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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The rescue team gets an offer of aid themselves.
Word Count: 1108
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Josie’s been doing this adventuring thing long enough she spots the weird Stand thing first (the kinda artsy stone butterfly and she’s ready to fight instantly, bringing out B3. Cousin Jotaro puts a hand on her shoulder, warning her against any sudden, violent moves, and gestures with some kind of complicated hand gesture. Papa nods and moves past easily, like her relative had given clear instructions, crouching down and laying a hand on the stone with no hesitation, but she absolutely notices him biting his lip, nowhere near as ready or confident as he’s trying to appear. So that’s probably something from one of the Speedwagon Foundation Agents; one of them had to be a Stand User.
Sucks.
They seem to have been good people, too (not that they weren’t worth mourning if not; it just feels...more personal, this way), if both Papa and Cousin Jotaro knew them, but they’d tried to keep her out of it, like that was going to take. If nothing else, she was a Joestar, and while she’d personally considered it a milder curse, if a curse at all, compared to the plane thing, they were pretty much all doomed to, what was that old Chinese curse, ‘may you live in interesting times’, or whatever? Yeah, they could be protective all they wanted, but there was absolutely no way the world would let that fly. She’d get tangled in something like they all did.
Cugino Giorno also moves into position, one of his favorite poisonous snakes curling around his shoulders (see, he has the right idea, Wolfram & Hart, take notes, that’s how you do ancient trap vibes). Gold Experience Requiem (wait, he’d gotten his Requiem Stand back out again, how had he moved that fast, he didn’t even have timestop and of all people she should’ve caught that sleight of hand) hovers protectively, keeping an eye on the corridor behind them. It’s the least she can do to have B3 watch in front, to try to be ready for anything from any angle—and speaking of angles, that gives her ideas, but those are for trying later unless someone or something actually decides to try their luck right now.
She’s also a little jealous that they all seem to know what all those awesome secret handshake-adjacent hand signals means, but hey, they’d all worked together before, and she hadn’t, and they might not get the chance to teach any of that this time, either, but she’s trying to be positive, here.
The quiet, she reflects, is as silent as a tomb, and then she has to try to pretend she’d never had that thought in the first place, because seriously, that’s the last thing she needs to be thinking. Too bad it’s not as easy to banish into another world using Bye Bye Beautiful as something physical. She tries to concentrate, instead, on how cool it is, the actually accurate ambiance, and has the sudden realization that this is more like how it really would be like, being Indiana in some sort of ancient structure. Not that she hadn’t known that intellectually, of course. All the music is added, but still. It’s one thing to know it, and another to feel it, and that’s kind of cool.
Except it doesn’t stay silent for long. Though she’s kind of disappointed in her reflexes. She’s grown a little soft, thanks to the years out of the game thanks to that Stamp she utterly wishes she could feed to the eldritch creatures out of this dimension. Because she happens to miss the panther that lopes up quietly to them from the front. Some of that is that it dodges Buffy’s strike and hers simultaneously, but still. She’d thought she was better than that. It doesn’t seem to be moving that quickly, but its feet are smoking.
“I can offer you safe passage through these lands,” the panther offers and then stares at them, silently, slightly unnerving.
Cousin Jotaro puts a steadying hand in his pocket, probably not wanting to speak in return, but Cugino Giorno, staring fixedly, skeptically, beats him to it. It’s Willow watching for an ambush from behind, which—yeah, good, but then, the kids had a lot of fighting experience, didn’t they? “And why would you be so generous?”
The smile is toothy, as one would expect from, well. It’s probably not actually a wild animal, unless Cugino Giorno’s princess powers have extended further than before and he just hadn’t told anyone. “There are those who would seek to undermine the Lords of Death, and have connected this physical location to Xibalba. I am not one of their number, and while I hold no strong love of their kind, the balance of power is shifting in ways I cannot predict, particularly if the desired ritual is completed.”
That is the kind of argument the mob boss would find particularly persuasive, yeah. Cousin Jotaro is still watching with narrowed eyes and she knows at any sudden move from this ‘panther’ he’s less than a second away from throwing out Star Platinum in a time-stopped punch.
Surprisingly, it’s Giles who speaks up next. “Might this happen to be the Mayan or Aztec Lords of Death?” Good. He might actually be an asset if he’s actually thinking about all of this critically and not just reacting in fear.
The panther stretches regally. “The names may change, but the essence remains the same.” ...Okay, either that’s a translation error or he’s being obtuse on purpose. Giles seems satisfied, nodding and looking at the others, but as she’s seen he’s a good actor.
Uncle Kakyoin goes and whispers something in Cousin Jotaro’s ear, close enough not to be overheard, and he nods once, curtly, not taking his eyes off the—what, is the weird panther thing actually claiming himself a deity or what? That probably shouldn’t surprise her but it still does, somehow.
“Try anything and you’re dead,” Buffy announces bluntly, and yeah, she is the take-charge leaderly type, isn’t she?
Apparently that’s funny, because they now get to see a panther laugh. “I am fully aware. Your reputations precede you.”
“What do we call you?” Because Josie’s hardly going to be left out at a time like this, and more to the point, Giles might actually know his possibly-Mayan-possibly-Aztec deities so a name could actually be really valuable right now.
“You may call me Balam,” he answers, even doing a weird pantherly half-bow thing. Great. Again, no physical reaction from Giles, but he’d probably be a mean hand in poker. Time to bug him, again, later, and hopefully actually have some better results than last time.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The rescue team gets an offer of aid themselves.
Word Count: 1108
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Josie’s been doing this adventuring thing long enough she spots the weird Stand thing first (the kinda artsy stone butterfly and she’s ready to fight instantly, bringing out B3. Cousin Jotaro puts a hand on her shoulder, warning her against any sudden, violent moves, and gestures with some kind of complicated hand gesture. Papa nods and moves past easily, like her relative had given clear instructions, crouching down and laying a hand on the stone with no hesitation, but she absolutely notices him biting his lip, nowhere near as ready or confident as he’s trying to appear. So that’s probably something from one of the Speedwagon Foundation Agents; one of them had to be a Stand User.
Sucks.
They seem to have been good people, too (not that they weren’t worth mourning if not; it just feels...more personal, this way), if both Papa and Cousin Jotaro knew them, but they’d tried to keep her out of it, like that was going to take. If nothing else, she was a Joestar, and while she’d personally considered it a milder curse, if a curse at all, compared to the plane thing, they were pretty much all doomed to, what was that old Chinese curse, ‘may you live in interesting times’, or whatever? Yeah, they could be protective all they wanted, but there was absolutely no way the world would let that fly. She’d get tangled in something like they all did.
Cugino Giorno also moves into position, one of his favorite poisonous snakes curling around his shoulders (see, he has the right idea, Wolfram & Hart, take notes, that’s how you do ancient trap vibes). Gold Experience Requiem (wait, he’d gotten his Requiem Stand back out again, how had he moved that fast, he didn’t even have timestop and of all people she should’ve caught that sleight of hand) hovers protectively, keeping an eye on the corridor behind them. It’s the least she can do to have B3 watch in front, to try to be ready for anything from any angle—and speaking of angles, that gives her ideas, but those are for trying later unless someone or something actually decides to try their luck right now.
She’s also a little jealous that they all seem to know what all those awesome secret handshake-adjacent hand signals means, but hey, they’d all worked together before, and she hadn’t, and they might not get the chance to teach any of that this time, either, but she’s trying to be positive, here.
The quiet, she reflects, is as silent as a tomb, and then she has to try to pretend she’d never had that thought in the first place, because seriously, that’s the last thing she needs to be thinking. Too bad it’s not as easy to banish into another world using Bye Bye Beautiful as something physical. She tries to concentrate, instead, on how cool it is, the actually accurate ambiance, and has the sudden realization that this is more like how it really would be like, being Indiana in some sort of ancient structure. Not that she hadn’t known that intellectually, of course. All the music is added, but still. It’s one thing to know it, and another to feel it, and that’s kind of cool.
Except it doesn’t stay silent for long. Though she’s kind of disappointed in her reflexes. She’s grown a little soft, thanks to the years out of the game thanks to that Stamp she utterly wishes she could feed to the eldritch creatures out of this dimension. Because she happens to miss the panther that lopes up quietly to them from the front. Some of that is that it dodges Buffy’s strike and hers simultaneously, but still. She’d thought she was better than that. It doesn’t seem to be moving that quickly, but its feet are smoking.
“I can offer you safe passage through these lands,” the panther offers and then stares at them, silently, slightly unnerving.
Cousin Jotaro puts a steadying hand in his pocket, probably not wanting to speak in return, but Cugino Giorno, staring fixedly, skeptically, beats him to it. It’s Willow watching for an ambush from behind, which—yeah, good, but then, the kids had a lot of fighting experience, didn’t they? “And why would you be so generous?”
The smile is toothy, as one would expect from, well. It’s probably not actually a wild animal, unless Cugino Giorno’s princess powers have extended further than before and he just hadn’t told anyone. “There are those who would seek to undermine the Lords of Death, and have connected this physical location to Xibalba. I am not one of their number, and while I hold no strong love of their kind, the balance of power is shifting in ways I cannot predict, particularly if the desired ritual is completed.”
That is the kind of argument the mob boss would find particularly persuasive, yeah. Cousin Jotaro is still watching with narrowed eyes and she knows at any sudden move from this ‘panther’ he’s less than a second away from throwing out Star Platinum in a time-stopped punch.
Surprisingly, it’s Giles who speaks up next. “Might this happen to be the Mayan or Aztec Lords of Death?” Good. He might actually be an asset if he’s actually thinking about all of this critically and not just reacting in fear.
The panther stretches regally. “The names may change, but the essence remains the same.” ...Okay, either that’s a translation error or he’s being obtuse on purpose. Giles seems satisfied, nodding and looking at the others, but as she’s seen he’s a good actor.
Uncle Kakyoin goes and whispers something in Cousin Jotaro’s ear, close enough not to be overheard, and he nods once, curtly, not taking his eyes off the—what, is the weird panther thing actually claiming himself a deity or what? That probably shouldn’t surprise her but it still does, somehow.
“Try anything and you’re dead,” Buffy announces bluntly, and yeah, she is the take-charge leaderly type, isn’t she?
Apparently that’s funny, because they now get to see a panther laugh. “I am fully aware. Your reputations precede you.”
“What do we call you?” Because Josie’s hardly going to be left out at a time like this, and more to the point, Giles might actually know his possibly-Mayan-possibly-Aztec deities so a name could actually be really valuable right now.
“You may call me Balam,” he answers, even doing a weird pantherly half-bow thing. Great. Again, no physical reaction from Giles, but he’d probably be a mean hand in poker. Time to bug him, again, later, and hopefully actually have some better results than last time.
