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Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno and Buffy along with their guides travel down the Amazon River.
Word Count: 1139
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
She’s heard (mostly through Giles’ rants particularly about how libraries should be silent) all the arguments about how humans are becoming too unused to the quiet and how the natural world isn’t noisy, and—okay, yeah, she can see it, slightly, because it’s not like a car or a motorcycle or whatever else causes ‘noise pollution’, but natural life if the Amazon is any indication isn’t anywhere near silent, between bird calls and insects and probably frogs and whatever else makes noise. Even to her Ripple-senses are anything but silent. The river itself isn’t too loud, but the boat moving through the water, especially since they’re not using motors, definitely is.
She’d offered to help paddle and was a little put out to be told no. The worry, as far as she can tell, is that if they don’t paddle in sync they could just be going in circles, or if they happen to use one at the wrong time, since a lot of the time they seem to just be letting the river carry them without any effort on their part, but she’s starting to feel a little restless and like she wants to do something, anything. She’s not exactly used to being a passenger.
They duck under a tree, heading to the exact spot and ducking down with ease that suggests this is a well-worn path, like the route you always take to work. A monkey decides to run overhead, and there’s an interesting parallel that Buffy’s mind catches on.
Giorno had made an effort to be polite, but he seems perfectly content to just look at everything, not exactly coming off as a wide-eyed kid, but he definitely seems younger, like this, trailing a hand in the water and barely paying attention to any attempts at conversation. He is at least paying enough attention to brace when they round a bend and Ivete calls out a warning. He hasn’t lost the seemingly effortless poise, even when sitting in the boat, and his attitude is making the ‘ready for adventure’ outfit he’s wearing seem like a designer suit. Another thing? The Amazon is wet. Sure, that could be seen as redundant, since that could be referring to the river, but even though it’s not raining some of the trees and vines drip on them as they pass, and yet Giorno doesn’t even flinch. She has to re-learn that skill; it would definitely come in handy when she’s trying to impress civilians in danger covered in demon goo or something.
Visually, at least, Daniela had been right. Rather than call out, she gestures when they’re getting close, and Giorno sharpens, ready. And then he takes out a notebook from a pocket. Buffy almost expects he’s going to write a note for them, trying not to make sound that could be overheard, but instead he crumples up the paper and drops it deliberately in the water.
“Are you littering?” Ivete hisses from the boat behind them, and Buffy would’ve agreed with her if she hadn’t seen the telltale golden glimmer of him summoning his Stand.
“I would never dare,” he responds with dignity, crumpling up another paper and this time deliberately holding it for a second on his palm so they can watch for the instant it transforms into a pirahna before he releases it into the water as it starts to panic about being out of the water.
“Are you—” Antonio begins, sounding fascinated, before stopping and reformulating his question as Giorno drops another one in. “This is reminding me of those evil supervillain clichés where they have an army of radioactive animals or whatever to unleash on the superheroes.”
Giorno’s answering smile is perfectly nice and innocent and still makes Antonio cringe a little, for good reason, honestly, given his profession.
“Can you control them?” Daniela asks quietly, scanning the riverbank as she starts to pull them toward it.
“Not as thoroughly as you might suppose, not this early, and I was not making this entire ride with live fish in my pocket,” he responds, just a trace of impish humor in the comment. “Or rather, they would not have survived. They are just as alive as their fellow fish, and require the same things—in this case, breathing through gills.”
“So if there is a trap, it’d be just as likely to spring on them,” Daniela realizes, voice utterly neutral. She doesn’t seem as scandalized by the idea as the other two—but then, she probably sees more of the harsher side of natural life living here, too.
“Well, under ordinary circumstances, it is unlikely Rush would have devised a trap that native wildlife would be likely to set off, or it’d be sprung and quite useless in further defense,” Giorno reasons. Buffy’s fairly certain he’s just going with what he would’ve done under the same circumstances, which is how she’s started trying to think through this, too. “A pirahna, a poison dart frog, a monkey not quite acting how they should might, conversely, be better at detecting them.”
“So you’re fine just creating something to sacrifice it?” Ivete challenges him. That frustration sounds like it doesn’t exactly have to do with just Giorno. It might have to do with struggles around deforestation or something.
Giorno closes his eyes, which is very possibly the only sign of frustration he will allow himself. When he opens them again, his tone is the same, if a little slow and deliberate. “Of course I am not fine with the idea. I do not like it, as it happens. But sometimes actions are necessary, however repulsive, and in any case the creatures I make are not quite as defenseless as you suppose, Ms. Ivete.” His firm tone suggests that’s the last word on the subject. He drops another fish into the water, willing anyone to dare to question him.
“I think Josephine mentioned something about animals usually being immune to the Ripple and depending how the trap is set off, a sudden surge of energy could set it off too, so we could try that,” Buffy suggests helpfully. It takes a little coordination, but that’s actually kind of fun, too, and they can see the glow even through the muddy water.
Main Points:
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Giorno and Buffy along with their guides travel down the Amazon River.
Word Count: 1139
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Buffy had never really thought she’d be taking a boat down the Amazon river, but then, she also never thought she’d make it past her sixteenth birthday, or seventeenth, or so on. It’s just as beautiful as the view above—more so, even, because she gets to hear all the animals and breathe in the smell of oxygen and life. Giorno is similarly entranced, watching with reverence as a butterfly flits past or a monkey finds its way through the branches overhead or a fish breaks the surface of the water or the flock of birds flies over.
She’s heard (mostly through Giles’ rants particularly about how libraries should be silent) all the arguments about how humans are becoming too unused to the quiet and how the natural world isn’t noisy, and—okay, yeah, she can see it, slightly, because it’s not like a car or a motorcycle or whatever else causes ‘noise pollution’, but natural life if the Amazon is any indication isn’t anywhere near silent, between bird calls and insects and probably frogs and whatever else makes noise. Even to her Ripple-senses are anything but silent. The river itself isn’t too loud, but the boat moving through the water, especially since they’re not using motors, definitely is.
She’d offered to help paddle and was a little put out to be told no. The worry, as far as she can tell, is that if they don’t paddle in sync they could just be going in circles, or if they happen to use one at the wrong time, since a lot of the time they seem to just be letting the river carry them without any effort on their part, but she’s starting to feel a little restless and like she wants to do something, anything. She’s not exactly used to being a passenger.
They duck under a tree, heading to the exact spot and ducking down with ease that suggests this is a well-worn path, like the route you always take to work. A monkey decides to run overhead, and there’s an interesting parallel that Buffy’s mind catches on.
Giorno had made an effort to be polite, but he seems perfectly content to just look at everything, not exactly coming off as a wide-eyed kid, but he definitely seems younger, like this, trailing a hand in the water and barely paying attention to any attempts at conversation. He is at least paying enough attention to brace when they round a bend and Ivete calls out a warning. He hasn’t lost the seemingly effortless poise, even when sitting in the boat, and his attitude is making the ‘ready for adventure’ outfit he’s wearing seem like a designer suit. Another thing? The Amazon is wet. Sure, that could be seen as redundant, since that could be referring to the river, but even though it’s not raining some of the trees and vines drip on them as they pass, and yet Giorno doesn’t even flinch. She has to re-learn that skill; it would definitely come in handy when she’s trying to impress civilians in danger covered in demon goo or something.
Visually, at least, Daniela had been right. Rather than call out, she gestures when they’re getting close, and Giorno sharpens, ready. And then he takes out a notebook from a pocket. Buffy almost expects he’s going to write a note for them, trying not to make sound that could be overheard, but instead he crumples up the paper and drops it deliberately in the water.
“Are you littering?” Ivete hisses from the boat behind them, and Buffy would’ve agreed with her if she hadn’t seen the telltale golden glimmer of him summoning his Stand.
“I would never dare,” he responds with dignity, crumpling up another paper and this time deliberately holding it for a second on his palm so they can watch for the instant it transforms into a pirahna before he releases it into the water as it starts to panic about being out of the water.
“Are you—” Antonio begins, sounding fascinated, before stopping and reformulating his question as Giorno drops another one in. “This is reminding me of those evil supervillain clichés where they have an army of radioactive animals or whatever to unleash on the superheroes.”
Giorno’s answering smile is perfectly nice and innocent and still makes Antonio cringe a little, for good reason, honestly, given his profession.
“Can you control them?” Daniela asks quietly, scanning the riverbank as she starts to pull them toward it.
“Not as thoroughly as you might suppose, not this early, and I was not making this entire ride with live fish in my pocket,” he responds, just a trace of impish humor in the comment. “Or rather, they would not have survived. They are just as alive as their fellow fish, and require the same things—in this case, breathing through gills.”
“So if there is a trap, it’d be just as likely to spring on them,” Daniela realizes, voice utterly neutral. She doesn’t seem as scandalized by the idea as the other two—but then, she probably sees more of the harsher side of natural life living here, too.
“Well, under ordinary circumstances, it is unlikely Rush would have devised a trap that native wildlife would be likely to set off, or it’d be sprung and quite useless in further defense,” Giorno reasons. Buffy’s fairly certain he’s just going with what he would’ve done under the same circumstances, which is how she’s started trying to think through this, too. “A pirahna, a poison dart frog, a monkey not quite acting how they should might, conversely, be better at detecting them.”
“So you’re fine just creating something to sacrifice it?” Ivete challenges him. That frustration sounds like it doesn’t exactly have to do with just Giorno. It might have to do with struggles around deforestation or something.
Giorno closes his eyes, which is very possibly the only sign of frustration he will allow himself. When he opens them again, his tone is the same, if a little slow and deliberate. “Of course I am not fine with the idea. I do not like it, as it happens. But sometimes actions are necessary, however repulsive, and in any case the creatures I make are not quite as defenseless as you suppose, Ms. Ivete.” His firm tone suggests that’s the last word on the subject. He drops another fish into the water, willing anyone to dare to question him.
“I think Josephine mentioned something about animals usually being immune to the Ripple and depending how the trap is set off, a sudden surge of energy could set it off too, so we could try that,” Buffy suggests helpfully. It takes a little coordination, but that’s actually kind of fun, too, and they can see the glow even through the muddy water.
