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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling, Robin, and the Captain make it through the Houses, but that's not the last of their trials.
Word Count: 1046
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Carvings of skulls are placed at the front of raised viewing platforms, although she's not sure if anyone's going to be sitting there. The stone will hurt if she falls on it, she's sure, because she's had similar bruises from falls in the past. Murals are painted on the walls, the typical depicting the Lords of Death kind of...self-advertising they like to have in Xibalba.
“That's probably the goal,” Mr. Brown notes, nodding at a stone hoop on the wall. He's stretching and focusing on his breathing even as he seems casual. He's still trying to keep a brave face, but then, maybe that's a part of his power. If you're panicking, you're not breathing properly, so maybe staying calm is actually a part of his strategy.
“Did either of you ever play sports?” von Stroheim asks, eyeing the goal speculatively.
Mr. Brown snorts, apparently highly amused by the question. “Do 'ancient martial arts derived from the power of the sun' or 'climbing around on theater sets' count?”
Darling tries not to feel inadequate. She'd never been too interested, really. “Sometimes at school. I try not to, though.”
The Captain doesn't look particularly pleased, but then, from the way she's started pacing, she's done with detours. Then again, she had been since—since the thing Darling is carefully not thinking about because everyone's all right. And Darling doesn’t particularly blame her. Sure, choosing people for teams in Physical Education can be a bit of a popularity contest, and she tends to be the outsider, but she’s not particularly good, so it’s not like she blames anyone for not wanting a handicap on their team.
“I hope we didn't keep you waiting for long,” a voice slurs—Lord Akan. “The other paths through Xibalba are considerably more circuitous.”
Honestly, from everything they've seen so far, she'd guess they were probably actually kept waiting on purpose. Sometimes people who think they're important will do that. She's run into that on occasion when being adopted by a new family. It's not as if they really have the time to be wasting, either, unless this is one of those other worlds where time isn't passing when they're inside, like in Narnia. But the Lords of Death are contrary and would probably cut off their own hand just to spite someone else, no matter how much it'll hurt them, so she could see them sabotaging themselves just to satisfy their need for pain.
“I'm sure you're eager to begin,” Lord Kisin adds, walking in from the opposite door. He stoops to listen to the starving dog again. “We do have some time, I'm told, although for both our sakes I suppose we could limit the usual two-week length of a traditional game to a few rounds. Fortunately the full ritual takes some time to prepare, and the human sacrifice has not yet been completed. The human you seek to slay can no more rush his preparations than can we.”
Jacawitz flies in unsteadily, glaring at them the entire time. He doesn’t speak, mostly probably because threatening them further in front of the others would be seen as a sign of weakness, but he’s clearly not forgotten his oath of vengeance in the brief time they hadn’t seen him.
Lord Kisin opens his mouth to continue, but Buluc Chabtan walks in, clearly pleased. He’d gotten his spear out of the stone already, hauling it around like it barely weighed anything, and hasn’t bothered to change out of the bloodstained clothing, unlike, it appears, Jacawitz, or the twins, who file in somewhat unsteadily, still glaring and shoving at each other now and then, even though they’re also barely supporting each other’s weight. “What’s the matter, Jacawitz, a little wound? Walk it off.”
Darling bites her tongue, because she’s heard that before and hates it every time. Usually from a PE teacher. She definitely shouldn’t say anything or intervene. Jacawitz wouldn’t appreciate it anyway.
To her surprise, apparently the pain is bad enough that he snaps back, rather than simply accepting the comment with a false obedience. “I don’t walk; I fly!”
Or—no, perhaps he’s tailoring his approach depending on the Lord of Death he’s talking to, at least a little, because Buluc Chabtan, while a little surprised, looks vaguely approving.
“Then fly it off,” is his answer, like that even makes sense. Then again, if she thinks about it, ‘walk it off’ doesn’t particularly make any sense, either.
“Be silent,” Lord Akan snaps, and she shivers involuntarily. Yes, that’s more the kind of drunk she’s used to, the one that lashes out. He might have mood swings, and that carefully constructed friendly exterior is nothing more than a hollow shell. Then again, she’d suspected that he’s as dangerous as the rest; possibly more so, since he hasn’t offered them the chance to see much of what he does.
Camazotz is, when he flies in, barely glancing at any of them.
“I apologize for the interruption,” Lord Kisin states, as if any of that had anything to do with him. Calculated to look friendly, too, maybe? “You’re only supposed to use the right hip, elbow, and knee, but as you have hardly trained for a contest of this sort, we will permit the use of your left as well. We have some spare equipment for you to use, I’m sure—ah, yes, thank you, Tohil. You need not use it should you wish, but though the ball is rubber, it could bruise severely on a mortal if you are not careful.” Darling resolves to use it, but be prepared for it to have some sort of problem no one bothered to warn anyone about. “As for teams, you only have three at the moment, although that could be fixed momentarily.” He raises his voice. “Come out, traitors.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Darling, Robin, and the Captain make it through the Houses, but that's not the last of their trials.
Word Count: 1046
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
They've previously walked into areas inside Xibalba that appear to be outdoors. Maybe they actually are. It's not like Darling knows. Sure, they'd been inside, and hadn't actually left the actual underground structure in the real world, but maybe Xibalba isn't just an underground underworld? She hadn't studied any of that. It's more open, though, less crowded and ominous. That's probably functionally a lie. She can't imagine this is going to be easier than the Houses.
Carvings of skulls are placed at the front of raised viewing platforms, although she's not sure if anyone's going to be sitting there. The stone will hurt if she falls on it, she's sure, because she's had similar bruises from falls in the past. Murals are painted on the walls, the typical depicting the Lords of Death kind of...self-advertising they like to have in Xibalba.
“That's probably the goal,” Mr. Brown notes, nodding at a stone hoop on the wall. He's stretching and focusing on his breathing even as he seems casual. He's still trying to keep a brave face, but then, maybe that's a part of his power. If you're panicking, you're not breathing properly, so maybe staying calm is actually a part of his strategy.
“Did either of you ever play sports?” von Stroheim asks, eyeing the goal speculatively.
Mr. Brown snorts, apparently highly amused by the question. “Do 'ancient martial arts derived from the power of the sun' or 'climbing around on theater sets' count?”
Darling tries not to feel inadequate. She'd never been too interested, really. “Sometimes at school. I try not to, though.”
The Captain doesn't look particularly pleased, but then, from the way she's started pacing, she's done with detours. Then again, she had been since—since the thing Darling is carefully not thinking about because everyone's all right. And Darling doesn’t particularly blame her. Sure, choosing people for teams in Physical Education can be a bit of a popularity contest, and she tends to be the outsider, but she’s not particularly good, so it’s not like she blames anyone for not wanting a handicap on their team.
“I hope we didn't keep you waiting for long,” a voice slurs—Lord Akan. “The other paths through Xibalba are considerably more circuitous.”
Honestly, from everything they've seen so far, she'd guess they were probably actually kept waiting on purpose. Sometimes people who think they're important will do that. She's run into that on occasion when being adopted by a new family. It's not as if they really have the time to be wasting, either, unless this is one of those other worlds where time isn't passing when they're inside, like in Narnia. But the Lords of Death are contrary and would probably cut off their own hand just to spite someone else, no matter how much it'll hurt them, so she could see them sabotaging themselves just to satisfy their need for pain.
“I'm sure you're eager to begin,” Lord Kisin adds, walking in from the opposite door. He stoops to listen to the starving dog again. “We do have some time, I'm told, although for both our sakes I suppose we could limit the usual two-week length of a traditional game to a few rounds. Fortunately the full ritual takes some time to prepare, and the human sacrifice has not yet been completed. The human you seek to slay can no more rush his preparations than can we.”
Jacawitz flies in unsteadily, glaring at them the entire time. He doesn’t speak, mostly probably because threatening them further in front of the others would be seen as a sign of weakness, but he’s clearly not forgotten his oath of vengeance in the brief time they hadn’t seen him.
Lord Kisin opens his mouth to continue, but Buluc Chabtan walks in, clearly pleased. He’d gotten his spear out of the stone already, hauling it around like it barely weighed anything, and hasn’t bothered to change out of the bloodstained clothing, unlike, it appears, Jacawitz, or the twins, who file in somewhat unsteadily, still glaring and shoving at each other now and then, even though they’re also barely supporting each other’s weight. “What’s the matter, Jacawitz, a little wound? Walk it off.”
Darling bites her tongue, because she’s heard that before and hates it every time. Usually from a PE teacher. She definitely shouldn’t say anything or intervene. Jacawitz wouldn’t appreciate it anyway.
To her surprise, apparently the pain is bad enough that he snaps back, rather than simply accepting the comment with a false obedience. “I don’t walk; I fly!”
Or—no, perhaps he’s tailoring his approach depending on the Lord of Death he’s talking to, at least a little, because Buluc Chabtan, while a little surprised, looks vaguely approving.
“Then fly it off,” is his answer, like that even makes sense. Then again, if she thinks about it, ‘walk it off’ doesn’t particularly make any sense, either.
“Be silent,” Lord Akan snaps, and she shivers involuntarily. Yes, that’s more the kind of drunk she’s used to, the one that lashes out. He might have mood swings, and that carefully constructed friendly exterior is nothing more than a hollow shell. Then again, she’d suspected that he’s as dangerous as the rest; possibly more so, since he hasn’t offered them the chance to see much of what he does.
Camazotz is, when he flies in, barely glancing at any of them.
“I apologize for the interruption,” Lord Kisin states, as if any of that had anything to do with him. Calculated to look friendly, too, maybe? “You’re only supposed to use the right hip, elbow, and knee, but as you have hardly trained for a contest of this sort, we will permit the use of your left as well. We have some spare equipment for you to use, I’m sure—ah, yes, thank you, Tohil. You need not use it should you wish, but though the ball is rubber, it could bruise severely on a mortal if you are not careful.” Darling resolves to use it, but be prepared for it to have some sort of problem no one bothered to warn anyone about. “As for teams, you only have three at the moment, although that could be fixed momentarily.” He raises his voice. “Come out, traitors.”
