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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy calls home using magic.
Word Count: 1261
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“Buffy,” Jotaro acknowledges as basically a grunt. He’s frowning a little. Well, a little more than usual; this is Jotaro. He might be worried about whether she’d gotten hurt, or maybe he’s just not used to this magic communication method yet.
Kakyoin elbows him, seemingly completely at ease—but then, despite how they’re feeling at the moment, that just seems to be the way both of them tend to react to situations. “We’re both happy to see you in one piece, you and all of your new friends. What can we help you with?” That tone definitely suggests he’s flirting, and Buffy can practically feel the irritation radiating off of Jotaro.
Willow just grins and waves in the back—for a moment, then she points at something behind Buffy. “What’s that behind you? I can’t see too well.”
Buffy whips around immediately, ready for battle, but no, what’s behind her is inanimate, luckily. Not something just waiting to ambush them. Now that she’s taking a closer look at the corner of the lab she’s using, she realizes that over here, out of the light of anything bioluminescent or the flashlight’s beam, Rush even has a familiar statue. Or, at least, familiar statue design. They’d known that Courtney Love was involved. She’d warned them about Sarde, someone behind him, who had to have been Rush, and others involved that pretty much all seem dead or at least out of contact, at this point. It doesn’t look like there’s a pair of them, not here, though that doesn’t rule out the idea that another statue is maybe around here somewhere.
It does look like there are compartments, actually. Maybe he’d been testing out the traps, but given everything else she’s seen here she wouldn’t be surprised if he’d first sought out the statue knowing it was part of her Stand. She has to imagine he’s at least interested in Stands and how they work, given that, well, he seems interested in practically everything, scientifically.
They’re both experiencing something like magical holograms, but it’s not enough for her to just be able to see. “One of Courtney’s statues, looks like. Mark and everything. This is Rush’s lab. I can’t give you the grand tour, but I can give you the lowdown in a bit. First I have something really important to ask Xander, so if someone could go get him…” She’s pretty sure what his answer is going to be, but she doesn’t want to assume.
“I’m on it!” Andrew calls enthusiastically, head popping up from under a table where he’d been apparently wiring something, and then he’s just off.
“I’m Ivete Sangalo. I believe I’ve spoken to Senhor Giles before; I’m one of the local Slayers.” She actually looks a little flattered, and Kakyoin doesn’t look like the attention is unwelcome, either.
Introductions probably weren’t necessary, but now that Ivete has started, Daniela just shrugs and goes along with it. “Daniela Mercury, also a Slayer.” Jotaro nods a little abruptly. Maybe he’s actually relieved that she’s not flirting with him. She gets the feeling they’re still doing that. Maybe that’s the reason he’s annoyed with Kakyoin joining in? Though, again, maybe that’s just their personalities.
This kind of treating the lab like it’s just a casual stroll seems to be getting to Antonio, whose calm starts fading away again. “And I’m Antonio Carlos Jobim, working part-time with the Speedwagon Foundation. Can we hurry this up? I’m not too comfortable with sticking around here too long.”
“I’m here, so you can start the party,” Xander announces, smile almost normal again. He’s doing better at pretending.
“Oh yeah, some party. Break out the snacks,” Buffy snarks at him, shaking her head but grinning. “Okay, so, Xander.” Oof. What she’s about to say strikes her, suddenly. The weight of it. It’s interesting to watch Jotaro catch her sudden tense posture and from there Xander to catch on to it somehow. If anyone could learn to live with this, especially since he’d already adapted pretty well to the eyepatch, it’d be him, but he shouldn’t have to.
“You’ve figured out why he doesn’t have his vision,” Jotaro guesses flatly.
Xander breathes out slowly. “It is that, isn’t it, Buffy?” It’s more of a rhetorical question than anything, but she answers anyway—verbally, since he can’t see her nod at the moment.
“We’ve figured out what he’s using the flocks of eyes for. Surveillance. He has a bunch of monitors set up, and I can see you staring toward the spell right now.” With an almost uncanny accuracy, she’d say, if she didn’t know how competent he was.
“So he’s keeping an eye on the situation, huh,” Xander jokes.
“You are terrible,” Buffy tells him flatly, and he bows extravagantly.
“Why, thank you.” He sobers up a little, getting a little more serious. “Is my eye there?”
“Yeah, in a jar by its lonesome. I can try to destroy it, but I wanted to ask you first.” Even if it’s mostly a symbolic gesture, they’ve all made too many decisions for each other without asking in the past.
She’d been completely right about his response, which is a nice feeling, that she still knows her friends well enough to call that kinda thing. “Go for it.”
“Johan! I know I’m one to talk, but—think about this first.” Oof. Josie’s joined them, looks like, and isn’t too happy about the possibilities—because they all know this isn’t without risk.
“I have,” Xander states simply. “It’s not just getting my vision back. I’d hate it, but I could manage, if I had to. But I will not be a liability for my friends. I will not live in exile just because I can and will be used against them if I stick around. It’s maybe a bit of a risk, Buffy, but if you’re fairly sure this is a Pillar Man thing—”
She’d been kind of hoping. They’d only barely managed to avoid Wesley becoming one of those things. But everything just tallies, unfortunately. “I am. The eyes turned to stone when we used the Ripple on them, like in the stories our new friends mentioned.”
Xander continues like he’d been half expecting that response. “...then when it’s ‘feeding’ is the safest time to destroy it using hamon.”
“Can’t we do this outside?” Antonio urges, and Buffy shakes her head.
“A weaponized eye is too much of a danger to just carry. This happens here and now.” She prepares herself. Not that it’s going to try to actually ‘feed’, probably, but it means she has to actually let it get uncomfortably close to killing her by burrowing into her skin in order to destroy it. She knows Ivete or Daniela would volunteer, but like hell is she going to let somebody else take her responsibility.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think Gold Experience will be of aid in this endeavor,” Giorno explains with quiet poise. It’s hard to tell how long he’s been listening, but at least long enough to get the gist of what’s going on.
“Yeah, I know, it’s on me.” Good thing she works well under pressure.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy calls home using magic.
Word Count: 1261
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Giorno is still talking to Diavolo, although it sounds like he might be getting near the end of anything useful from the head. The only reason Diavolo is still talking, Buffy’s pretty sure, is a warped kind of loneliness. Giorno is smart enough not to go revealing any major setbacks that his enemy can revel in, though he may be portioning out the occasional misstep to keep the head talking.
“Buffy,” Jotaro acknowledges as basically a grunt. He’s frowning a little. Well, a little more than usual; this is Jotaro. He might be worried about whether she’d gotten hurt, or maybe he’s just not used to this magic communication method yet.
Kakyoin elbows him, seemingly completely at ease—but then, despite how they’re feeling at the moment, that just seems to be the way both of them tend to react to situations. “We’re both happy to see you in one piece, you and all of your new friends. What can we help you with?” That tone definitely suggests he’s flirting, and Buffy can practically feel the irritation radiating off of Jotaro.
Willow just grins and waves in the back—for a moment, then she points at something behind Buffy. “What’s that behind you? I can’t see too well.”
Buffy whips around immediately, ready for battle, but no, what’s behind her is inanimate, luckily. Not something just waiting to ambush them. Now that she’s taking a closer look at the corner of the lab she’s using, she realizes that over here, out of the light of anything bioluminescent or the flashlight’s beam, Rush even has a familiar statue. Or, at least, familiar statue design. They’d known that Courtney Love was involved. She’d warned them about Sarde, someone behind him, who had to have been Rush, and others involved that pretty much all seem dead or at least out of contact, at this point. It doesn’t look like there’s a pair of them, not here, though that doesn’t rule out the idea that another statue is maybe around here somewhere.
It does look like there are compartments, actually. Maybe he’d been testing out the traps, but given everything else she’s seen here she wouldn’t be surprised if he’d first sought out the statue knowing it was part of her Stand. She has to imagine he’s at least interested in Stands and how they work, given that, well, he seems interested in practically everything, scientifically.
They’re both experiencing something like magical holograms, but it’s not enough for her to just be able to see. “One of Courtney’s statues, looks like. Mark and everything. This is Rush’s lab. I can’t give you the grand tour, but I can give you the lowdown in a bit. First I have something really important to ask Xander, so if someone could go get him…” She’s pretty sure what his answer is going to be, but she doesn’t want to assume.
“I’m on it!” Andrew calls enthusiastically, head popping up from under a table where he’d been apparently wiring something, and then he’s just off.
“I’m Ivete Sangalo. I believe I’ve spoken to Senhor Giles before; I’m one of the local Slayers.” She actually looks a little flattered, and Kakyoin doesn’t look like the attention is unwelcome, either.
Introductions probably weren’t necessary, but now that Ivete has started, Daniela just shrugs and goes along with it. “Daniela Mercury, also a Slayer.” Jotaro nods a little abruptly. Maybe he’s actually relieved that she’s not flirting with him. She gets the feeling they’re still doing that. Maybe that’s the reason he’s annoyed with Kakyoin joining in? Though, again, maybe that’s just their personalities.
This kind of treating the lab like it’s just a casual stroll seems to be getting to Antonio, whose calm starts fading away again. “And I’m Antonio Carlos Jobim, working part-time with the Speedwagon Foundation. Can we hurry this up? I’m not too comfortable with sticking around here too long.”
“I’m here, so you can start the party,” Xander announces, smile almost normal again. He’s doing better at pretending.
“Oh yeah, some party. Break out the snacks,” Buffy snarks at him, shaking her head but grinning. “Okay, so, Xander.” Oof. What she’s about to say strikes her, suddenly. The weight of it. It’s interesting to watch Jotaro catch her sudden tense posture and from there Xander to catch on to it somehow. If anyone could learn to live with this, especially since he’d already adapted pretty well to the eyepatch, it’d be him, but he shouldn’t have to.
“You’ve figured out why he doesn’t have his vision,” Jotaro guesses flatly.
Xander breathes out slowly. “It is that, isn’t it, Buffy?” It’s more of a rhetorical question than anything, but she answers anyway—verbally, since he can’t see her nod at the moment.
“We’ve figured out what he’s using the flocks of eyes for. Surveillance. He has a bunch of monitors set up, and I can see you staring toward the spell right now.” With an almost uncanny accuracy, she’d say, if she didn’t know how competent he was.
“So he’s keeping an eye on the situation, huh,” Xander jokes.
“You are terrible,” Buffy tells him flatly, and he bows extravagantly.
“Why, thank you.” He sobers up a little, getting a little more serious. “Is my eye there?”
“Yeah, in a jar by its lonesome. I can try to destroy it, but I wanted to ask you first.” Even if it’s mostly a symbolic gesture, they’ve all made too many decisions for each other without asking in the past.
She’d been completely right about his response, which is a nice feeling, that she still knows her friends well enough to call that kinda thing. “Go for it.”
“Johan! I know I’m one to talk, but—think about this first.” Oof. Josie’s joined them, looks like, and isn’t too happy about the possibilities—because they all know this isn’t without risk.
“I have,” Xander states simply. “It’s not just getting my vision back. I’d hate it, but I could manage, if I had to. But I will not be a liability for my friends. I will not live in exile just because I can and will be used against them if I stick around. It’s maybe a bit of a risk, Buffy, but if you’re fairly sure this is a Pillar Man thing—”
She’d been kind of hoping. They’d only barely managed to avoid Wesley becoming one of those things. But everything just tallies, unfortunately. “I am. The eyes turned to stone when we used the Ripple on them, like in the stories our new friends mentioned.”
Xander continues like he’d been half expecting that response. “...then when it’s ‘feeding’ is the safest time to destroy it using hamon.”
“Can’t we do this outside?” Antonio urges, and Buffy shakes her head.
“A weaponized eye is too much of a danger to just carry. This happens here and now.” She prepares herself. Not that it’s going to try to actually ‘feed’, probably, but it means she has to actually let it get uncomfortably close to killing her by burrowing into her skin in order to destroy it. She knows Ivete or Daniela would volunteer, but like hell is she going to let somebody else take her responsibility.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think Gold Experience will be of aid in this endeavor,” Giorno explains with quiet poise. It’s hard to tell how long he’s been listening, but at least long enough to get the gist of what’s going on.
“Yeah, I know, it’s on me.” Good thing she works well under pressure.
