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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro tries to figure out how to escape the trap.
Word Count: 1094
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Speaking of, he’s pretty sure this is overkill on a massive scale. No way even the biggest of fires needs this much water to put out. The fact that it’s going this long means it’s probably rigged, somehow.
The Wolfram & Hart lackeys actually starting to climb on top of the tables now. Being spattered with what essentially acts as acid is less of a problem than the water building up, and crouching underneath the tables is just exposing them to it more than even the spray. Skin’s started peeling and stuff. Shit’s nasty. Probably hurts, too, but he’s trying not to think about that part.
Which, combined with thinking about how the hell he’d set this up if he was an enemy who liked traps, probably means that the drains are blocked up. All of them. Just a question of what with to figure out how bad it’s all gonna get. It takes a lot of meticulous planning, but if this “Geoffrey” been dressing like a maintenance worker, he’s had that time if they wanted renovations or something, plus from his experience in owning a house there’s about five hundred ways to gunk up a drain. If you were clever and knew your science, you could probably even do it pretty easily on purpose.
He puts his hands in his pockets and glances around. And yeah, there’s a current. Not too noticeable, so it’s not like there’s that much of a slope, probably on purpose so as not to mess up the fancy ‘aesthetics’. He wanders over to the spot, the water sloshing around the tops of his shoes, and grimaces. It’d absolutely be worse if he had socks on.
He calls out to Koichi-kun. The kid doesn’t even hear him over the sound of the water. It’s one of few cases he can think of where he’d absolutely like to have Hierophant Green. If he wrapped a tendril around the kid’s arm, he’d get his attention for sure.
Whatever. He’ll just use Star. And yeah, sure, he’d probably manage to open up the drain himself using Star Platinum, but he’s not sure if a delicate touch would be required or not, and sure, his Stand can be precise, but he’s got no clue of what he’s doing and if just breaking through is gonna make this whole situation worse or not.
There’s a hand on his shoulder. He very nearly slams his own fist into the one responsible, only managing to pull his punch at last minute, because he recognizes it.
Kakyoin just grins at him, the freak. Like the thought of being punched the hell out by Jotaro or Star didn’t even phase him.
And then Kakyoin holds out a box. Of extremely fancy pens, the kind the most pretentious asshole professors would have in their office. Which means he probably was wandering around the conference room while they spoke lifting everything he could get away with, and no one even noticed. Nice.
He doesn’t even have to bother explaining the thought process here. Not like Jotaro could even hear a word even if he did. Maybe it’s a good thing after all, that Kakyoin was the one that noticed and not Koichi-kun.
Jotaro accepts it with a smirk, calling out Star and pulling a single pen out. If it breaks, he’ll grab another one, but for now, he’ll do his best to keep it to a minimum if only because he might as well just punch it if he’s not going to be careful about this.
Star crouches down, examining what they’re up against, and what the hell under the inconspicuous and frankly obnoxious grate probably made to match the room it looks like cement. Still, worth a try.
He stops time. Still uncomfortable, no matter how long it’s been, but he doesn’t simply ignore things that make him uncomfortable anymore, mostly because, well, that’s what they call being an adult, isn’t it? You pay taxes, you go grocery shopping, you cook sometimes, not because you like any of that but because you have to.
Four. And then Star stabs, again and again, with enough force there’s definitely holes, and the water flows for a bit and stops once it’s gotten far enough away. It’s definitely cement. Which sucks, because it means that their adversary’s actually pretty intelligent, but it’s also a clue, and the culprit might not even realize before he has one last question.
Heh.
Three. This guy knows chemistry, or he’s a construction worker, maybe. But he’d also known enough not to come off as a complete layman when it came to transferring blood. Part of that had been knowledge, but part of it was also his attitude. Knowledgeable, but caught off guard, which meant any mistakes would be chalked up to nervousness.
It’s working. It’s not like a bunch of concrete was used. Probably had to smuggle it in, and there’s only so much you can get away with even if you’ve convinced fools to trust you. But, and this occurs to him now, they don’t have time for the slow approach, even if he’s going at this in time stop. They need to start draining the water now. Two seconds. Ora.
He gets through. One. But then, it probably won’t be enough if the guy also blocked up the drain leading outside—and he’s been so meticulous this far, no way he hasn’t done that, too. At best, this is buying time.
Zero. Time resumes.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jotaro tries to figure out how to escape the trap.
Word Count: 1094
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Jotaro puts the phone away after the email. It’s probably already on its way to inevitable electronic death, but at least his coats are still pretty bulky, so it’ll have some protection against its demise. Even if Josuke left the minutes running, there’s no way anyone could hear anything over this. And he’s not near wherever the kid ran to, so all he can do, at the moment, is worry about his own damn skin—that, and the others, of course. The water’s building up faster than it should. Jotaro doesn’t know for sure, of course. It could be an international difference thing. He’s pretty sure it’s not, though. Building codes might be slightly different, but the science behind them is the same, so it’s pretty much just whether it needs to be ready for hurricanes or earthquakes or whatever, right? Maybe there’s a few differences when working with marine species, so there’s usually water around you don’t want staying on the floor, but still. There’s only a limited number of ways you can actually effectively put out a fire.
Speaking of, he’s pretty sure this is overkill on a massive scale. No way even the biggest of fires needs this much water to put out. The fact that it’s going this long means it’s probably rigged, somehow.
The Wolfram & Hart lackeys actually starting to climb on top of the tables now. Being spattered with what essentially acts as acid is less of a problem than the water building up, and crouching underneath the tables is just exposing them to it more than even the spray. Skin’s started peeling and stuff. Shit’s nasty. Probably hurts, too, but he’s trying not to think about that part.
Which, combined with thinking about how the hell he’d set this up if he was an enemy who liked traps, probably means that the drains are blocked up. All of them. Just a question of what with to figure out how bad it’s all gonna get. It takes a lot of meticulous planning, but if this “Geoffrey” been dressing like a maintenance worker, he’s had that time if they wanted renovations or something, plus from his experience in owning a house there’s about five hundred ways to gunk up a drain. If you were clever and knew your science, you could probably even do it pretty easily on purpose.
He puts his hands in his pockets and glances around. And yeah, there’s a current. Not too noticeable, so it’s not like there’s that much of a slope, probably on purpose so as not to mess up the fancy ‘aesthetics’. He wanders over to the spot, the water sloshing around the tops of his shoes, and grimaces. It’d absolutely be worse if he had socks on.
He calls out to Koichi-kun. The kid doesn’t even hear him over the sound of the water. It’s one of few cases he can think of where he’d absolutely like to have Hierophant Green. If he wrapped a tendril around the kid’s arm, he’d get his attention for sure.
Whatever. He’ll just use Star. And yeah, sure, he’d probably manage to open up the drain himself using Star Platinum, but he’s not sure if a delicate touch would be required or not, and sure, his Stand can be precise, but he’s got no clue of what he’s doing and if just breaking through is gonna make this whole situation worse or not.
There’s a hand on his shoulder. He very nearly slams his own fist into the one responsible, only managing to pull his punch at last minute, because he recognizes it.
Kakyoin just grins at him, the freak. Like the thought of being punched the hell out by Jotaro or Star didn’t even phase him.
And then Kakyoin holds out a box. Of extremely fancy pens, the kind the most pretentious asshole professors would have in their office. Which means he probably was wandering around the conference room while they spoke lifting everything he could get away with, and no one even noticed. Nice.
He doesn’t even have to bother explaining the thought process here. Not like Jotaro could even hear a word even if he did. Maybe it’s a good thing after all, that Kakyoin was the one that noticed and not Koichi-kun.
Jotaro accepts it with a smirk, calling out Star and pulling a single pen out. If it breaks, he’ll grab another one, but for now, he’ll do his best to keep it to a minimum if only because he might as well just punch it if he’s not going to be careful about this.
Star crouches down, examining what they’re up against, and what the hell under the inconspicuous and frankly obnoxious grate probably made to match the room it looks like cement. Still, worth a try.
He stops time. Still uncomfortable, no matter how long it’s been, but he doesn’t simply ignore things that make him uncomfortable anymore, mostly because, well, that’s what they call being an adult, isn’t it? You pay taxes, you go grocery shopping, you cook sometimes, not because you like any of that but because you have to.
Four. And then Star stabs, again and again, with enough force there’s definitely holes, and the water flows for a bit and stops once it’s gotten far enough away. It’s definitely cement. Which sucks, because it means that their adversary’s actually pretty intelligent, but it’s also a clue, and the culprit might not even realize before he has one last question.
Heh.
Three. This guy knows chemistry, or he’s a construction worker, maybe. But he’d also known enough not to come off as a complete layman when it came to transferring blood. Part of that had been knowledge, but part of it was also his attitude. Knowledgeable, but caught off guard, which meant any mistakes would be chalked up to nervousness.
It’s working. It’s not like a bunch of concrete was used. Probably had to smuggle it in, and there’s only so much you can get away with even if you’ve convinced fools to trust you. But, and this occurs to him now, they don’t have time for the slow approach, even if he’s going at this in time stop. They need to start draining the water now. Two seconds. Ora.
He gets through. One. But then, it probably won’t be enough if the guy also blocked up the drain leading outside—and he’s been so meticulous this far, no way he hasn’t done that, too. At best, this is buying time.
Zero. Time resumes.
