![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madimpossibledreamerMain Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: It takes a little work, but they do manage to get some answers out of Courtney Love.
Word Count: 1156
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Courtney glares. Kinda pouty. Probably because it’s not fun if they don’t play along, or get annoyed or impatient or something, but Dawn’s cool and collected.
Dawn shrugs, grinning. “Look, I’m a little sister. I practically invented fifteen ways to be annoying.”
Courtney lounges back, making herself comfortable. She’s careful not to break the hand-holding (which, eww, that’s gotta be getting sweaty by now), which is really interesting, actually. It means that however much she might put on this ‘I don’t need any of this, it’s just a favor to all of you’ attitude, it’s not true. Maybe she’s lonely, maybe she’s miserable, maybe she really, really wants this revenge, maybe it’s all of those things combined. She does put her feet on the table, probably because it’d annoy Giles to no end.
“I got no proof.” Again, that could be defiance. With catching that trace of loneliness, though, Buffy’s guessing it’s more like she’s second-guessing herself.
“But you’ve got an idea.” Yukako’s voice is drier and scarier than Dawn’s, but then, she’s probably more likely to resort to violence. Buffy’s definitely seen enough of the type to know. Some people, demons especially, would probably consider her to be that type of person, but hey, Buffy’s not like that to everybody, and she’s pretty sure Yukako is.
Mostly Willy. Who knows where that rat is these days? Some demons, sure. But, like, not everyone.
She doesn’t even know why she’s arguing this rep in her head; she does actually kinda like being the boogeyman to the monsters. Particularly now that she’s got the power of the sun in the palm of her hand.
Courtney shrugs, smirking, and Buffy rolls her eyes. She’s so over this.
Willow, to Giles’ (or Courtney’s, really) left, tries valiantly not to snort or giggle or give away Buffy’s position or that she’s even here or doing things that are in any way funny.
“Frau Love. Your story could easily be lost.” Buffy can’t see Beefheart’s face, but she’s definitely another no-nonsense type. “If it was in self-defense, then they set out to deliberately silence you. The dead do not often get this chance to share their lives, and may fade into history.” That one definitely depends, but Buffy’s not going to clarify. It’d just be a distraction at this point.
“With my art? I hope not,” Courtney responds with a smirk. Buffy’s pretty sure it’s just as insecure as the last. Personally, Buffy thinks it’ll take a while, for those who didn’t get some sort of cover story, at least, for anyone to forget the statues attacking London, let alone immortality in the rest of her art, but maybe that’s just the Slayer speaking. “All right, yeah. Sarde was a good client, for a bloke. Didn’t argue my rules, didn’t try for some fake sympathy, just paid me and stayed the hell out of my way, which is how I like it. Ordered a lot. I thought at first he was some kind of art dealer, and on paper I think that’s still what he was.”
“But?” Darling prompts gently, because that’s absolutely where it’s going.
“But some of the requests got...strange. A warehouse, a couple of times. Not to the client directly. And less and less instructions about the statue itself, making it match the rest. Something else, too—he always ordered in pairs.” She glances around the circle suddenly, coming out of the reminiscence with a bit of a start, fierce and defiant. “Not that I took much instruction in the first place, but he stopped bothering giving me any guidance at all.”
“You didn’t just take that, though, did you?” Dawn again, glancing at Buffy with a smile, and in response Buffy sticks out her tongue, because while okay, yeah, she’s kinda like that, don’t compare her to a lady who terrorized an entire city, thank you very much.
“Of course I sent Death. Saw a few regulars.” As far as Buffy knows, that’s the giant dragon Giorno had pretty much adopted. Good enough choice, as despite his powers from the few stories she’s heard of the four Horsemen Death was the friendliest. She’s definitely stalling actually talking specifics about those regulars, though.
She looks uncomfortable again, lost in thought. Disturbed by the memory, maybe. “The last statue, he said I didn’t even have to go with it. Just have it delivered. A single statue. Always insisted on me going, before, to make sure it didn’t get broken.”
“Which is when you got worried.” It’s just like Will to be upset on this woman’s behalf, but then, she’s probably making comparisons to the Trio.
“They weren’t planning on leaving me alive, and it wasn’t just two blokes. Just a feeling, but...my instincts are pretty good.” Because she’d been in that cult. Not that Buffy would know, but if it’s anything like managing to survive Sunnydale, hell yeah you get a gut feeling when you’re being targeted, even if you’re not a Slayer.
“Give us names,” the Cat Goddess lady demands suddenly, tail smacking Courtney right in the chest, and she winces but says nothing. From the look of concern, Willow is also contemplating having to heal Giles later.
Courtney pauses, looking sullen, like she wants to hold back now on account of her treatment. She even makes an aborted attempt at crossing her arms before remembering that she’s holding hands and abruptly drops the hands instead. “I...don’t have them,” she admits, but before anyone can respond to that she continues. “They never came at the same time, but. The pink-haired guy you asked about. A bloke always stinking of fish. Pretty sure one of them wasn’t even human.”
And then Giles slumps forward, but, oddly, the candles snuff out, and there’s a sound of one of the scratchy pens on paper, before everything goes totally silent.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: It takes a little work, but they do manage to get some answers out of Courtney Love.
Word Count: 1156
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“Okay, so how many people do you think were involved?” Dawn asks, completely unimpressed and unwilling to play the woman’s games, and Buffy, reluctantly, has to be impressed. It’s pretty clear that all those books and things Buffy had been complaining about sorting, what feels like centuries ago? Dawn had been reading those and paying attention. And as much as she’d have liked to keep her little sister out of all this mess, Dawn’s an adult who can make her own choices at this point, and she’s not going to stay out any more than she did when she was a brat kid trailing after her big sis while she was on Slaying duty. The plus side is that while she’s got clear Watcher inclinations, she doesn’t seem to want to be a field Watcher, just an archivist of sorts. But then, she always listened to their Mom more; sure, it was neat that Joyce managed the art gallery, but she’d gotten into the habit of only thinking about where the next demonic portrait or possessed artifact was going to show up.
Courtney glares. Kinda pouty. Probably because it’s not fun if they don’t play along, or get annoyed or impatient or something, but Dawn’s cool and collected.
Dawn shrugs, grinning. “Look, I’m a little sister. I practically invented fifteen ways to be annoying.”
Courtney lounges back, making herself comfortable. She’s careful not to break the hand-holding (which, eww, that’s gotta be getting sweaty by now), which is really interesting, actually. It means that however much she might put on this ‘I don’t need any of this, it’s just a favor to all of you’ attitude, it’s not true. Maybe she’s lonely, maybe she’s miserable, maybe she really, really wants this revenge, maybe it’s all of those things combined. She does put her feet on the table, probably because it’d annoy Giles to no end.
“I got no proof.” Again, that could be defiance. With catching that trace of loneliness, though, Buffy’s guessing it’s more like she’s second-guessing herself.
“But you’ve got an idea.” Yukako’s voice is drier and scarier than Dawn’s, but then, she’s probably more likely to resort to violence. Buffy’s definitely seen enough of the type to know. Some people, demons especially, would probably consider her to be that type of person, but hey, Buffy’s not like that to everybody, and she’s pretty sure Yukako is.
Mostly Willy. Who knows where that rat is these days? Some demons, sure. But, like, not everyone.
She doesn’t even know why she’s arguing this rep in her head; she does actually kinda like being the boogeyman to the monsters. Particularly now that she’s got the power of the sun in the palm of her hand.
Courtney shrugs, smirking, and Buffy rolls her eyes. She’s so over this.
Willow, to Giles’ (or Courtney’s, really) left, tries valiantly not to snort or giggle or give away Buffy’s position or that she’s even here or doing things that are in any way funny.
“Frau Love. Your story could easily be lost.” Buffy can’t see Beefheart’s face, but she’s definitely another no-nonsense type. “If it was in self-defense, then they set out to deliberately silence you. The dead do not often get this chance to share their lives, and may fade into history.” That one definitely depends, but Buffy’s not going to clarify. It’d just be a distraction at this point.
“With my art? I hope not,” Courtney responds with a smirk. Buffy’s pretty sure it’s just as insecure as the last. Personally, Buffy thinks it’ll take a while, for those who didn’t get some sort of cover story, at least, for anyone to forget the statues attacking London, let alone immortality in the rest of her art, but maybe that’s just the Slayer speaking. “All right, yeah. Sarde was a good client, for a bloke. Didn’t argue my rules, didn’t try for some fake sympathy, just paid me and stayed the hell out of my way, which is how I like it. Ordered a lot. I thought at first he was some kind of art dealer, and on paper I think that’s still what he was.”
“But?” Darling prompts gently, because that’s absolutely where it’s going.
“But some of the requests got...strange. A warehouse, a couple of times. Not to the client directly. And less and less instructions about the statue itself, making it match the rest. Something else, too—he always ordered in pairs.” She glances around the circle suddenly, coming out of the reminiscence with a bit of a start, fierce and defiant. “Not that I took much instruction in the first place, but he stopped bothering giving me any guidance at all.”
“You didn’t just take that, though, did you?” Dawn again, glancing at Buffy with a smile, and in response Buffy sticks out her tongue, because while okay, yeah, she’s kinda like that, don’t compare her to a lady who terrorized an entire city, thank you very much.
“Of course I sent Death. Saw a few regulars.” As far as Buffy knows, that’s the giant dragon Giorno had pretty much adopted. Good enough choice, as despite his powers from the few stories she’s heard of the four Horsemen Death was the friendliest. She’s definitely stalling actually talking specifics about those regulars, though.
She looks uncomfortable again, lost in thought. Disturbed by the memory, maybe. “The last statue, he said I didn’t even have to go with it. Just have it delivered. A single statue. Always insisted on me going, before, to make sure it didn’t get broken.”
“Which is when you got worried.” It’s just like Will to be upset on this woman’s behalf, but then, she’s probably making comparisons to the Trio.
“They weren’t planning on leaving me alive, and it wasn’t just two blokes. Just a feeling, but...my instincts are pretty good.” Because she’d been in that cult. Not that Buffy would know, but if it’s anything like managing to survive Sunnydale, hell yeah you get a gut feeling when you’re being targeted, even if you’re not a Slayer.
“Give us names,” the Cat Goddess lady demands suddenly, tail smacking Courtney right in the chest, and she winces but says nothing. From the look of concern, Willow is also contemplating having to heal Giles later.
Courtney pauses, looking sullen, like she wants to hold back now on account of her treatment. She even makes an aborted attempt at crossing her arms before remembering that she’s holding hands and abruptly drops the hands instead. “I...don’t have them,” she admits, but before anyone can respond to that she continues. “They never came at the same time, but. The pink-haired guy you asked about. A bloke always stinking of fish. Pretty sure one of them wasn’t even human.”
And then Giles slumps forward, but, oddly, the candles snuff out, and there’s a sound of one of the scratchy pens on paper, before everything goes totally silent.
