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madimpossibledreamer#downwiththewizards #longliveORC
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The brothers and the jaguars have come to play.
Word Count: 1017
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“You’re not supposed to move!” Zipacna yells as the table smashes and pieces fall on her.
“We have no reason to listen,” the Captain disagrees over the sound of her and Mr. Brown shooting at the Lord of Death without hesitation. If the fact that living things act with survival in mind makes him angry, then no wonder he’s furious all the time.
She glances up into gold eyes, and the jaguar looks like it’s grinning at her, before it yawns and backs off, shaking off chunks of stone from its back, to stare directly at Zipacna, ready at her side.
She gets back up on her feet, Whisper next to her, wings outstretched like he’s trying to intimidate. It’s a little silly, really, like the funny face a pufferfish makes when it attempts to convince other fish it’s dangerous, really, don’t mess with it, but Whisper can probably use Bleeds to an End. Of course, if the only thing he’s feeling is rage, that might make him more dangerous—at least it might interfere with his ability to see? What would humiliation do? The issue, obviously, is Whisper getting close and getting away before the large alligator-looking deity smacks him with claws or tail.
Neither of her friends seems inclined to just let him speak as he pleases, but it doesn’t seem to matter, with the scales serving as a dragon-like hide rejecting bullet and arrow alike. Frustrated by the lack of response, they start aiming for the eyes. Zipacna’s claw comes up in time to deflect the shot, but the arrow buries itself in one eye, hamon crackling around the shaft.
Unfortunately the Lord of Death doesn’t seem too concerned about the development, because all he does is pull the arrow out, eye and all, and bites down slow and threatening, otherwise ignoring the humans in favor of staring at the jaguars. Darling isn’t quite sure what eating an arrowhead, some wood, and his own eye is meant to convey, but then, perhaps there’s a reason he’d been labeled as one of the less intelligent of the Lords of Death. The fact that he shrugged off the Ripple, honestly, is more intimidating, but it seems that somehow that thought hadn’t occurred to him. Zipacna sneers, exposing fangs at least half a meter long in toothy disdain. “You ungrateful traitor. You’re only here because we put you here. We’ll break you, too, if you aren’t willing to give proper respect.”
The jaguar expresses that it’s not concerned by the threat at all, beginning a low, rumbling growl occasionally punctuated by hisses that would make Darling back away if she wasn’t fairly sure showing weakness here could be a problem. Its tail jerks back and forth, and it seems poised for a spring.
“Brother! It’s a full revolt!” Cabrakan yells, before letting out a sound of pain that Darling can’t describe in any way other than what she’d imagine a dinosaur being attacked would sound like. She glances over to see blood and one jaguar hanging onto an arm, teeth crunching down harder. Four or five more wait. None of them are growling, but each are ready to pounce, teeth at the ready. When Cabrakan tries to crush the jaguar against the wall, those teeth let go and the jaguar leaps away with a bound, blood smeared across its maw. No wonder it’s not worried, when it has backup. Von Stroheim and Mr. Brown’s shots are carefully, perfectly aimed to hit the Lords of Death and not the jaguar army, with one well-aimed arrow burying itself just above the wounded arm. Hamon seems just as weak against Cabrakan, so Mr. Brown gives up trying to use it at all, probably also in deference to the fact that it might be dangerous for their new jaguar friends.
“What does your master Balam have to say? Does he wish the whole of Xibalba to himself?” Zipacna demands, even though there’s no clear indication that they could speak or would if they could.
And then something runs beneath her feet, knocking her forward—another jaguar, seemingly determined to carry her elsewhere, and as if that were a signal the rest spring, at least one aiming for Cabrakan’s head. One or the other of the brothers hits the ground, the resulting shockwave damaging the stone of ground, walls, and pillars alike, but as if anticipating the precise breakage the jaguar leaps, Darling’s fingers twisted in the fur as she hangs on for dear life.
“This is not your fight to steal, jaguars!” Cabrakan yells, frustrated, before more dinosaur-like growling ensues behind her, suggesting that other jaguars fetched her friends, too, as they run swiftly down the no-longer pristine corridor.
She doesn’t get to see much of the destruction, only the careful way the jaguar picks around the stone and the occasional jumps at breakneck speed. It’s not moving quite as fast as an automobile, but unless the brothers are a lot faster than they look, they’re not catching up anytime soon. Whisper lands on her shoulder and curls up, feathers glistening like a rainbow in the wind.
And then the headlong dash skids to a stop, the paws skidding slightly as it attempts to stop before hitting something, and she finally gets to look. It looks like flooding, with one wall torn down and a lake trickling in.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The brothers and the jaguars have come to play.
Word Count: 1017
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The others are too far away to do anything, and Darling feels herself freeze, unable to move even as it feels like the massive stone table comes toward her. Something just smashes into her, and she’s confused for a second, because that feels a whole lot softer if no less heavy. She feels the whoosh of the air over her face as the table barely misses her head. It’s not the table because she’s not a dead smear on the wall. She might be bruised, but her bones don’t even feel broken. Briefly, the only conclusion she can come to is that Whisper was the one who saved her, but once she shakes off the daze she realizes that the weight is incorrect.
“You’re not supposed to move!” Zipacna yells as the table smashes and pieces fall on her.
“We have no reason to listen,” the Captain disagrees over the sound of her and Mr. Brown shooting at the Lord of Death without hesitation. If the fact that living things act with survival in mind makes him angry, then no wonder he’s furious all the time.
She glances up into gold eyes, and the jaguar looks like it’s grinning at her, before it yawns and backs off, shaking off chunks of stone from its back, to stare directly at Zipacna, ready at her side.
She gets back up on her feet, Whisper next to her, wings outstretched like he’s trying to intimidate. It’s a little silly, really, like the funny face a pufferfish makes when it attempts to convince other fish it’s dangerous, really, don’t mess with it, but Whisper can probably use Bleeds to an End. Of course, if the only thing he’s feeling is rage, that might make him more dangerous—at least it might interfere with his ability to see? What would humiliation do? The issue, obviously, is Whisper getting close and getting away before the large alligator-looking deity smacks him with claws or tail.
Neither of her friends seems inclined to just let him speak as he pleases, but it doesn’t seem to matter, with the scales serving as a dragon-like hide rejecting bullet and arrow alike. Frustrated by the lack of response, they start aiming for the eyes. Zipacna’s claw comes up in time to deflect the shot, but the arrow buries itself in one eye, hamon crackling around the shaft.
Unfortunately the Lord of Death doesn’t seem too concerned about the development, because all he does is pull the arrow out, eye and all, and bites down slow and threatening, otherwise ignoring the humans in favor of staring at the jaguars. Darling isn’t quite sure what eating an arrowhead, some wood, and his own eye is meant to convey, but then, perhaps there’s a reason he’d been labeled as one of the less intelligent of the Lords of Death. The fact that he shrugged off the Ripple, honestly, is more intimidating, but it seems that somehow that thought hadn’t occurred to him. Zipacna sneers, exposing fangs at least half a meter long in toothy disdain. “You ungrateful traitor. You’re only here because we put you here. We’ll break you, too, if you aren’t willing to give proper respect.”
The jaguar expresses that it’s not concerned by the threat at all, beginning a low, rumbling growl occasionally punctuated by hisses that would make Darling back away if she wasn’t fairly sure showing weakness here could be a problem. Its tail jerks back and forth, and it seems poised for a spring.
“Brother! It’s a full revolt!” Cabrakan yells, before letting out a sound of pain that Darling can’t describe in any way other than what she’d imagine a dinosaur being attacked would sound like. She glances over to see blood and one jaguar hanging onto an arm, teeth crunching down harder. Four or five more wait. None of them are growling, but each are ready to pounce, teeth at the ready. When Cabrakan tries to crush the jaguar against the wall, those teeth let go and the jaguar leaps away with a bound, blood smeared across its maw. No wonder it’s not worried, when it has backup. Von Stroheim and Mr. Brown’s shots are carefully, perfectly aimed to hit the Lords of Death and not the jaguar army, with one well-aimed arrow burying itself just above the wounded arm. Hamon seems just as weak against Cabrakan, so Mr. Brown gives up trying to use it at all, probably also in deference to the fact that it might be dangerous for their new jaguar friends.
“What does your master Balam have to say? Does he wish the whole of Xibalba to himself?” Zipacna demands, even though there’s no clear indication that they could speak or would if they could.
And then something runs beneath her feet, knocking her forward—another jaguar, seemingly determined to carry her elsewhere, and as if that were a signal the rest spring, at least one aiming for Cabrakan’s head. One or the other of the brothers hits the ground, the resulting shockwave damaging the stone of ground, walls, and pillars alike, but as if anticipating the precise breakage the jaguar leaps, Darling’s fingers twisted in the fur as she hangs on for dear life.
“This is not your fight to steal, jaguars!” Cabrakan yells, frustrated, before more dinosaur-like growling ensues behind her, suggesting that other jaguars fetched her friends, too, as they run swiftly down the no-longer pristine corridor.
She doesn’t get to see much of the destruction, only the careful way the jaguar picks around the stone and the occasional jumps at breakneck speed. It’s not moving quite as fast as an automobile, but unless the brothers are a lot faster than they look, they’re not catching up anytime soon. Whisper lands on her shoulder and curls up, feathers glistening like a rainbow in the wind.
And then the headlong dash skids to a stop, the paws skidding slightly as it attempts to stop before hitting something, and she finally gets to look. It looks like flooding, with one wall torn down and a lake trickling in.
