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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The rescue squad finally enters the hidden pyramid.
Word Count: 1029
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Warning: Canon-typical violence aftermath might be traumatic in light of events in Israel; Viewer Discretion Advised (Beta-senpai thought it deserved a warning, so a warning it gets)
Cousin Jotaro’s also glared at her a couple of times for getting too far ahead, but that’s just the normal state of things, so she tries not to let it bother her too much. She’s always the one wandering off and getting in trouble, and it’s not like before, where that had encompassed an entire universe away. In this case, it’s probably fine. The redhead—Miss Rosenberg—constantly seems a second away from bursting into tears. Given that she’d been one of the two in on this whole ‘sacrifice vision thing’, maybe that’s not so much of a surprise. She can’t be too mad, though. Well, she can, but she’s good at multitasking. Because Miss Rosenberg’s using some kind of magic hocus pocus to disarm the traps. It’s a little bit of a letdown, honestly, though it’s true they don’t have the time to be messing around with this. Mostly, it’s upsetting that they’re not past traps. It’s rude of evil lawyers to be setting up tripwires and bombs in the corridors of an ancient structure. The least they could do is use, or reuse, the originals, refilling walls of water behind a fake wall or the blowguns in the walls or something. Bodies are everywhere, as is blood, though if she had to guess, not all of it is human, because, among other things, well, not all of the bodies look human, either. Lots of suits, but not all of them. Some of ‘em might honestly be—have been—tourists. Most of them have slit throats or something along those lines and were left to drain. Which they did into channels along the sides, although from the looks of things, the blood’s already started to harden and congeal, what’s left of it. Which doesn’t help her feeling that they’re on a time crunch.
But that means, from the looks of it, that all these people just...willingly submitted themselves to die, because okay, yeah, so Josie is new at this and mostly just picked up on a thing or two with a cop dad and whatever she picked up from dabbling as a reader in mystery fiction, but also, where the hell are the self-defense wounds? Not like she’s really got the time to stop and check every body, not unless she wants another corpse to be added to the list—assuming it’s not already there, she thinks grimly. But other than that, they generally look remarkably pristine, which just...doesn’t happen. Sure, maybe it’s in the contract, maybe worse than death was promised, but still. You always get that one guy who thinks he’s lucky, right? And there’s nothing like that, from what little she can see as they troop past.
Magic, maybe. More likely, vampire charisma. Not that anyone’s mentioned or considered that this Wyndam-Price guy might have actually used the Stone Mask on himself, but it adds up, doesn’t it? She doesn’t understand how Ascension rituals work, not really, but intuitively from the stories Pillar Men seemed like the big bad granddaddies to regular ol’ Stone Mask vampires, which in turn seem like yet another step above the weak sauce vamps Buffy and her friends have been dealing with for so long. So it’d make sense if you have to walk up that staircase to reach the top.
Some of the bodies are newer, and she recognizes those uniforms. Speedwagon Foundation. She’s pretty sure they have a ‘days since agent was lost on assignment’ board somewhere, most likely because if you don’t laugh at this kind of thing you start crying. Gotta have a dark sense of humor somewhere. Didn’t know them particularly, like, they’re not the ones that helped babysit her when Uncle Okuyasu, Uncle Koichi, or Aunt Yukako were busy (when they were dealing with Stand Users, she works out later), but it always sucks. It’s not like they’re complete strangers. She’s pretty sure Papa recognizes one or two. He’s biting his lip, hands shaking, aching to just whip out Crazy D and see if any of these people can’t be saved, but they don’t have the time and he can’t spare the energy, not if they’re going to have some sort of big showdown after all of this. His perfect hair is getting a little ruffled, too, as it usually does when he starts to lose his temper, and she gets it, because this…
They talked about how evil, like, the Mayans and Aztecs were. And sure, they practiced human sacrifice, but so’s this guy, so what’s his excuse? Eternal life? Breaking free of the chains of fate? Pff. Cugino Giorno managed that, not without sacrifice, sure, but when he was a teenager, up against some pretty bad odds, and she’d bet in the same scenario her cousin would’ve managed to find some little loophole, duck out, deal with his enemies, and sit on top while looking effortlessly cool, because that’s just how he rolled. Compared to that, this asshole isn’t even trying. Nobody’s got justification for literally hundreds of bodies. She’s not sure what would be worse, if the guy tries to bluster his way through ‘oh, this had to be done for reasons’...or if he just simply doesn’t. If he realizes it’s unforgivable and went ahead with it anyway.
At least there’s a spike pit. It didn’t reset itself, but then, that’s probably just a movie thing, sadly. Also less fortunate? The body trapped on the spikes, wearing that uniform yet again. It’s bad enough Aunt Shizuka lets out a squeak that may or may not have been meant to be some sort of words and turns invisible.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The rescue squad finally enters the hidden pyramid.
Word Count: 1029
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Warning: Canon-typical violence aftermath might be traumatic in light of events in Israel; Viewer Discretion Advised (Beta-senpai thought it deserved a warning, so a warning it gets)
Cousin Jotaro’s…really focused. She’s seen that before, of course. The guy’s really intense, in general. He’d snapped at Cugino Giorno before, but he hadn’t really meant it, not if the way he’s slowed his usual pace down to a turtle’s crawl, hawk’s eyes missing absolutely nothing, means anything. She is impressed, just a bit. It might seem trite to say it, but it’s true. They’re all quiet and moving around each other in formation like they’ve done this a thousand times before, and that’s somewhat reassuring, at least, even if very little else is.
Cousin Jotaro’s also glared at her a couple of times for getting too far ahead, but that’s just the normal state of things, so she tries not to let it bother her too much. She’s always the one wandering off and getting in trouble, and it’s not like before, where that had encompassed an entire universe away. In this case, it’s probably fine. The redhead—Miss Rosenberg—constantly seems a second away from bursting into tears. Given that she’d been one of the two in on this whole ‘sacrifice vision thing’, maybe that’s not so much of a surprise. She can’t be too mad, though. Well, she can, but she’s good at multitasking. Because Miss Rosenberg’s using some kind of magic hocus pocus to disarm the traps. It’s a little bit of a letdown, honestly, though it’s true they don’t have the time to be messing around with this. Mostly, it’s upsetting that they’re not past traps. It’s rude of evil lawyers to be setting up tripwires and bombs in the corridors of an ancient structure. The least they could do is use, or reuse, the originals, refilling walls of water behind a fake wall or the blowguns in the walls or something. Bodies are everywhere, as is blood, though if she had to guess, not all of it is human, because, among other things, well, not all of the bodies look human, either. Lots of suits, but not all of them. Some of ‘em might honestly be—have been—tourists. Most of them have slit throats or something along those lines and were left to drain. Which they did into channels along the sides, although from the looks of things, the blood’s already started to harden and congeal, what’s left of it. Which doesn’t help her feeling that they’re on a time crunch.
But that means, from the looks of it, that all these people just...willingly submitted themselves to die, because okay, yeah, so Josie is new at this and mostly just picked up on a thing or two with a cop dad and whatever she picked up from dabbling as a reader in mystery fiction, but also, where the hell are the self-defense wounds? Not like she’s really got the time to stop and check every body, not unless she wants another corpse to be added to the list—assuming it’s not already there, she thinks grimly. But other than that, they generally look remarkably pristine, which just...doesn’t happen. Sure, maybe it’s in the contract, maybe worse than death was promised, but still. You always get that one guy who thinks he’s lucky, right? And there’s nothing like that, from what little she can see as they troop past.
Magic, maybe. More likely, vampire charisma. Not that anyone’s mentioned or considered that this Wyndam-Price guy might have actually used the Stone Mask on himself, but it adds up, doesn’t it? She doesn’t understand how Ascension rituals work, not really, but intuitively from the stories Pillar Men seemed like the big bad granddaddies to regular ol’ Stone Mask vampires, which in turn seem like yet another step above the weak sauce vamps Buffy and her friends have been dealing with for so long. So it’d make sense if you have to walk up that staircase to reach the top.
Some of the bodies are newer, and she recognizes those uniforms. Speedwagon Foundation. She’s pretty sure they have a ‘days since agent was lost on assignment’ board somewhere, most likely because if you don’t laugh at this kind of thing you start crying. Gotta have a dark sense of humor somewhere. Didn’t know them particularly, like, they’re not the ones that helped babysit her when Uncle Okuyasu, Uncle Koichi, or Aunt Yukako were busy (when they were dealing with Stand Users, she works out later), but it always sucks. It’s not like they’re complete strangers. She’s pretty sure Papa recognizes one or two. He’s biting his lip, hands shaking, aching to just whip out Crazy D and see if any of these people can’t be saved, but they don’t have the time and he can’t spare the energy, not if they’re going to have some sort of big showdown after all of this. His perfect hair is getting a little ruffled, too, as it usually does when he starts to lose his temper, and she gets it, because this…
They talked about how evil, like, the Mayans and Aztecs were. And sure, they practiced human sacrifice, but so’s this guy, so what’s his excuse? Eternal life? Breaking free of the chains of fate? Pff. Cugino Giorno managed that, not without sacrifice, sure, but when he was a teenager, up against some pretty bad odds, and she’d bet in the same scenario her cousin would’ve managed to find some little loophole, duck out, deal with his enemies, and sit on top while looking effortlessly cool, because that’s just how he rolled. Compared to that, this asshole isn’t even trying. Nobody’s got justification for literally hundreds of bodies. She’s not sure what would be worse, if the guy tries to bluster his way through ‘oh, this had to be done for reasons’...or if he just simply doesn’t. If he realizes it’s unforgivable and went ahead with it anyway.
At least there’s a spike pit. It didn’t reset itself, but then, that’s probably just a movie thing, sadly. Also less fortunate? The body trapped on the spikes, wearing that uniform yet again. It’s bad enough Aunt Shizuka lets out a squeak that may or may not have been meant to be some sort of words and turns invisible.
