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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The bats continue to swarm and search for blood.
Word Count: 1009
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Maybe it’s a blessing it’s a little dark, because she can’t see the ground rushing up at her and think too hard about what she’ll look like, or really, what her remains will look like if she doesn’t manage to slow her descent. She doesn’t have to see the evidence of how it’s so much different than all of her previous falls. The candles are the best judge she has, as the flicker of their lights gets bigger far too quickly, but even that’s a little surreal.
The rest move quickly in response, lit by the light from a furious Mr. Brown’s hands, a beacon in the night. She’s not close enough to anything to catch herself by, say, stabbing a column or something to slow down her momentum. She turns her head to look back, pretty sure that she won’t see much—and she’s right, as all she sees is vague shapes against the night sky. Camazotz is too far away, even as he wheels and dives at her. If he caught her, he’d just smash her against the ground anyway.
She sees the Captain’s eyes, hard and merciless, as she lines up the shot, shoots, and the bat Lord of Death shrieks once more, droplets of something wet that is probably blood actually hitting her back. It’s lucky they’re fast enough to stop his second attack, because that means she was too close to another potentially fatal attack. Again.
And then Whisper dives in above her, a flurry of feathers and scales and righteous fury, and just from the way the air moves she can feel the collision, and then the Lord of Death plummets past her in the flickering candlelight.
And then arms catch her. “Nice thinking,” Mr. Brown compliments her, and she shrugs with a sheepish smile, because she doesn’t fully feel like she deserves that.
“Thank you for catching me,” she responds, awkward, as he lets her down, and he laughs and shakes his head even as the sharp sound of the gunfire keeping the swarms away from them echoes in the open dark.
“I meant with Whisper,” he clarifies, and that’s not particularly her, either. Whisper decided to do that on his own. But she’ll take the credit, she supposes, because he really kind of is her partner. Even if she hadn’t had the conscious thought or order, in a really roundabout way as probably an extension of her soul, that was the point, somewhere along the line. It’s not the time to argue about it, in any case, though it doesn’t hurt to send a silent thank you to Whisper. Her Stand puffs up in return, fluffing his wings proudly.
“I’m not sure how long it’ll keep up. It lasts for…” she trails off, realizing that she isn’t particularly sure. She’d only ever used Whisper to try to escape, and it’s not like she’d stuck around to get the specifics of how long anyone who ever attacked her suffered. She’d tried not to think about the suffering, at all, because that wasn’t the point. The point was not to get caught, and the better she got at everything, the less and less common that was. It’d lasted about half a day on Jojo—pain, don’t think about that, not right now when they’re fighting for their lives, later or even better hopefully never because Jojo will join them again and it won’t have to be a thing anymore—and probably would have been even longer if they hadn’t figured out how to undo it. But the Lords of Death are definitely not human, and she wouldn’t have thought Stand powers would work on them. Sure, the rage isn’t much of a difference, as he screams incoherent fury, but the wounds on his body indicate Bleeds to an End was used too. Pride, maybe? If it’s pride, that’s never going to heal unless she dies or gets too far away, because she’s pretty sure no Lord of Death would stop feeling that unless they were dead, and maybe not even then. “Well, at least half a day for humans.”
“I’m good with getting out, like, now,” the Hamon user agrees, notching another arrow on the bowstring. “And on that note, I’m not going to let Johan have all the fun when it comes to the Ripple. Close your eyes, Darling.”
She does, a little slowly, so she doesn’t miss him point his bow at the sky or the very beginning as he breathes in deeply, breathes out, and funnels the bright yellow lightning into the arrow, sending it up like a flare. He’s showing off a little, using his energy to illuminate the entire space. Camazotz shrieks louder, but then, he’s probably used to low-light situations. Sudden light probably acts like when they’ve been watching a film or something at school and then someone turns the lights on without warning anyone, only worse. Actually, no, it’s probably more like when the lightning struck, not too long ago. She’s stopping thinking about this in favor of stabbing a very disoriented bat that gets too close, because again this isn’t the time for her to be thinking too much like this.
“I spotted the exit. Let’s go!” Captain Beefheart yells, leading the charge, swapping rifle for pistol for better mobility. Mr. Brown shoots while he runs, and Darling covers her head with one hand and holds her dagger ready with the other, just in case.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The bats continue to swarm and search for blood.
Word Count: 1009
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Darling has fallen before, if she’s being technical about it. She’d had a lot of practice learning to climb to get in and out of old buildings and find her own ‘nests’ in abandoned locations around London, when she didn’t want to go to her latest ‘home’. Usually, though, that wasn’t that far, because she’d learned to catch herself even if she ended up scraping off some skin in the end. More recently was the point at which the aeroplane was falling out of the sky, and honestly that’s a little bit closer from the way her stomach is swooping.
Maybe it’s a blessing it’s a little dark, because she can’t see the ground rushing up at her and think too hard about what she’ll look like, or really, what her remains will look like if she doesn’t manage to slow her descent. She doesn’t have to see the evidence of how it’s so much different than all of her previous falls. The candles are the best judge she has, as the flicker of their lights gets bigger far too quickly, but even that’s a little surreal.
The rest move quickly in response, lit by the light from a furious Mr. Brown’s hands, a beacon in the night. She’s not close enough to anything to catch herself by, say, stabbing a column or something to slow down her momentum. She turns her head to look back, pretty sure that she won’t see much—and she’s right, as all she sees is vague shapes against the night sky. Camazotz is too far away, even as he wheels and dives at her. If he caught her, he’d just smash her against the ground anyway.
She sees the Captain’s eyes, hard and merciless, as she lines up the shot, shoots, and the bat Lord of Death shrieks once more, droplets of something wet that is probably blood actually hitting her back. It’s lucky they’re fast enough to stop his second attack, because that means she was too close to another potentially fatal attack. Again.
And then Whisper dives in above her, a flurry of feathers and scales and righteous fury, and just from the way the air moves she can feel the collision, and then the Lord of Death plummets past her in the flickering candlelight.
And then arms catch her. “Nice thinking,” Mr. Brown compliments her, and she shrugs with a sheepish smile, because she doesn’t fully feel like she deserves that.
“Thank you for catching me,” she responds, awkward, as he lets her down, and he laughs and shakes his head even as the sharp sound of the gunfire keeping the swarms away from them echoes in the open dark.
“I meant with Whisper,” he clarifies, and that’s not particularly her, either. Whisper decided to do that on his own. But she’ll take the credit, she supposes, because he really kind of is her partner. Even if she hadn’t had the conscious thought or order, in a really roundabout way as probably an extension of her soul, that was the point, somewhere along the line. It’s not the time to argue about it, in any case, though it doesn’t hurt to send a silent thank you to Whisper. Her Stand puffs up in return, fluffing his wings proudly.
“I’m not sure how long it’ll keep up. It lasts for…” she trails off, realizing that she isn’t particularly sure. She’d only ever used Whisper to try to escape, and it’s not like she’d stuck around to get the specifics of how long anyone who ever attacked her suffered. She’d tried not to think about the suffering, at all, because that wasn’t the point. The point was not to get caught, and the better she got at everything, the less and less common that was. It’d lasted about half a day on Jojo—pain, don’t think about that, not right now when they’re fighting for their lives, later or even better hopefully never because Jojo will join them again and it won’t have to be a thing anymore—and probably would have been even longer if they hadn’t figured out how to undo it. But the Lords of Death are definitely not human, and she wouldn’t have thought Stand powers would work on them. Sure, the rage isn’t much of a difference, as he screams incoherent fury, but the wounds on his body indicate Bleeds to an End was used too. Pride, maybe? If it’s pride, that’s never going to heal unless she dies or gets too far away, because she’s pretty sure no Lord of Death would stop feeling that unless they were dead, and maybe not even then. “Well, at least half a day for humans.”
“I’m good with getting out, like, now,” the Hamon user agrees, notching another arrow on the bowstring. “And on that note, I’m not going to let Johan have all the fun when it comes to the Ripple. Close your eyes, Darling.”
She does, a little slowly, so she doesn’t miss him point his bow at the sky or the very beginning as he breathes in deeply, breathes out, and funnels the bright yellow lightning into the arrow, sending it up like a flare. He’s showing off a little, using his energy to illuminate the entire space. Camazotz shrieks louder, but then, he’s probably used to low-light situations. Sudden light probably acts like when they’ve been watching a film or something at school and then someone turns the lights on without warning anyone, only worse. Actually, no, it’s probably more like when the lightning struck, not too long ago. She’s stopping thinking about this in favor of stabbing a very disoriented bat that gets too close, because again this isn’t the time for her to be thinking too much like this.
“I spotted the exit. Let’s go!” Captain Beefheart yells, leading the charge, swapping rifle for pistol for better mobility. Mr. Brown shoots while he runs, and Darling covers her head with one hand and holds her dagger ready with the other, just in case.
