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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: They escape only to encounter traps.
Word Count: 1010
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The pessimistic line of thought says that there’s no way they can keep it up, that they’ve just gotten lucky so far. The thief in her says that luck is its own kind of skill and that the very best manage to place themselves in the sorts of circumstances to take advantage of luck, essentially fixing their own odds. Most of her says that the exact circumstances don’t matter, because she needs to approach the other Houses the same either way, and not get too confident. Sure, she’d been overthinking the questionable pool in the House of Jaguars, but they’re not going to keep being that lucky, are they?
The rest of the bat swarm they successfully manage to keep at a distance, and Camazotz never manages to catch up. Yet again she feels grateful for the healing wave, but worried that this keeps being needed, because surely even if he’s gone through a bunch of training Mr. Brown can’t keep this up indefinitely. None of them can.
It’s only the movement inconsistent with the opening of the door that warns her. She’ll experience that kind of thing on occasion, most commonly when she’s trying to enter a room and it turns out that it’s actually occupied. Sometimes, if they’re not already suspicious, she can play it off as being lost and take off before anyone sees her, but that’s not a possibility here. Here is actively hostile. The rush of air isn’t consistent with the movement of a human or a bat chasing them in, though.
She shoves herself and Mr. Brown out of the way. And there’s a loud clanging, the sound of something large and heavy smacking into something else large and heavy. She glances up from where she’s thrown herself, hands over her head like they’re going to be attacked again by the bats. She’s always picked up things like that quickly, and it’s hard to remind herself that the danger’s not the same anymore, particularly since it’s not like it’s all safe now.
Panzermensch is standing, arms crossed and looming, probably ticked off on behalf of its User. The Captain hadn’t been happy about all these delays before, when it was just traps, but at least it seems she had kept all of that in mind.
Because they’re in a room of traps. That’s one of those swinging axes that you see on the telly or in games, just to show how dangerous an ancient ruin is. It’s not the only one, either. As if simply opening the door had served as a cue, the blades had begun swinging back and forth, deceptively gentle. She suspects the edges are razor-sharp, cutting in a likely deadly manner even with the ponderous, pendulum-like swing. Darling and Mr. Brown manage to roll to either side away from a blade that rises out of the stone floor, trying to cut them in half like an evil chef. So some of the blades are quick and unpredictable, and others they can see. Oh, this is going to be a pain to dodge, and that’s not even counting in whichever one of Xibalba’s inhabitants claimed this House for their own.
The rest actually seemed vaguely sensible, like someone could actually maybe build something like it in real life. This one, she can’t tell if it’s magic or the ceiling is an illusion, because it looks exactly the same as the last one, a night sky, with the same constellations, even. The room is bigger. More room for those blades to swing, really. What’s even more incongruous and nonsensical is that tapestries are on the walls, somehow, uncut all the swinging blades, depicting all manner of weapons, she assumes, although the pictures are a little abstract.
The boisterous laughter instantly tells her which of the Lords of Death happens to have claimed this particular House. She’d had suspicions, but they’re now all confirmed. It’s even stronger an association when it’s followed up by a thrown spear that buries itself in the stone next to Mr. Brown’s head. It’s only a Hamon-laced hand that manages to deflect it, or he’d have been pinned by what was left of his head to the stone. She’s definitely more than a little concerned at how deeply the spear is buried, and disturbed by images of what-ifs she’s really not wanting to think about. “I’m actually kind of impressed you’ve made it this far, to this, my House of Razors. You’ve got guts, for humans.” Buluc Chabtan grins at them, expression promising only blood and pain. “If I were running this the way I should, I’d be letting you try to dodge the traps in here on your own—but hey, what fun would that be?”
“Indeed,” Captain von Stroheim responds dryly, clearly not impressed or intimidated by any of it, even as she brings out something that, well. She’s not ashamed to admit it looks pretty much just like some weird kitchen utensil she’s never been allowed to mess with.
It’s not until she pulls what looks like just some string and runs, Mr. Brown swearing under his breath and pulling Darling and the sprinting Captain behind one of the swinging axes that she realizes what that probably is. The blast of Hamon sent through the metal is just in time, because just as it breaks whatever mechanism keeps those moving, sending the axe rumbling down, embedding itself deeply in the floor with a rumble, the sound is quickly lost in the explosion.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: They escape only to encounter traps.
Word Count: 1010
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Somehow, they manage to make it to the door without too much more trouble. One of the bats does manage to get close enough to take another bite out of Darling’s shoulder. Mr. Brown, it seems, was ready for the attack and knocks it off without too much more difficulty, although a little skin tears in the process. She winces and tries not to whimper, but at least the attacking bat doesn’t put up too much of a fight, stunned by the Hamon. They’re leaving a trail of bat bodies in their wake.
The pessimistic line of thought says that there’s no way they can keep it up, that they’ve just gotten lucky so far. The thief in her says that luck is its own kind of skill and that the very best manage to place themselves in the sorts of circumstances to take advantage of luck, essentially fixing their own odds. Most of her says that the exact circumstances don’t matter, because she needs to approach the other Houses the same either way, and not get too confident. Sure, she’d been overthinking the questionable pool in the House of Jaguars, but they’re not going to keep being that lucky, are they?
The rest of the bat swarm they successfully manage to keep at a distance, and Camazotz never manages to catch up. Yet again she feels grateful for the healing wave, but worried that this keeps being needed, because surely even if he’s gone through a bunch of training Mr. Brown can’t keep this up indefinitely. None of them can.
It’s only the movement inconsistent with the opening of the door that warns her. She’ll experience that kind of thing on occasion, most commonly when she’s trying to enter a room and it turns out that it’s actually occupied. Sometimes, if they’re not already suspicious, she can play it off as being lost and take off before anyone sees her, but that’s not a possibility here. Here is actively hostile. The rush of air isn’t consistent with the movement of a human or a bat chasing them in, though.
She shoves herself and Mr. Brown out of the way. And there’s a loud clanging, the sound of something large and heavy smacking into something else large and heavy. She glances up from where she’s thrown herself, hands over her head like they’re going to be attacked again by the bats. She’s always picked up things like that quickly, and it’s hard to remind herself that the danger’s not the same anymore, particularly since it’s not like it’s all safe now.
Panzermensch is standing, arms crossed and looming, probably ticked off on behalf of its User. The Captain hadn’t been happy about all these delays before, when it was just traps, but at least it seems she had kept all of that in mind.
Because they’re in a room of traps. That’s one of those swinging axes that you see on the telly or in games, just to show how dangerous an ancient ruin is. It’s not the only one, either. As if simply opening the door had served as a cue, the blades had begun swinging back and forth, deceptively gentle. She suspects the edges are razor-sharp, cutting in a likely deadly manner even with the ponderous, pendulum-like swing. Darling and Mr. Brown manage to roll to either side away from a blade that rises out of the stone floor, trying to cut them in half like an evil chef. So some of the blades are quick and unpredictable, and others they can see. Oh, this is going to be a pain to dodge, and that’s not even counting in whichever one of Xibalba’s inhabitants claimed this House for their own.
The rest actually seemed vaguely sensible, like someone could actually maybe build something like it in real life. This one, she can’t tell if it’s magic or the ceiling is an illusion, because it looks exactly the same as the last one, a night sky, with the same constellations, even. The room is bigger. More room for those blades to swing, really. What’s even more incongruous and nonsensical is that tapestries are on the walls, somehow, uncut all the swinging blades, depicting all manner of weapons, she assumes, although the pictures are a little abstract.
The boisterous laughter instantly tells her which of the Lords of Death happens to have claimed this particular House. She’d had suspicions, but they’re now all confirmed. It’s even stronger an association when it’s followed up by a thrown spear that buries itself in the stone next to Mr. Brown’s head. It’s only a Hamon-laced hand that manages to deflect it, or he’d have been pinned by what was left of his head to the stone. She’s definitely more than a little concerned at how deeply the spear is buried, and disturbed by images of what-ifs she’s really not wanting to think about. “I’m actually kind of impressed you’ve made it this far, to this, my House of Razors. You’ve got guts, for humans.” Buluc Chabtan grins at them, expression promising only blood and pain. “If I were running this the way I should, I’d be letting you try to dodge the traps in here on your own—but hey, what fun would that be?”
“Indeed,” Captain von Stroheim responds dryly, clearly not impressed or intimidated by any of it, even as she brings out something that, well. She’s not ashamed to admit it looks pretty much just like some weird kitchen utensil she’s never been allowed to mess with.
It’s not until she pulls what looks like just some string and runs, Mr. Brown swearing under his breath and pulling Darling and the sprinting Captain behind one of the swinging axes that she realizes what that probably is. The blast of Hamon sent through the metal is just in time, because just as it breaks whatever mechanism keeps those moving, sending the axe rumbling down, embedding itself deeply in the floor with a rumble, the sound is quickly lost in the explosion.
