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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The game moves fast.
Word Count: 1104
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It’s a good job she wasn’t made Captain, she decides, brain slightly foggy, although there was pretty much no way that would happen. von Stroheim is too enthusiastic (and probably too much of an expert) to let that job fall to anyone else. That involves keeping track of everyone and everything going on in the field of battle—er. Field of sport? And react to everything as it happens. And order everybody to the right places, too. And she couldn’t do that. She can barely keep track of what she’s doing and her immediate surroundings, much less the whole field.
It helps, having Mr. Brown here and watching what he reacts to, because usually if he’s getting ready to try to intercept the ball, she needs to be doing the same. It’s so much easier than trying to pay attention to what’s happening over the whole field, because that’s hard and they’re pretty much all faster than her.
Once, on one of her perches, she’d seen an actual row from two blokes. Drunk, probably, shirts lost somewhere along the way, and screaming at each other. Coppers had come to collect them, and she’d withdrawn from sight, just in case they were of a mind to glance up. She could still hear them, though, bellowing loudly, and had been thankful she was out of the way.
She’s not out of the way now, which might be part of what’s making it harder to concentrate and actually pay attention to what’s going on. She’d thought it was bad before, but it’s absolutely nothing to actual hounds baying for blood in the stands. It sounds like there are thousands of them, even though she’s fairly certain that many won’t even fit in the stands. It’s loud enough she’s having troubles actually hearing anything going on. On the other side, the jaguars are roaring back. It’s all kind of traumatic, because loud noises have never meant anything good, and Darling can barely hear herself think.
They do stop now and then. On the dog side, it seems to be on some sort of signal from Lord Kisin, a quick hand gesture, though it’s quick enough Darling can’t fully make out what it is. He seems to be doing a lot of that, and Lord Akan’s catching some of them and reacting somehow, although it’s hard to tell if any of the others are paying attention or even care.
For the jaguars, they don’t stop right when the dogs do, probably because that would be like admitting Lord Kisin has more power because he can force them to react. They taper off in some sort of internal agreement after a bit, but they also sometimes just start up, especially when they think it would be funny, probably, because on several occasions they start up when Cabrakan wanders close enough in his pacing. (The only reason she suspects this is a factor is that they didn’t really start doing that until he’d hissed “stop that, you’re infuriating!” at them, at which point they’d started doing that.) So it’s not all of the time, really, which is in some ways even worse because she doesn’t know when to expect it. She does her best, really, even when she flinches. At least it doesn’t seem to bother Whisper, but then, he’d be a poor protector if he did, because he’d always been there for her when she needed him and he couldn’t do much for her if he got scared when she was scared. He needed to be able to react when she couldn’t, to keep her out of danger.
It’s hot, somehow, and she’s sweating. There shouldn’t be a sun down here, but then, they’ve seen all sorts of skies above down here that make no sense. She can’t see one, when she happens to glance up. It’s not like she’s purposefully trying to blind herself, and she doesn’t really have the time to be staring at the sky when there’s a game going on and she’s trying to contribute, but she does get to glance up briefly and it’s just a warm haze of light. She’d wonder why the Lords are actually making it harder on some of their number, but then, maybe some of them actually operate better during the day, and she gets the feeling that while he’s smiling Lord Kisin is actually mad at the performance of more than just Jacawitz and is punishing them, too. The Mayan Underworld seems to be a lot about punishment, which would be strange if not for the fact that from what little she knows about religion, that’s not too uncommon.
The sweat’s getting in her eyes. Maybe that’s the point. She doesn’t know if Mayan deities sweat. And it’s making everything more slippery. The grass is patchy, which makes her Converse slide a little. She’s good about keeping her balance, but it doesn’t help. They used to have slightly better grip, but that was a while ago, back before they started falling apart. The rest don’t seem to be having that problem, but the Captain’s boots look really practical, and Mr. Brown’s trainers look like they’re in a lot better condition than hers.
Thinking about it, the whole area stinks of death. She would’ve said there was no way she could’ve gotten used to the smell, but the stink permeates everywhere in Xibalba, and they’d been here long enough she’d stopped smelling it until she actually paid attention. Even then, she’s pretty sure it’s a lot worse than she’s experiencing. Maybe part of her nose has decided to just turn itself off in protest. She wouldn’t blame it.
She isn’t too distracted to notice some of the cooler moments, though other than the goals she can’t even be certain what order they happened in. Not all of them are on their side, of course; they’re going up against some talented deities.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The game moves fast.
Word Count: 1104
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
In the end, the action is fast and confusing, a lot like many of the physical activities Darling’s been forced to do for school. She spends a lot of the time running back and forth and not being able to keep track of exactly what’s going on, because she’s too busy panting. Sure, she’s had to run, sometimes, when she doesn’t have a choice. When she’s messed up. But she’s gotten very good, so that hasn’t happened too often, and she’s more used to climbing, not running, especially not for so long. It feels like time is stretching to the point it’s going to break and make no more sense anymore. Her thoughts stopped making sense a while ago.
It’s a good job she wasn’t made Captain, she decides, brain slightly foggy, although there was pretty much no way that would happen. von Stroheim is too enthusiastic (and probably too much of an expert) to let that job fall to anyone else. That involves keeping track of everyone and everything going on in the field of battle—er. Field of sport? And react to everything as it happens. And order everybody to the right places, too. And she couldn’t do that. She can barely keep track of what she’s doing and her immediate surroundings, much less the whole field.
It helps, having Mr. Brown here and watching what he reacts to, because usually if he’s getting ready to try to intercept the ball, she needs to be doing the same. It’s so much easier than trying to pay attention to what’s happening over the whole field, because that’s hard and they’re pretty much all faster than her.
Once, on one of her perches, she’d seen an actual row from two blokes. Drunk, probably, shirts lost somewhere along the way, and screaming at each other. Coppers had come to collect them, and she’d withdrawn from sight, just in case they were of a mind to glance up. She could still hear them, though, bellowing loudly, and had been thankful she was out of the way.
She’s not out of the way now, which might be part of what’s making it harder to concentrate and actually pay attention to what’s going on. She’d thought it was bad before, but it’s absolutely nothing to actual hounds baying for blood in the stands. It sounds like there are thousands of them, even though she’s fairly certain that many won’t even fit in the stands. It’s loud enough she’s having troubles actually hearing anything going on. On the other side, the jaguars are roaring back. It’s all kind of traumatic, because loud noises have never meant anything good, and Darling can barely hear herself think.
They do stop now and then. On the dog side, it seems to be on some sort of signal from Lord Kisin, a quick hand gesture, though it’s quick enough Darling can’t fully make out what it is. He seems to be doing a lot of that, and Lord Akan’s catching some of them and reacting somehow, although it’s hard to tell if any of the others are paying attention or even care.
For the jaguars, they don’t stop right when the dogs do, probably because that would be like admitting Lord Kisin has more power because he can force them to react. They taper off in some sort of internal agreement after a bit, but they also sometimes just start up, especially when they think it would be funny, probably, because on several occasions they start up when Cabrakan wanders close enough in his pacing. (The only reason she suspects this is a factor is that they didn’t really start doing that until he’d hissed “stop that, you’re infuriating!” at them, at which point they’d started doing that.) So it’s not all of the time, really, which is in some ways even worse because she doesn’t know when to expect it. She does her best, really, even when she flinches. At least it doesn’t seem to bother Whisper, but then, he’d be a poor protector if he did, because he’d always been there for her when she needed him and he couldn’t do much for her if he got scared when she was scared. He needed to be able to react when she couldn’t, to keep her out of danger.
It’s hot, somehow, and she’s sweating. There shouldn’t be a sun down here, but then, they’ve seen all sorts of skies above down here that make no sense. She can’t see one, when she happens to glance up. It’s not like she’s purposefully trying to blind herself, and she doesn’t really have the time to be staring at the sky when there’s a game going on and she’s trying to contribute, but she does get to glance up briefly and it’s just a warm haze of light. She’d wonder why the Lords are actually making it harder on some of their number, but then, maybe some of them actually operate better during the day, and she gets the feeling that while he’s smiling Lord Kisin is actually mad at the performance of more than just Jacawitz and is punishing them, too. The Mayan Underworld seems to be a lot about punishment, which would be strange if not for the fact that from what little she knows about religion, that’s not too uncommon.
The sweat’s getting in her eyes. Maybe that’s the point. She doesn’t know if Mayan deities sweat. And it’s making everything more slippery. The grass is patchy, which makes her Converse slide a little. She’s good about keeping her balance, but it doesn’t help. They used to have slightly better grip, but that was a while ago, back before they started falling apart. The rest don’t seem to be having that problem, but the Captain’s boots look really practical, and Mr. Brown’s trainers look like they’re in a lot better condition than hers.
Thinking about it, the whole area stinks of death. She would’ve said there was no way she could’ve gotten used to the smell, but the stink permeates everywhere in Xibalba, and they’d been here long enough she’d stopped smelling it until she actually paid attention. Even then, she’s pretty sure it’s a lot worse than she’s experiencing. Maybe part of her nose has decided to just turn itself off in protest. She wouldn’t blame it.
She isn’t too distracted to notice some of the cooler moments, though other than the goals she can’t even be certain what order they happened in. Not all of them are on their side, of course; they’re going up against some talented deities.
