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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion Chapter 358
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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy and the Slayers meet back up with Giorno on the beach.
Word Count: 1088
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
And it’s even better when she’s getting to enjoy it with a bunch of Brazilian Slayers, only too happy to indulge her in practicing this Ripple stuff even more. They’d chosen one of the less crowded ones, but it’s pretty anyway; just the sort of spot a native of Salvador would choose if they wanted to enjoy the beach without being interrupted. In the distance Buffy spots a boat out in the water. When she’d suggested they spar, they’re more enthusiastic about it than desperate, but she can feel that undercurrent anyway. It’s not demons, she’s pretty sure—even with the fact that she’s a distinguished guest, she’s pretty sure they wouldn’t hesitate to propose a hunt if necessary, which just leaves humans and the very unequal systems they tend to create. She’s politely pretending that she doesn’t see it, because other than sending a little more supplies out she’s not sure what she can do for them. She’ll have to ask Giles; he gets restless without a project, and logistics will probably keep him busy for a while. She doesn’t know exactly how it’d work on humans, but if it’s even just like a shock like a stun gun, that might just be enough to keep them safe, and who’s she to question that? The kid, Elias, had been all excited about it too, even though he doesn’t probably understand everything about what his mom does, cheering loudly from the sidelines in Portuguese. Buffy doesn’t understand a word, but she doesn’t have to understand to get the gist. It’s adorable.
It’s interesting seeing them. Because, again, it’d been easy to see all the bad and none of the good, but maybe that’d been a coping mechanism, because seeing how much they love their city, she realizes that no matter how complicated, she hadn’t developed the same association, the bad with the good, anywhere else she’d been since, even London, and she’d spent the most time in London. Sure, Salvador was imperfect, but they loved it and wanted to protect their home.
It seems like all of them can sense Giorno’s vampiric heritage, too, because as one they all kind of stiffen, suddenly more aware of their surroundings, even if they’re trying very hard to hide their wariness. Buffy too, but she’s had more time with him reminding herself that he’s actually an ally. And then the breeze brings the stink of blood. Giorno’s good; there’s not a single drop of it on his clothes, and maybe it wouldn’t be utterly obvious to a non-Slayer. Smells like he added a touch of cologne to try to cover up, and it’d probably work on most people.
If Buffy’s the one who confronts him, though, it’ll be a good demonstration that he can be challenged without it ending in tears or pain. So she decides to be as blunt as possible. “You stink of blood.”
Giorno blinks, the only sign he’ll allow himself of surprise, before smiling in a dangerous look that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Demons aren’t the only ones who prey on the innocent. I can only apologize that I can’t prevent their replacement. Nature and power hate vacuums, after all, and the positions will not remain empty for long.” The smile turns more genuine as he turns to their hosts, reaching out a hand for a handshake and saying something in Portuguese. War probably puts most of her strength into the handshake, but Giorno doesn’t show a sign of discomfort or challenge, only respect. “I can only hope the streets stay safe for some time.”
“We can hope, too,” Iria agrees.
Giorno pauses, then sits in the sand as if he’s not wearing an incredibly expensive suit. Buffy misses nice clothes. Maybe she can bother Giorno into getting some more for her. The whole ‘keeping your head down after the headquarters was rendered unsafe’ thing isn’t her style. He relaxes, golden hair blowing in the wind as he stares out at the water, looking suddenly much younger. How old is he again? He picks up a discarded wrapper with a little distaste, turning it in his hands idly.
“I believe Senhor Veloso would be open to further talks with the Speedwagon Foundation and the International Slayers’ and Watchers’ Council,” he states smoothly, as if that wasn’t even a mouthful at all. “He seems to actually care about the welfare of the city’s inhabitants. I was also able to get the address of both of Sarde’s confiscated properties. I don’t think there will be much of anything to find at the first one here in the city; it’s an attractive property, so it’ll probably be re-sold soon. We should visit it anyway to be thorough.”
He sets a hermit crab, shell and all, gently down on the sand, where it trots toward the water like it hasn’t got a care in the world. There’s no sign of the wrapper, which probably means that he’d decided to use his power to try to at least eliminate this instance of littering. And then he pulls out a piece of paper from a pocket, offering it to Iria with deference. “I trust you know this address?”
“Of course,” she responds, but they’re interrupted by the little boy squealing, running around and gathering up all sorts of trash before running up to Giorno and dumping them at his feet, squealing something in Portuguese.
Giorno grins, responding and ruffling the kid’s hair, before repeating the process—a small army of hermit crabs, a snake, and some type of bird. Not a gull, though, which is a good reminder that oh yeah this isn’t California, no matter the nostalgia factor.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy and the Slayers meet back up with Giorno on the beach.
Word Count: 1088
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The beach is nice. Buffy hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it. Of course, she’d been too busy to think about things like that in the first place. But beyond that, she hadn’t thought she’d miss anything from Sunnydale. The first things that came to mind were the police and the Hellmouth and all the graveyards, complete with her own grave. Not much to miss there, she would’ve thought. She’d had a few moments of quiet nostalgia when it came to the Bronze or the art gallery, though she hadn’t ever spent too much time there and she’d been trying not to think about that, because with that came thoughts of Mom and she really didn’t want to think about memories that hurt. There were enough of those anyway. Nothing about the beach is painful, just calming, listening to the sound of the waves.
And it’s even better when she’s getting to enjoy it with a bunch of Brazilian Slayers, only too happy to indulge her in practicing this Ripple stuff even more. They’d chosen one of the less crowded ones, but it’s pretty anyway; just the sort of spot a native of Salvador would choose if they wanted to enjoy the beach without being interrupted. In the distance Buffy spots a boat out in the water. When she’d suggested they spar, they’re more enthusiastic about it than desperate, but she can feel that undercurrent anyway. It’s not demons, she’s pretty sure—even with the fact that she’s a distinguished guest, she’s pretty sure they wouldn’t hesitate to propose a hunt if necessary, which just leaves humans and the very unequal systems they tend to create. She’s politely pretending that she doesn’t see it, because other than sending a little more supplies out she’s not sure what she can do for them. She’ll have to ask Giles; he gets restless without a project, and logistics will probably keep him busy for a while. She doesn’t know exactly how it’d work on humans, but if it’s even just like a shock like a stun gun, that might just be enough to keep them safe, and who’s she to question that? The kid, Elias, had been all excited about it too, even though he doesn’t probably understand everything about what his mom does, cheering loudly from the sidelines in Portuguese. Buffy doesn’t understand a word, but she doesn’t have to understand to get the gist. It’s adorable.
It’s interesting seeing them. Because, again, it’d been easy to see all the bad and none of the good, but maybe that’d been a coping mechanism, because seeing how much they love their city, she realizes that no matter how complicated, she hadn’t developed the same association, the bad with the good, anywhere else she’d been since, even London, and she’d spent the most time in London. Sure, Salvador was imperfect, but they loved it and wanted to protect their home.
It seems like all of them can sense Giorno’s vampiric heritage, too, because as one they all kind of stiffen, suddenly more aware of their surroundings, even if they’re trying very hard to hide their wariness. Buffy too, but she’s had more time with him reminding herself that he’s actually an ally. And then the breeze brings the stink of blood. Giorno’s good; there’s not a single drop of it on his clothes, and maybe it wouldn’t be utterly obvious to a non-Slayer. Smells like he added a touch of cologne to try to cover up, and it’d probably work on most people.
If Buffy’s the one who confronts him, though, it’ll be a good demonstration that he can be challenged without it ending in tears or pain. So she decides to be as blunt as possible. “You stink of blood.”
Giorno blinks, the only sign he’ll allow himself of surprise, before smiling in a dangerous look that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Demons aren’t the only ones who prey on the innocent. I can only apologize that I can’t prevent their replacement. Nature and power hate vacuums, after all, and the positions will not remain empty for long.” The smile turns more genuine as he turns to their hosts, reaching out a hand for a handshake and saying something in Portuguese. War probably puts most of her strength into the handshake, but Giorno doesn’t show a sign of discomfort or challenge, only respect. “I can only hope the streets stay safe for some time.”
“We can hope, too,” Iria agrees.
Giorno pauses, then sits in the sand as if he’s not wearing an incredibly expensive suit. Buffy misses nice clothes. Maybe she can bother Giorno into getting some more for her. The whole ‘keeping your head down after the headquarters was rendered unsafe’ thing isn’t her style. He relaxes, golden hair blowing in the wind as he stares out at the water, looking suddenly much younger. How old is he again? He picks up a discarded wrapper with a little distaste, turning it in his hands idly.
“I believe Senhor Veloso would be open to further talks with the Speedwagon Foundation and the International Slayers’ and Watchers’ Council,” he states smoothly, as if that wasn’t even a mouthful at all. “He seems to actually care about the welfare of the city’s inhabitants. I was also able to get the address of both of Sarde’s confiscated properties. I don’t think there will be much of anything to find at the first one here in the city; it’s an attractive property, so it’ll probably be re-sold soon. We should visit it anyway to be thorough.”
He sets a hermit crab, shell and all, gently down on the sand, where it trots toward the water like it hasn’t got a care in the world. There’s no sign of the wrapper, which probably means that he’d decided to use his power to try to at least eliminate this instance of littering. And then he pulls out a piece of paper from a pocket, offering it to Iria with deference. “I trust you know this address?”
“Of course,” she responds, but they’re interrupted by the little boy squealing, running around and gathering up all sorts of trash before running up to Giorno and dumping them at his feet, squealing something in Portuguese.
Giorno grins, responding and ruffling the kid’s hair, before repeating the process—a small army of hermit crabs, a snake, and some type of bird. Not a gull, though, which is a good reminder that oh yeah this isn’t California, no matter the nostalgia factor.