Super Hero RPG

[C S]

The tentacle slipped back into the dog's shoulders, intergrating with the rest of his form seamlessly as he trotted ahead. The faint noise of cars rumbling by got to his ears. When he got to the fence, his body starting shifting, bumps rising along his back before his purple membrane wings burst out, and with a few powerful flaps, the dog lifted up and over the barrier, landing in the yard as the wings slid back into place, ink sliding over them...

[Hopeflower]

Yoruichi followed her friend, choosing to use the gate rather than vault the fence. She glanced down at the pinecone, thoughtful. Where would she put it? In her room? That seemed like the best idea...that way, it would be out of the way.

[The Kingpin]

after a period of listening, a low beeping cut through the music, Gaara reaching for a pocket and producing a small black and red phone, sliding it open and hitting the answer button. "Yo Gaara, i checked that area you told me to scope out. you're right. one of the walls in the eastward alley of the block has a rose graffitied on it. snake wrapped around it. it's way too neat to be some random punk's work. this has had some work put into it" came Ed's voice on the phone. "Good. anyone hanging around there a bit too much?" askd Gaara. "Mostly Peds. you know how it is....wait...there's one girl....just noticed her. she's been hangin around there for a while now that i think of it...like she's waitin for somebody...boyfriend maybe?" answered Ed with a chuckle. "Get outta there. don't want anyone to suspect anything" answered Gaara simply. "Remember sandman, you owe me" said Ed. "We'll get to that later" answered Gaara. "Yeah, we will....we sure as hell will" said Ed, before hanging up, Gaara putting away the phone and looking at Ira. "We've found the spot...and a possible assassin" he said...

[C S]

The dog walked up to the door, another tendril shooting out and wrapping around the knob, twisting it. The dog stepped to the side as he opened the door, letting his master step inside.

[Hopeflower]

Ira looked up, her fingers coming to a halt. "You think it's Seven?" she asked quietly. "Or someone else claiming to be them?"

"What a charmer," Yoruichi teased as she entered the house, deciding to have a drink to wash the taste of blood from her mouth.

[The Kingpin]

"No idea. you're the only one who could possibly know that....but considering this girl's been hanging around for a while, it just might be the one waiting for Eleven and his chronies" said Gaara...

[C S]

JoJo barked at the comment, thinking "Charmer? Not letting a door slam in someone's face is charming? Bah. Of humans and mutants, they are both weird" He stepped through the doorway, the tendril trailing after him, locking the door and sliding back into him.

[Hopeflower]

Ira pulled her knees to her chest and folded her arms over them, resting her chin. "Going to check it out?" Her eyes glinted. They could be one step closer to Zero...or setting themselves up for disappointment.

Yoruichi decided to take another of Ira's energy drinks. Water alone didn't seem like it'd do the job. She shut the fridge and popped the seal, leaning against the counter as she took a sip.

[The Kingpin]

"Naturally" responded Gaara with a smirk, as sand began to drift around his form, slowly disintegrating to make distance travel faster...

[Hopeflower]

"Have fun," Ira said with a half-smile as she got to her feet, wanting to stretch a bit more after having been sitting for that long.

[The Kingpin]

"Oh, i intend to" responded Gaara, an almost evil looking smirk on his face as he finally disintegrated, wisps of sand and dust drifting out of every opening they could find; windows, doors, the odd gap in the roof tiles, the sand collecting into a large, vaguely visible cloud in the sky, rapidly drifting towards the target location...

[C S]

JoJo found his way over to the couch, TV remote in the grip of a tendril. He laid down, resting his head on a cushion, part of the tendril splitting off to press the 'On' button on the remote, the TV tuning in to some news channel...

[Hopeflower]

The pale, slender brunette blew a lock of her hair out of her face impatiently. Where is he? He was supposed to be back by now. How had could it be to find Ira, kill her, and cut off her head to bring back as proof? She's only one deserter, after all. Seven tugged at the sleeve of her jacket. It only reached halfway down her arm, but it was by no means too small, and it covered her tattoo nicely. The jacket was black with a picture of a skull on the left side. Underneath it, she wore a black shirt with a rose on it, surrounded by red tribal designs. The petals, leaves and thorns dripped blood. Jeans torn at the knees, black steel-toed boots and a chain dangling from her belt completed her outfit. Her black eyes scanned the alley for what felt like the hundredth time, but there was no sign of Eleven. The graffiti of the snake and rose design, pale against the bricks, seemed to be mocking her as time wore on. The alley she waited in was narrow, with a dead end. Here and there, other graffiti was sprayed onto the walls. The toe of Seven's boot scuffed the asphalt. He'll be here. Not even he's stupid enough to try and repeat Ira's little stunt, she told herself. Light caught her pupils for a second and reflected, like an animal's. For now, that was the only sign that she wasn't quite what she seemed - and it was easily missed if you weren't looking for it.

[The Kingpin]

a short while later, something fell at Seven's feet with a wet plop. further inspection would reveal it to be the tattooed flesh of Eleven's arm, laying neatly on the ground, much to the surprise of the pedestrians in the area...

[C S]

The contantly chainging light reflected off JoJo's inky body, over dramatic vissuals on the TV about how great a new sports car handled on ice slicked roads, in pounding rain and in almost white out blizzard conditions, all with a low, dramatic voice over by some uncreditted soul. All the dog could think about is "This entire commercial could've been 10 seconds long and we would've gotten the point..."

[Hopeflower]

Seven frowned, cocking her head to one side. She lowered herself to one knee, reaching out to the tattooed skin. Someone called out, "Don't touch it!" Another murmured, not quite softly enough to escape the demon's sharp ears, "I think I'm gonna be sick." The brunette ignored the speakers and picked up the chunk of flesh without revulsion. She examined the tattoo. One of Zero's, was the first automatic thought she had. Her eyes flickered towards the snake and then back to the rose. Eleven's tattoo. She kept her expression blank even as she realized it. "You've got my attention," she said, addressing who or what had dropped it. Her black eyes shut as she readied herself to have to use her powers at the last second.

[The Kingpin]

"Good" responded a voice right behind Seven, just as her limbs suddenly were immobilised, held in place by large lumps of sand, the sand swiftly pinning the limbs to the body to keep her from moving. "Considering you guys are supposed to be a secret group of assassins, you don't do a very good job of hiding it. I mean really. you could do better than that. eh, let's forget that for a bit. what i'd like to know is what the whole point of this is?" he continued, the voice now to one side of Seven, suddenly appearing on her other side mid-sentence, then moving in front, then behind again near the end, the voice seemingly having no body...

[Hopeflower]

Seven tipped her head to the other side, like a curious child, unusually relaxed for being pinned. Her black eyes glittered. "The point?" she repeated, showing her fangs briefly in a small smile. "I'm sure if little Ira hadn't gotten to you, you wouldn't know who we were. The point is to silence her." Her fingers wiggled a little, as if she were loosing feeling in them. "We've stayed hidden until now. The trash of the world is being eradicated thanks to us. Of course we're going to end anyone who would expose us."

[The Kingpin]

"Anyone observant enough would've noticed you in particular hanging around here. only two kinds of people who stay around in one place suspiciously for that long. both make me sick, and both are a danger to everyone around them...as for cleaning out the trash, i somehow doubt that. sending a 13 year old kid to kill her own parents hardly gives you the moral high ground here" responded Gaara calmly, the voice getting louder, now audible to several people nearby, though the fact sands were shifting and surrounding the girl in front of them soon made them flee. Gaara materialised in front of the girl, red hair blowing for a few moments from the speed of the wind manipulating his sandy form before halting, the young man's blue eyes narrowing slightly as he stared Seven in the face. "That should fix your little confidentiality problem. if you're no longer a secret, there's no point in trying to become one. everyone's left that much happier" he said, the spectators who overheard him by now at the end of the block and about to round a corner, jump into a car or run into a building...

[C S]

The dull drawl as the two news anchors delivered their reports suddenly came to an end, bright flashing words appearing. 'Breaking News!' The dog snarled, expecting another car commercial. What he got was shakey camera footage as a reporter in a brown suit ran down a street, waving his microphone around. It made an annoying fluttering noise, followed by a high pitched feedback, which made the dog's head want to explode...which was quite possible considering his bodilly state. Finally the man came to a stop, the camera swinging up to show the battle high above, the reporter's frantic voice heard giving an over view of the development that started not too long ago. By now police were blocking off streets. "Well that looks....familiar" He thought, when he saw the craft before barking loudly, trying to get Yoruichi's attention...