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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Nothing feels quite right.
Word Count: 1349
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Reality doesn’t go away. Neither do the excavation-style lights, the kinds she’d imagine on a dig, only this isn’t the pristine dust-filled chamber where you’d find a mummy or a treasure or anything like that. They’d already found that, which is kind of a cop-out, if she thinks about it. The best stuff should be at the bottom, past all the traps and the point at which most reasonable people would turn back, and she hates hates hates the fact that more than anything this Wyndam-Price guy doesn’t have a clue about properly presenting his evil villain lair in the middle of a pyramid. It’s like he hasn’t even read the classics, except he used to be a stuffy Watcher like Giles, so obviously he does actually know the classics and is just ignoring them, which is even more unforgivable.
Though for all she knows, the sacrifices and pools of blood are exactly how this place was supposed to be used anyway, and thus less desecration than acts of reverence, of respect.
She hates that too.
What she’s trying not to think about, no matter how badly that’s actually going for her, is that—the center.
There’s a slab of rock. An altar, perfect and ready for the slaughter, and it’s been used for that exact purpose.
The body lying there, it—Willow’s all but draped herself over it, weeping, Papa with Crazy D out trying frantically to get something, anything to work—
That’s right. His grandchild. After he already lost his wife. And sure, the story of the Joestars could have gone a lot worse—Uncle Kakyoin could have died, for example—but still, they’ve…
There’s been enough death. Enough loss. And they just need to stop it already, and she’s just—
How does she deal with it? How? It’s one thing to say “I’m not ready for the loss,” but, like, what do you do or say or...how do you deal with this, this idea that once there was a human you used to know, that you needed to know wanted to know a final reunion where he’d get all the support and love and hugs and awkwardness he absolutely deserved from a parent, only to have that ripped away? Higashikata Josephine wasn’t ready to be a mother, but she’s even less ready not to be.
This, she suspects, would be Indiana Jones’ nightmare. Thanks to Cugino Giorno, an entire mass of vipers rise from the lake of blood, swarming around and slithering up Wyndam-Price, but carefully, carefully avoiding the Stand attacks. It’s probably stalling for time, anyway, because she’s pretty sure he’s still got one of those Requiem Arrows and he’s probably at least considering using it.
She would. Probably a good reason as to why she hasn’t been given one, but, like...she’s never been fond of Uncle Mista’s gun, because, well, guns. Maybe it’s just that a katana’s been shown in a dozen shows in her childhood to be cooler than a gun anyday, but, seriously, beating up people with your bare hands, tachi, wakizashi, tantÅ. But right now, if Uncle Mista were here, she’d just take it from him, fire off at least three shots. Not that it’d do much, not against a vampire, but it’d sure as hell make her feel better. At least for a bit, but hey, she’s a realist, she knows that’s always, always true. Everything’s only ever temporary. Might as well make it last while you can.
She wants to help, but she can’t. She doesn’t know how to heal, how to make it better. Other than a joke, but hey, hoe’s a joke going to help with any of this, anyway? Fortunately she’s not completely paralyzed. B3 is darting in and out, as much as she can, with a barrage of punches. Most of the time she’s not even seeing Star Platinum move, although she’s pretty sure Cousin Jotaro’s not stopping time all the time, mostly because, well, she feels like he probably can’t, no matter how much he wants to. He’s just standing as an unmoving pillar instead, hand in his pocket, no expression on his face, hat pulled as low as it’ll go, like he doesn’t even care. He does. He’s just too furious for words, and yeah, he could waste a good quip on this guy, but why? He’s giving them absolutely nothing to go on.
That’s another thing Wyndam-Price is getting all wrong about being a villain. He’s supposed to be giving them this big speech on how he’s invincible now, he’s outsmarted them all, whatever, and then she’s supposed to retort back something brave and heroic, something along the lines of “Please, Pillar Men vs Joestar Family results in a win for the Joestars every time”, or even “What makes you think you’re special; Joestars come back from the dead all the time.” Which—yeah, that’s just one more thing to add to the list, the fact that this craven bastard thinks he’s special when he’s just another piece of goddamn trash. Or maybe he’d acknowledge that, just to really get her goat. Maybe he’d be like “Yes, in fact I am nothing special, I just happen to be lucky”, except in some ways that’s even worse and also he just hasn’t said a word. Which is weird. Everyone else has to think so, right? And it’s not like you can play off of anything if there’s just nothing there to play off of.
Giles screamed. Maybe. She can’t be sure. She didn’t hear it. Or she did, but sound is working weird right now. He fell to his knees. She feels more than sees him rummaging around for something.
Buffy’s also gone silently, incandescently silent. She’s got really good form with the sword, though, even managing probably through some kinda battle instinct to avoid hitting anyone, up to and including the Stands she can’t fully see. Great-grandpa Jonathan would be proud, probably, and probably happy his sword is being put to good use. She’d like to think so, anyway. He might be the kind of guy who’s like “oh no, women shouldn’t be fighting”, but Josie would like to think that’s not actually the case. The story she’d like to construct in her head is that he’d be proud, if maybe a little upset at how the whole Slayer situation came to be, because from what little she managed to gather from some snooping, that situation is just a plan envisioned by a bunch of cowardly assholes so they didn’t have to get involved themselves. Which, news of the century, it takes everyone who can to stand up ha against evil. They might’ve told themselves it saved their bacon. Generations of jerks might’ve even have been right about that part, since they made it through all of that in one piece, but eventually that devil’s deal came right to their doorstep.
Or they turn out rotten, like this guy. He should’ve died with the rest of his pond scum brethren, before he had a chance to—before he had a chance to—
That’s him. Johan. Her son. Lying there, and it feels so still, so utterly silent, and she wants to scream but can’t, even though there’s a fight going on behind and the sounds of the occasional ‘ora!’ not during time stop, and. It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t painless. He had the Joestar heart, and this piece of trash, the scum of the earth took that away from him and left him lying there on display like a trophy and she’s not going to let this be the end, be reality if she can help it, if she has to rustle up a miracle from Avalon herself, but how are they going to fix this?
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Nothing feels quite right.
Word Count: 1349
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The first thing Josephine notices is that it’s bright. Much brighter than it should be, down here in the gloom of the tomb. She gives herself a few denial-filled points for that one, because she doesn’t want to look; she doesn’t want to think about it, damn it reality, just go away for a few seconds.
Reality doesn’t go away. Neither do the excavation-style lights, the kinds she’d imagine on a dig, only this isn’t the pristine dust-filled chamber where you’d find a mummy or a treasure or anything like that. They’d already found that, which is kind of a cop-out, if she thinks about it. The best stuff should be at the bottom, past all the traps and the point at which most reasonable people would turn back, and she hates hates hates the fact that more than anything this Wyndam-Price guy doesn’t have a clue about properly presenting his evil villain lair in the middle of a pyramid. It’s like he hasn’t even read the classics, except he used to be a stuffy Watcher like Giles, so obviously he does actually know the classics and is just ignoring them, which is even more unforgivable.
Though for all she knows, the sacrifices and pools of blood are exactly how this place was supposed to be used anyway, and thus less desecration than acts of reverence, of respect.
She hates that too.
What she’s trying not to think about, no matter how badly that’s actually going for her, is that—the center.
There’s a slab of rock. An altar, perfect and ready for the slaughter, and it’s been used for that exact purpose.
The body lying there, it—Willow’s all but draped herself over it, weeping, Papa with Crazy D out trying frantically to get something, anything to work—
That’s right. His grandchild. After he already lost his wife. And sure, the story of the Joestars could have gone a lot worse—Uncle Kakyoin could have died, for example—but still, they’ve…
There’s been enough death. Enough loss. And they just need to stop it already, and she’s just—
How does she deal with it? How? It’s one thing to say “I’m not ready for the loss,” but, like, what do you do or say or...how do you deal with this, this idea that once there was a human you used to know, that you needed to know wanted to know a final reunion where he’d get all the support and love and hugs and awkwardness he absolutely deserved from a parent, only to have that ripped away? Higashikata Josephine wasn’t ready to be a mother, but she’s even less ready not to be.
This, she suspects, would be Indiana Jones’ nightmare. Thanks to Cugino Giorno, an entire mass of vipers rise from the lake of blood, swarming around and slithering up Wyndam-Price, but carefully, carefully avoiding the Stand attacks. It’s probably stalling for time, anyway, because she’s pretty sure he’s still got one of those Requiem Arrows and he’s probably at least considering using it.
She would. Probably a good reason as to why she hasn’t been given one, but, like...she’s never been fond of Uncle Mista’s gun, because, well, guns. Maybe it’s just that a katana’s been shown in a dozen shows in her childhood to be cooler than a gun anyday, but, seriously, beating up people with your bare hands, tachi, wakizashi, tantÅ. But right now, if Uncle Mista were here, she’d just take it from him, fire off at least three shots. Not that it’d do much, not against a vampire, but it’d sure as hell make her feel better. At least for a bit, but hey, she’s a realist, she knows that’s always, always true. Everything’s only ever temporary. Might as well make it last while you can.
She wants to help, but she can’t. She doesn’t know how to heal, how to make it better. Other than a joke, but hey, hoe’s a joke going to help with any of this, anyway? Fortunately she’s not completely paralyzed. B3 is darting in and out, as much as she can, with a barrage of punches. Most of the time she’s not even seeing Star Platinum move, although she’s pretty sure Cousin Jotaro’s not stopping time all the time, mostly because, well, she feels like he probably can’t, no matter how much he wants to. He’s just standing as an unmoving pillar instead, hand in his pocket, no expression on his face, hat pulled as low as it’ll go, like he doesn’t even care. He does. He’s just too furious for words, and yeah, he could waste a good quip on this guy, but why? He’s giving them absolutely nothing to go on.
That’s another thing Wyndam-Price is getting all wrong about being a villain. He’s supposed to be giving them this big speech on how he’s invincible now, he’s outsmarted them all, whatever, and then she’s supposed to retort back something brave and heroic, something along the lines of “Please, Pillar Men vs Joestar Family results in a win for the Joestars every time”, or even “What makes you think you’re special; Joestars come back from the dead all the time.” Which—yeah, that’s just one more thing to add to the list, the fact that this craven bastard thinks he’s special when he’s just another piece of goddamn trash. Or maybe he’d acknowledge that, just to really get her goat. Maybe he’d be like “Yes, in fact I am nothing special, I just happen to be lucky”, except in some ways that’s even worse and also he just hasn’t said a word. Which is weird. Everyone else has to think so, right? And it’s not like you can play off of anything if there’s just nothing there to play off of.
Giles screamed. Maybe. She can’t be sure. She didn’t hear it. Or she did, but sound is working weird right now. He fell to his knees. She feels more than sees him rummaging around for something.
Buffy’s also gone silently, incandescently silent. She’s got really good form with the sword, though, even managing probably through some kinda battle instinct to avoid hitting anyone, up to and including the Stands she can’t fully see. Great-grandpa Jonathan would be proud, probably, and probably happy his sword is being put to good use. She’d like to think so, anyway. He might be the kind of guy who’s like “oh no, women shouldn’t be fighting”, but Josie would like to think that’s not actually the case. The story she’d like to construct in her head is that he’d be proud, if maybe a little upset at how the whole Slayer situation came to be, because from what little she managed to gather from some snooping, that situation is just a plan envisioned by a bunch of cowardly assholes so they didn’t have to get involved themselves. Which, news of the century, it takes everyone who can to stand up ha against evil. They might’ve told themselves it saved their bacon. Generations of jerks might’ve even have been right about that part, since they made it through all of that in one piece, but eventually that devil’s deal came right to their doorstep.
Or they turn out rotten, like this guy. He should’ve died with the rest of his pond scum brethren, before he had a chance to—before he had a chance to—
That’s him. Johan. Her son. Lying there, and it feels so still, so utterly silent, and she wants to scream but can’t, even though there’s a fight going on behind and the sounds of the occasional ‘ora!’ not during time stop, and. It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t painless. He had the Joestar heart, and this piece of trash, the scum of the earth took that away from him and left him lying there on display like a trophy and she’s not going to let this be the end, be reality if she can help it, if she has to rustle up a miracle from Avalon herself, but how are they going to fix this?
