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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Chapter 356
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy checks in with the local Brazilian slayers.
Word Count: 1026
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“Anything I should know about?” she asks. They’ve all already asked her a million questions, invited her on a hunt of...uh, well, Buffy definitely can’t pronounce the word, but apparently it’s called a Headless Mule. Buffy’s first instinct is that obviously this isn’t one of those monsters you can deal with by beheading, which is actually pretty common. At least she doesn’t say that out loud, because apparently she’d actually been a younger sister that had slept with a priest, and while a lot of the Council Slayers would just go right for killing her it’s more of a werewolf situation and you can actually save one by stealing the bridle, which hey, maybe a challenge for most people, but a Slayer? Please.
“We’ve been watching out, but there’s no sign of an increase in vampire activity or anything of the sort. Oh, a few lawyers from Wolfram & Hart tried to establish a law firm here in Brazil. They tried to protect this Sarde fellow from tax fraud but they’d falsified a few documents sloppily themselves and the OAB—that’s the equivalent of the Bar Association in the United States—disciplined them, so they packed right back up. We’ve been trying to find out more about the sale of the land but from what we can tell it’d been owned by a foreigner, possibly one that never even set foot here. Some Portuguese name. Probably handed down in the family for generations since colonial occupation until finally someone decided not to keep paying property taxes on land they’ve never even seen.” The other Slayer, Iria Miriam Constantino Gil, but please, call her Iria, gestures for Buffy to sit down, which she does, sliding into a seat. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, but Buffy’s slipped into tighter spaces during a hunt and, if she’s being honest, tighter dresses, than this. She’s totally got this.
Okay, yeah, that’s a little suspicious. That’s one of the ways that Wolfram & Hart tends to operate, doesn’t it? Buffy seems to remember some vague story—Spike had mentioned it, she thinks. About ‘family inheritance’ being a favored tactic of demons and vampires, or something? And yeah, sure, maybe rich people did own and inherit land in places they’ve never seen. If she was still alive, Buffy would definitely ask Cordy, who would probably be a little condescending about it, but she’d also answer the question and be more helpful than a lot of the informants they’ve dealt with over the years, so yeah, she’s still preferable, and Buffy still misses her. Xander probably does, too.
“I guess you don’t know anybody to call in the government, yet.” Giorno might have an easier time when it comes to that.
“One of the Detetives knew the old Watchers, but he’s...I suppose you’d call him ‘old school’. We’re thinking we might have a better chance with the Military Police. From what I’ve seen from watching far too many American mystery shows, I don’t think you have an equivalent. The Military Police have more preventative duties like patrolling, while the Civil Police investigates after the fact.”
“I think I can see a synergy there, yeah,” Buffy agrees. ‘Course, from the name, it sounds like they’ve got more leeway, which could go either way. Less red tape helps when you’re trying to prevent people from being eaten by, uh...a Brazilian werewolf. She’s not going to try pronouncing it when Giles isn’t around to tease. But it also means it’s probably easier for you to get away with pulling a gun on a girl or young woman. Not like she’s speaking from personal experience or anything.
And then the rest of the Slayers come in carrying giant skewers of meat, french fries, something that looks like cut banana, cheese bread, a bunch of small bowls with what looks like the same dip and spice mix. She used to worry about eating too much and seeming like a glutton, but at this point, when none of it sticks (well, assuming she’s staying active rather than being stuck in the attic sorting boxes), she’s stopped caring. And maybe there will actually be enough food here for all of them, though she’s going to guess it’s a special occasion given that she’s visiting and maybe it’s not this elaborate all the time. “Where were you when we were trying to feed an army of Slayers?” she asks, only to have them all laugh.
“Your mistake was that clearly you should’ve come to Brazil,” Cláudia Magro Teixeira Paredes Guerra (nicknamed as ‘War’) tells her, slicing off pieces of the meat for her son squirming on her lap. Maybe so. She’s definitely going to enjoy this, for sure.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy checks in with the local Brazilian slayers.
Word Count: 1026
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“We’ve been keeping our heads down, just like we’ve been told.” At least they’ve been in pretty good shape after the purge or rebellion or whatever fancy word Simone wanted to use to call betraying them all sound more legit. Even getting here is an adventure, as they deal with no less than three invites to various parties and pass an impromptu dance. The apartment that Buffy’s led into is small and a bit cramped, but somewhere between six Slayers and a single witch they’ve been able to at least make it look fairly clean and cared for. And she stops to play with the small colorful dog, because it’s insisting and it’s kind of nice. If she hadn’t been too busy with everything else, she might’ve thought about getting a pet, but all she could manage was Willow’s kittens by proxy. Though with how closely they’re living and working together, maybe it’s easier to make it work when you’re not the only one taking on all the work. (...Honestly, if you put it that way, the same is true of just Slaying in general, but they’d figured it out. Eventually.) At least they’re getting to have this meeting over food—Buffy had tried to decline but they’d insisted every time, and it was probably either a hospitality thing or the Slayers were just hungry. Either way, Buffy gets it. She’s not about to stand between a Slayer and her food.
“Anything I should know about?” she asks. They’ve all already asked her a million questions, invited her on a hunt of...uh, well, Buffy definitely can’t pronounce the word, but apparently it’s called a Headless Mule. Buffy’s first instinct is that obviously this isn’t one of those monsters you can deal with by beheading, which is actually pretty common. At least she doesn’t say that out loud, because apparently she’d actually been a younger sister that had slept with a priest, and while a lot of the Council Slayers would just go right for killing her it’s more of a werewolf situation and you can actually save one by stealing the bridle, which hey, maybe a challenge for most people, but a Slayer? Please.
“We’ve been watching out, but there’s no sign of an increase in vampire activity or anything of the sort. Oh, a few lawyers from Wolfram & Hart tried to establish a law firm here in Brazil. They tried to protect this Sarde fellow from tax fraud but they’d falsified a few documents sloppily themselves and the OAB—that’s the equivalent of the Bar Association in the United States—disciplined them, so they packed right back up. We’ve been trying to find out more about the sale of the land but from what we can tell it’d been owned by a foreigner, possibly one that never even set foot here. Some Portuguese name. Probably handed down in the family for generations since colonial occupation until finally someone decided not to keep paying property taxes on land they’ve never even seen.” The other Slayer, Iria Miriam Constantino Gil, but please, call her Iria, gestures for Buffy to sit down, which she does, sliding into a seat. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, but Buffy’s slipped into tighter spaces during a hunt and, if she’s being honest, tighter dresses, than this. She’s totally got this.
Okay, yeah, that’s a little suspicious. That’s one of the ways that Wolfram & Hart tends to operate, doesn’t it? Buffy seems to remember some vague story—Spike had mentioned it, she thinks. About ‘family inheritance’ being a favored tactic of demons and vampires, or something? And yeah, sure, maybe rich people did own and inherit land in places they’ve never seen. If she was still alive, Buffy would definitely ask Cordy, who would probably be a little condescending about it, but she’d also answer the question and be more helpful than a lot of the informants they’ve dealt with over the years, so yeah, she’s still preferable, and Buffy still misses her. Xander probably does, too.
“I guess you don’t know anybody to call in the government, yet.” Giorno might have an easier time when it comes to that.
“One of the Detetives knew the old Watchers, but he’s...I suppose you’d call him ‘old school’. We’re thinking we might have a better chance with the Military Police. From what I’ve seen from watching far too many American mystery shows, I don’t think you have an equivalent. The Military Police have more preventative duties like patrolling, while the Civil Police investigates after the fact.”
“I think I can see a synergy there, yeah,” Buffy agrees. ‘Course, from the name, it sounds like they’ve got more leeway, which could go either way. Less red tape helps when you’re trying to prevent people from being eaten by, uh...a Brazilian werewolf. She’s not going to try pronouncing it when Giles isn’t around to tease. But it also means it’s probably easier for you to get away with pulling a gun on a girl or young woman. Not like she’s speaking from personal experience or anything.
And then the rest of the Slayers come in carrying giant skewers of meat, french fries, something that looks like cut banana, cheese bread, a bunch of small bowls with what looks like the same dip and spice mix. She used to worry about eating too much and seeming like a glutton, but at this point, when none of it sticks (well, assuming she’s staying active rather than being stuck in the attic sorting boxes), she’s stopped caring. And maybe there will actually be enough food here for all of them, though she’s going to guess it’s a special occasion given that she’s visiting and maybe it’s not this elaborate all the time. “Where were you when we were trying to feed an army of Slayers?” she asks, only to have them all laugh.
“Your mistake was that clearly you should’ve come to Brazil,” Cláudia Magro Teixeira Paredes Guerra (nicknamed as ‘War’) tells her, slicing off pieces of the meat for her son squirming on her lap. Maybe so. She’s definitely going to enjoy this, for sure.