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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno, Buffy, and one of the Slayers, Anitta, go to check out the first house in the city.
Word Count: 1113
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
It is, as far as she can tell, just an act. Anitta senses it too, covering up the fact that the tightly controlled unrest makes her uneasy, too, with even more bright commentary. Which is nice to know. Buffy had wondered if that was something all the Slayers could do, the ‘sensing the Son of Vampire’ thing, and the answer is yes, apparently. They’re all politely ignoring it, because if they couldn’t all sense each other no one would know. And...putting it that way makes it sound like the summary of a bad B movie. Hopefully Xander recovers soon.
Though perhaps Giorno’s also trying to cover up the scent of blood. If he doesn’t crave it like his father, it’s probably not nice to have to keep smelling it. (Maybe even if he does...Angel would—used to—try to avoid temptation.)
Giorno is not exactly patient, not here and now. He seems like a generally patient person, but he doesn’t feel like it right now, so he’s having to force himself, like a caged tiger. Probably, she realizes suddenly, why he’d gone to look for trouble. They had something in common. Of course, he was also probably freer to act, here, rather than Italy on his not-mobster throne. Though even there—they hadn’t wanted her to be in the field, either, not after she’d become Head Slayer and gotten honors and all sorts of chains of responsibility. Which, yeah, fair, that’s adulthood for you. You’re suddenly expected to be responsible and pay taxes and act like now that you’ve had your twenty-first birthday you matured and aged overnight. But sometimes you just want to work off a little steam staking some vampires, and Giorno had just sought out the equivalent he could find. Trying to make the world a better place, if from the point of view of a criminal, not a Slayer.
He even buys one for some of the tourist kids. He really does seem to like kids. Maybe he’s reminding himself of why he does what he does.
Walking and eating the ice cream and touring the city is nice. She does end up slamming someone following them into a wall, worried he’s working for Rush.
“Pickpocket, or perhaps more along the lines of armed robbery, given that knife,” Giorno corrects, getting closer with menace (again, closer to a Slayer on the prowl than a vampire). “He’s free to take my wallet, if he can.”
Wisely, the man glances at the three of them, Anitta settling back against the wall to watch, and decides that hightailing it to steal another day is the best idea he’s ever heard.
“My fault for flashing my wallet in public. It gives people ideas.” He doesn’t sound very apologetic, more like downright cheerful, but given that that apparently had been enough to settle whatever remaining jitters he had, more than the earlier violence. That means he’s not putting Anitta on edge anymore. And also—Buffy has never before acted as bait on purpose to work out some aggression, no sirree.
As they get closer, Anitta’s description turns to the destination itself. “There’s the Barra lighthouse. The city probably wouldn’t care so much about the property, except it’s beachfront, so it’s still worth a lot on the market. We’ve been having someone watch it the entire time, but as far as we can tell the only people that have come in have been cleaners, appraisers, and the like. Technically, foreigners aren’t supposed to own land in Brazil near the coast…”
“So that was part of the bribe,” Giorno muses.
Anitta takes no offense, which is good, because some of the other Slayers would have. “Probably. Of course, if you’re a foreigner becoming a permanent resident, that’s different, but no one in the neighborhood even knew that anyone lived here. If the house was used, they were quiet about it.”
And then they catch a glimpse of the place itself—like some Florida houses, it’s on stilts out in the water. Buffy’s starting to get an idea what Giorno was talking about when he mentioned not thinking they’ll find much of anything. It’s pristine and sterile, the kind that a house gets right before it goes on sale. Walls scrubbed, wood replaced, plants spruced up, glass newly installed. It’s small, but then, if Rush had used it at all, the draw was probably the access to water. If you use planes, you might have to deal with air traffic or customs or whatever, but if you’re careful, you might be able to deliver objects or people with no fuss, if you can avoid a port directly. He could bribe, too, but bribery leaves a trail. Even if they don’t record anything, officials themselves still remember. And given that he’d tried to murder everybody in the Wolfram & Hart building, Rush is not a fan of trails, mental or paper or anything else, when they can actually be traced somewhere that matters.
When she looks back, Giorno, it appears, has already strolled forward to the door and pulled on gold, ostentatious gloves. He’s now crouching down and pulling hairpins out of his fancy hairdo.
“I used to be a thief,” he explains with absolutely no embarrassment.
“You were what?” And then something occurs to her very suddenly and she groans. “Do not teach Dawn anything. You are forbidden. I forbid you.”
“Why not? It’s a useful skill.” He smiles sunnily up at her, trying the door with a gloved hand and then straightening, pushing it open with a flourished bow. “The real trick is knowing when to use a skill and when to refrain—though I suppose the same could be said of any skill one possesses.”
Fair enough. And it’s better than just Slayer Strength slamming the door when they’re trying to keep a low profile.
“I’ll talk to Ludmilla and join you after,” Anitta decides, walking toward a group of bushes where presumably—yeah, now that Buffy’s paying attention, she can feel the Slayer hiding there. Sensing life. Rad.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno, Buffy, and one of the Slayers, Anitta, go to check out the first house in the city.
Word Count: 1113
Rating: Teen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
The Slayer they send, Anitta Ferreira e Mateus, or Anitta, actually happens to be a tour guide, in her day job, and it shows as they walk through the city, pointing out this museum or that location with history. Giorno appears poised, completely okay that they’re not hurrying this along, and to be fair if there’s not much left to find, there probably isn’t that much of a rush. He even agrees to stop at one of the city’s several ice cream shops along the way, casually eating the ice cream as if he’s carefree and has very little in the way of responsibilities or urgency.
It is, as far as she can tell, just an act. Anitta senses it too, covering up the fact that the tightly controlled unrest makes her uneasy, too, with even more bright commentary. Which is nice to know. Buffy had wondered if that was something all the Slayers could do, the ‘sensing the Son of Vampire’ thing, and the answer is yes, apparently. They’re all politely ignoring it, because if they couldn’t all sense each other no one would know. And...putting it that way makes it sound like the summary of a bad B movie. Hopefully Xander recovers soon.
Though perhaps Giorno’s also trying to cover up the scent of blood. If he doesn’t crave it like his father, it’s probably not nice to have to keep smelling it. (Maybe even if he does...Angel would—used to—try to avoid temptation.)
Giorno is not exactly patient, not here and now. He seems like a generally patient person, but he doesn’t feel like it right now, so he’s having to force himself, like a caged tiger. Probably, she realizes suddenly, why he’d gone to look for trouble. They had something in common. Of course, he was also probably freer to act, here, rather than Italy on his not-mobster throne. Though even there—they hadn’t wanted her to be in the field, either, not after she’d become Head Slayer and gotten honors and all sorts of chains of responsibility. Which, yeah, fair, that’s adulthood for you. You’re suddenly expected to be responsible and pay taxes and act like now that you’ve had your twenty-first birthday you matured and aged overnight. But sometimes you just want to work off a little steam staking some vampires, and Giorno had just sought out the equivalent he could find. Trying to make the world a better place, if from the point of view of a criminal, not a Slayer.
He even buys one for some of the tourist kids. He really does seem to like kids. Maybe he’s reminding himself of why he does what he does.
Walking and eating the ice cream and touring the city is nice. She does end up slamming someone following them into a wall, worried he’s working for Rush.
“Pickpocket, or perhaps more along the lines of armed robbery, given that knife,” Giorno corrects, getting closer with menace (again, closer to a Slayer on the prowl than a vampire). “He’s free to take my wallet, if he can.”
Wisely, the man glances at the three of them, Anitta settling back against the wall to watch, and decides that hightailing it to steal another day is the best idea he’s ever heard.
“My fault for flashing my wallet in public. It gives people ideas.” He doesn’t sound very apologetic, more like downright cheerful, but given that that apparently had been enough to settle whatever remaining jitters he had, more than the earlier violence. That means he’s not putting Anitta on edge anymore. And also—Buffy has never before acted as bait on purpose to work out some aggression, no sirree.
As they get closer, Anitta’s description turns to the destination itself. “There’s the Barra lighthouse. The city probably wouldn’t care so much about the property, except it’s beachfront, so it’s still worth a lot on the market. We’ve been having someone watch it the entire time, but as far as we can tell the only people that have come in have been cleaners, appraisers, and the like. Technically, foreigners aren’t supposed to own land in Brazil near the coast…”
“So that was part of the bribe,” Giorno muses.
Anitta takes no offense, which is good, because some of the other Slayers would have. “Probably. Of course, if you’re a foreigner becoming a permanent resident, that’s different, but no one in the neighborhood even knew that anyone lived here. If the house was used, they were quiet about it.”
And then they catch a glimpse of the place itself—like some Florida houses, it’s on stilts out in the water. Buffy’s starting to get an idea what Giorno was talking about when he mentioned not thinking they’ll find much of anything. It’s pristine and sterile, the kind that a house gets right before it goes on sale. Walls scrubbed, wood replaced, plants spruced up, glass newly installed. It’s small, but then, if Rush had used it at all, the draw was probably the access to water. If you use planes, you might have to deal with air traffic or customs or whatever, but if you’re careful, you might be able to deliver objects or people with no fuss, if you can avoid a port directly. He could bribe, too, but bribery leaves a trail. Even if they don’t record anything, officials themselves still remember. And given that he’d tried to murder everybody in the Wolfram & Hart building, Rush is not a fan of trails, mental or paper or anything else, when they can actually be traced somewhere that matters.
When she looks back, Giorno, it appears, has already strolled forward to the door and pulled on gold, ostentatious gloves. He’s now crouching down and pulling hairpins out of his fancy hairdo.
“I used to be a thief,” he explains with absolutely no embarrassment.
“You were what?” And then something occurs to her very suddenly and she groans. “Do not teach Dawn anything. You are forbidden. I forbid you.”
“Why not? It’s a useful skill.” He smiles sunnily up at her, trying the door with a gloved hand and then straightening, pushing it open with a flourished bow. “The real trick is knowing when to use a skill and when to refrain—though I suppose the same could be said of any skill one possesses.”
Fair enough. And it’s better than just Slayer Strength slamming the door when they’re trying to keep a low profile.
“I’ll talk to Ludmilla and join you after,” Anitta decides, walking toward a group of bushes where presumably—yeah, now that Buffy’s paying attention, she can feel the Slayer hiding there. Sensing life. Rad.
