Super Hero RPG

[Hopeflower]

Ira jumped as the sour notes cut through the music. At first she stared at her own fingers, wondering if she had made a mistake. Then she noticed the ink tentacles. And the dog. She let out a startled cry, wondering just how long it had been in here.

Yoruichi cringed, hearing the shout and expecting to see the orange glow of flames any second now.

[C S]

JoJo let out a short bark that was just as loud as the mutant's yell. The tendrils retracted back into his shoulders and he sat. He cocked his head and let out an inquisitive growl at the girl. He hadnt noticed Ira's absent mindedness... natrually, he thought her scream was because of how he looked...

[Hopeflower]

Ira put a hand to her chest, hating the feeling of her heart slamming against her ribs. "Don't do that," she breathed. "don't sneak up on me like that."

[C S]

"Couldnt you smell me?" The ink hound barked in reply. He had almost forgotten no one could understand him, but it was better than staying silent..

[Hopeflower]

Ira let out a low, wordless growl. She let her head drop into her hands. This was just not her day. "One thing on top of another," she hissed under her breath. Her headache was back - a dull, throbbing pain that threatened to grow back to what it had been a little while ago.

[C S]

JoJo blinked a few times at the demon. She was just calm, startled, and irritable. He blamed it on hormones. Then he wondered if the mutant even dealt with those issues. "Somethings arent meant for a dog's concern" He thought as he approached Ira. He then laid his head on her lap, trying to comfort the stranger.

[Hopeflower]

Ira twitched. The surprises kept coming. Hesitantly, she put one hand on the dog's head, trying to ignore the oncoming headache and the pain between her shoulders. She wanted to go back to playing her piano, but decided not to. The music would've helped relax her more, but she supposed silence was just as good.

[C S]

JoJo growled contently and wagged his tail. He sat down, keeping his chin rested on the stranger's lap. It was suprising to him, the short time it took before he started bonding with complete strangers. Whether or not that was a fault of his, was yet to be seen.

[Hopeflower]

Ira felt the corner of her mouth twitch. I can see why people get so attached to their pets, she thought as she started to pet the ink dog.

Yoruichi let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall opposite Ira's door. She hadn't seen or heard anything to be alarmed over yet. She led her head rest against the wall and closed her eyes. She felt like she had been stretched to her limits, with everything that had happened. Quietly, under her breath, she started to sing, trying to get herself to relax a little.

[C S]

The ink on JoJo's back began to writhe. Two small domes formed near his shoulders, with then spun about, pulling more ink. The bumps rose into small spiralling columns before they finally formed something. A small Ira stood on the ink dog's back, with a broad grin on her face. "Its not wise to worry over past problems" JoJo thought. "You have to face whats coming at you now full force, or you'll never stand a chance"

[Hopeflower]

The amber-eyed teen arched a brow at the tiny replica of herself. She couldn't remember ever smiling that widely...at least, not since she was a little kid, and she'd done her best to suppress her childhood memories. She didn't want to remember. She wasn't that child anymore.

[C S]

An emerald eye watched up at Ira. He knew that look. The look you get when you remember something. He would get a blank stare when he remembered his old owners, a family in Queens. One day he found his Dog door blocked off. Later, he found his water and food bowl, toys and treats in the trash. He was at a loss as to what was happening. He stayed with that family for months and they... disowned him? He stayed at the front yard of the house for a few days, staring into the window, which gave you a view at the living room. They'd sit on that long couch and look at that TV, not even sparing a passing glance. The only time they acknowledged him was when they called Animal control on him, claiming he was a stray that kept wandering into their yard. That was how he became the stray Blake found so long ago...

"Thats not the reaction I was hoping for..." JoJo growled, not even caring that he was essentially speaking to himself

[Hopeflower]

Ira shook her head. You can't change the past, so don't dwell on it, she thought. The only things that matter now are training Yoruichi and getting rid of Zero.

[C S]

JoJo looked away from Ira, to the piano. The small duplicate of the demon turned into a tendril. It stretched out to the keys, tapping the ebony and ivory to sample the sounds they made...

[Hopeflower]

"Like this," Ira said, seeing what the ink was doing. She reached out and started playing, allowing herself to carry on for a few seconds before she stopped. The music hung in the air for a moment, and faded out.

[C S]

The tendril thinned out as its end split, forming a small four fingered hand. It lowered onto the piano, imitating Ira's movement over the keys. JoJo began rolling his head on Ira's lap to the tune, which he repeated over and over, pressing the wrong keys occasionally...

[Hopeflower]

Ira slowly cracked her neck, letting out a quiet sigh as some of the tension that had built up left her. The occasional sour notes made her want to flinch, but she sat and watched, waiting for the rhythm to become more familiar to the dog. Once it did, those slips should go away.

[C S]

The ink hound felt a sense of achievment. From what he just saw, he had eased the mutant's temperment- maybe made her happy even. The tendril shot back into his body as he pulled his head off of Ira's lap. He panted excitedly for a second, before passing his blue tongue over her hand. He then turned around and headed back for the stairs.

[Hopeflower]

Ira watched the ink dog go, cocking her head. She decided not to question it after a moment, and turned back to her piano to resume playing.

Yoruichi, unseen and unheard by either, followed Jojo silently. Her steps made only the faintest sound, easily drowned by even the slow, soft piano music.

[C S]

JoJo'a nose twitched. He smelled Yoruichi, which was strange as he detected two scent trails from her, one fresh and one faint. "Wings of a bird, sneaky as a rat" JoJo thought. "This is new..."

His eyes suddenly popped out of their sockets, held by inky tentacles that turned them backwards. The dog sat down on the step he was on...