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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The séance begins, and Buffy hopes Willow and Giles aren't making another mistake.
Word Count: 1134
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Apparently, Kakyoin and Jotaro, who’d stuck around to poke around (and, she suspects, generally make a nuisance of themselves, which is hilarious and she wholeheartedly approves) had found the remnants of a statue in the back of the building. It’d been partly destroyed by, apparently, acid; apparently their newest Big Bad had tried to cover his tracks and get rid of yet more evidence. The only reason anyone had even noticed in the aftermath was that some of the employees that had managed to escape thanks to Josuke had regrouped over near it. Since it’d been near the UV lights, though, Buffy and Jotaro had managed, accidentally, to target it and screw up the mechanism, leaving the statue partially intact. It’s the craftsmanship that had caught Kakyoin’s attention, but once he’d started examining why, exactly, it might have been a target of yet another of this asshole’s traps, they’d found a compartment. Nothing really incriminating in there, like fake passports or anything, but according to Jotaro, he’d absolutely stored some of the stuff in there before he’d actually set any of it up, though the how he knows that gets technical and sciencey and she’d had enough of all that kind of stuff years ago, when, you know, she’d actually still been in college.
Darling had, hesitating, still clearly mourning Xander’s new missing friend, explained that she recognized the mark, that it was from the statue woman. Andrew’s new friend had been able to confirm that.
Xander’s grandpa’s still back at Wolfram & Hart, too. Though he’s trying to deal more with the dying (and, uh, trying to argue about the need for proper funerals, so...good luck with that with a company that doesn’t care if its workers drop dead because they’ll bring them back anyway, even if there is a delay at this point). He’d also been chatting up a demon chick, which proved possibly more than anything that he really was related to Xander. Having considered it, him falling for a bossy Stand User, even if he was actually a guy, made more sense than at first glance, not that she’d voiced any of this confusion out loud because the last thing he needed right now was her sorting out her confusion within earshot. They’d avoided telling the whole story to Xander (or his mom, honestly), not wanting to make either one feel guilty or like they should have been there, but she does pass that along. His smile in return is the weakest she’s ever seen from him, but it is a start.
Yukako had volunteered for joining the circle, mostly because she didn’t want her husband to have to deal with it. Which, you know, fair enough. She’s cool. Knows exactly what she wants, just goes for it with no fear, and is pretty blunt. God she misses Cordy.
The cat-goddess lady is here, tail surprisingly still. Probably because she thinks trying to contact the dead is hilarious, not that she said so. It was either her or the giant with the spear, and he’s trusted even less not to start screwing up everything for his own entertainment, so they’d opted for the lesser of two evils.
Dawn’s here. She shouldn’t be, but she didn’t particularly listen to Buffy’s glare, and she had picked up on some of this stuff trailing around after Willow and Tara, rest her soul, and she’s an adult now so even being the older sister doesn’t automatically make Buffy the boss anymore, as much as she wants to be.
The last two participants of Darling, who desperately wanted to prove she was useful in painfully familiar ways, and Beefheart, who. Well, Buffy would have thought she’d be the last person to believe any of this stuff or want to participate, but here she is, formal and stiff and barely keeping it together. Which probably means this is postponing the breakdown, not that Buffy isn’t familiar with that, either. They could have had more, but a lot of people were busy (even, reluctantly, Andrew, although he had gotten to talk to the cop he’s crushing on again even if the results weren’t particularly enlightening) and Giles had said something about a hazard of the séance becoming unfocused, whatever that means.
So, it’s dark, except for the candles. Dusty. Willow had made a minimal effort to actually sort of clean, but they were on a time crunch and apparently it didn’t matter too much. (Buffy does kind of wonder if a dustier, eerier environment would work better for this, or if that would just up their chances of getting an evil spirit. Does this woman count? Magic isn’t, like, her thing. At all.)
Everyone else is supposed to relax. It doesn’t matter for Buffy; she’s sitting in a chair, sword in hand, in the circle. They’d used packaging tape, which doesn’t fit any of the horror movies they’d watched and mocked as teens when they weren’t in the mood for the latest Bollywood. At least it’s easier to see the lines than with salt. Then again, if anyone could pull this off, it’s Willow and Giles, so even if that’s not how it’s supposed to work, Buffy would bet they could make it work anyway. Some of them are even meditating.
Buffy couldn’t do that, so it’s a good thing she doesn’t have to. Joyce had gone on a yoga and diet kick once, and trying to think of nothing just threw Buffy into thoughts and memories that reminded her exactly why she’s not good sitting around doing nothing. Something she has in common with Xander, unfortunately. She’s trying not to fidget too much, though, especially with Luck & Pluck (Jotaro had gotten interrupted mid-story explaining why it’s got that name and why more than one person is treating the thing like it’s Excalibur, though he’d seemed a little uninvested in telling the story anyway), because she doesn’t need to add to any of them being distracted.
Willow and, surprisingly, Giles seem like the most nervous ones, honestly, but Giles’ voice is strong as he checks in with everyone in the circle and then, at the affirmations, calls on Minerva, first of all, to keep them safe from demons or others wishing to interpose with the intentions of the circle, and then on Aradia to lead the lost soul of Courtney Love to join them tonight.
Showtime, Buffy thinks, as Giles pauses between repeating that last phrase, stiffening slightly.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: The séance begins, and Buffy hopes Willow and Giles aren't making another mistake.
Word Count: 1134
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Ordinarily, Giles informs her solemnly, everyone would be required to sit and hold hands in the circle. Seeing as the spirit they’re trying to summon happens to be the woman whose Stand brought to life all those statues, Buffy hanging out in a circle of her own in the corner of the room is simply a prudent precaution.
Apparently, Kakyoin and Jotaro, who’d stuck around to poke around (and, she suspects, generally make a nuisance of themselves, which is hilarious and she wholeheartedly approves) had found the remnants of a statue in the back of the building. It’d been partly destroyed by, apparently, acid; apparently their newest Big Bad had tried to cover his tracks and get rid of yet more evidence. The only reason anyone had even noticed in the aftermath was that some of the employees that had managed to escape thanks to Josuke had regrouped over near it. Since it’d been near the UV lights, though, Buffy and Jotaro had managed, accidentally, to target it and screw up the mechanism, leaving the statue partially intact. It’s the craftsmanship that had caught Kakyoin’s attention, but once he’d started examining why, exactly, it might have been a target of yet another of this asshole’s traps, they’d found a compartment. Nothing really incriminating in there, like fake passports or anything, but according to Jotaro, he’d absolutely stored some of the stuff in there before he’d actually set any of it up, though the how he knows that gets technical and sciencey and she’d had enough of all that kind of stuff years ago, when, you know, she’d actually still been in college.
Darling had, hesitating, still clearly mourning Xander’s new missing friend, explained that she recognized the mark, that it was from the statue woman. Andrew’s new friend had been able to confirm that.
Xander’s grandpa’s still back at Wolfram & Hart, too. Though he’s trying to deal more with the dying (and, uh, trying to argue about the need for proper funerals, so...good luck with that with a company that doesn’t care if its workers drop dead because they’ll bring them back anyway, even if there is a delay at this point). He’d also been chatting up a demon chick, which proved possibly more than anything that he really was related to Xander. Having considered it, him falling for a bossy Stand User, even if he was actually a guy, made more sense than at first glance, not that she’d voiced any of this confusion out loud because the last thing he needed right now was her sorting out her confusion within earshot. They’d avoided telling the whole story to Xander (or his mom, honestly), not wanting to make either one feel guilty or like they should have been there, but she does pass that along. His smile in return is the weakest she’s ever seen from him, but it is a start.
Yukako had volunteered for joining the circle, mostly because she didn’t want her husband to have to deal with it. Which, you know, fair enough. She’s cool. Knows exactly what she wants, just goes for it with no fear, and is pretty blunt. God she misses Cordy.
The cat-goddess lady is here, tail surprisingly still. Probably because she thinks trying to contact the dead is hilarious, not that she said so. It was either her or the giant with the spear, and he’s trusted even less not to start screwing up everything for his own entertainment, so they’d opted for the lesser of two evils.
Dawn’s here. She shouldn’t be, but she didn’t particularly listen to Buffy’s glare, and she had picked up on some of this stuff trailing around after Willow and Tara, rest her soul, and she’s an adult now so even being the older sister doesn’t automatically make Buffy the boss anymore, as much as she wants to be.
The last two participants of Darling, who desperately wanted to prove she was useful in painfully familiar ways, and Beefheart, who. Well, Buffy would have thought she’d be the last person to believe any of this stuff or want to participate, but here she is, formal and stiff and barely keeping it together. Which probably means this is postponing the breakdown, not that Buffy isn’t familiar with that, either. They could have had more, but a lot of people were busy (even, reluctantly, Andrew, although he had gotten to talk to the cop he’s crushing on again even if the results weren’t particularly enlightening) and Giles had said something about a hazard of the séance becoming unfocused, whatever that means.
So, it’s dark, except for the candles. Dusty. Willow had made a minimal effort to actually sort of clean, but they were on a time crunch and apparently it didn’t matter too much. (Buffy does kind of wonder if a dustier, eerier environment would work better for this, or if that would just up their chances of getting an evil spirit. Does this woman count? Magic isn’t, like, her thing. At all.)
Everyone else is supposed to relax. It doesn’t matter for Buffy; she’s sitting in a chair, sword in hand, in the circle. They’d used packaging tape, which doesn’t fit any of the horror movies they’d watched and mocked as teens when they weren’t in the mood for the latest Bollywood. At least it’s easier to see the lines than with salt. Then again, if anyone could pull this off, it’s Willow and Giles, so even if that’s not how it’s supposed to work, Buffy would bet they could make it work anyway. Some of them are even meditating.
Buffy couldn’t do that, so it’s a good thing she doesn’t have to. Joyce had gone on a yoga and diet kick once, and trying to think of nothing just threw Buffy into thoughts and memories that reminded her exactly why she’s not good sitting around doing nothing. Something she has in common with Xander, unfortunately. She’s trying not to fidget too much, though, especially with Luck & Pluck (Jotaro had gotten interrupted mid-story explaining why it’s got that name and why more than one person is treating the thing like it’s Excalibur, though he’d seemed a little uninvested in telling the story anyway), because she doesn’t need to add to any of them being distracted.
Willow and, surprisingly, Giles seem like the most nervous ones, honestly, but Giles’ voice is strong as he checks in with everyone in the circle and then, at the affirmations, calls on Minerva, first of all, to keep them safe from demons or others wishing to interpose with the intentions of the circle, and then on Aradia to lead the lost soul of Courtney Love to join them tonight.
Showtime, Buffy thinks, as Giles pauses between repeating that last phrase, stiffening slightly.
