on his face. This one is a full-on smirk, which is kinda terrifying and honestly Xander wishes he’d go back to the kinda-scary-but-clearly-neutral-with-context grumpy expression. “Scared the shit out of her book club, apparently.”
Buffy giggles, eyes sparkling. The two of them barely wait for the rest before they’re striding off.
“Um, Buffy,” Willow starts, hesitant, struggling to keep up, and Buffy just shrugs, not even breathing hard. The scary thing is, with this pace, Xander gets the feeling they’re trying to let the rest keep up, and yeah, okay, Buffy’s the Slayer, what’s her dad’s excuse?
“I’m not out of her life, for the second time, twenty-four hours and already she’s stumbling into something wiggy. Honestly, if she doesn’t want to deal with any of that, she’s gotta get the hell out of the Hellmouth, pronto.”
“You, uh…” Dammit, Xander really needs to take up running, for staying-in-one-piece purposes. “You dealt with zombie cats before, Dr. Kujo?”
He’s not out of breath, either, the unfairly buff jerk. …Maybe that’s why Buffy is, well, Buffy and not Susan or something? Though he can’t see this guy making puns. More’s the pity. “Directly? Zombies, and a zombie dog, animated by fog. Indirectly, dead cat that turned into a plant.”
Huh. No wonder he was so casual about the reference to ‘fighting’ before. He really does know about, and get, the whole Slayer thing. Which, yeah, sure, he gets it now. He’s still not sure about the whole thing, but if Buffy gets a dad that’s not gonna yell at her about not finishing her textbook reading ‘cause the world was gonna end, that’s gotta be of the good, right?
“That had to have been interesting,” he states, somewhat-obviously angling for a story, and the man huffs out more Japanese he can’t understand. He grabs onto the rim of his cap, which is probably a good idea. It’d be a problem if it fell off while they’re practically running to Buffy’s house.
“What it was, was a pain in the ass,” the man explains, and Xander could keep on being offended by the guy and his very existence, but…
…But that’s honestly kinda funny. “Yeah, it’s usually that, too,” he agrees, and—score.
Maybe he’s not actually losing his mojo if he can get Mr. Serious up ahead to smile. Okay, sure, he might be hallucinating or lying to himself, but he’s pretty sure that’s a smile, if a small one, because Buffy inherited all the expression genes in the family.
