Afro Samurai

Injustice: Kingbreaker

@Thecrash20 Pretty sure there is.

Injustice: Kingbreaker

Vernon shook his head. His power ring ceased its warm green sputter, and he walked inside of the school. WHen he finally got inside, there were maps everywhere, it seemed. Did Batman think his students were senile or was the Bat finally beginning to mirror the poor vision of his namesake? If the latter, it was a true shame; it made Vernon realize that even the finest mortals soon succumb to time's advance. Such a revelation filled him with awe and wonder, he foresaw the day he would give up his ring in old age or in death--he was hopeful it wouldn't come about by way of mortus--yet he also saw the day where he could give up the worry that came with being a hero. Yes, the day when one has reached the twilight of life and has the honor of raising grandchildren in the company of his beleaguered wife and progeny who would probably hate him. A good life it would be, indeed.

Vernon located where the assembly would take place and he headed in the appropriate direction. He kept interaction with the other mass of students to a minimum, and retained a vigilant eye on his surroundings as he walked. After his 'altercation' with the protester, he had enough interaction for one day--if he could help it, that is. Things befall one regardless of his wishes. Mindful of such unlucky occurrences, Vernon attempted to stalwart his mind against this mysterious tide of potential unfortunate circumstance; he was, of course, playing a fool's game--and he never was good at games.

He made his way to the assembly, and then realized he was woefully early. He also realized he was more woeful than early, he hated being early; being early always meant he had guessed wrong. If there was one thing Vernon hated above most else, it was making the wrong guess about things he could control. In his case, it often meant someone else made the right guess and had the advantage. A Lantern should never lose his advantage, because without advantage, Vernon thoought, one had no leverage--and without leverage, one had to guess even more, and making the wrong guess meant a lapse in judgement, which gave gave way to the situation having control over him; a lack of control made it easier for fear to take hold. Lanterns don't fear. That's what he was taught, anyway. He hadn't had the time to test this philosophy. Vernon hoped he was never in a position where he had to do such a thing.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Oshea Jackson

"They want a fight? I'll bring it to 'em."

Location: Hanson Power Plant.

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Somehow Oshea avoided splattering his face against the concrete. Bless the stars! Allison would never talk to him if he bruised up his flawless face. He wouldn't talk to himself if he had his exorbitant features tarnished by some reject Flash clone. Oshea spun around in .001 seconds and darted back to the Blackbird with all the might he could muster. He skid to a stop, creating a small fissure in the concrete and kicking up small bits of gravel from the sudden halt of speed and velocity. He lifted up his red visor and spoke in a tone that verbalized the worry he had been trying to deafen since the morning.

"Uh, yeah, big problem! Quicksilver's already here. An' if he's here, the rest of them fools can't be far behind. What we gonna do?"

Quicksilver. He was one of the fastest mutants alive, way out of Oshea's league, for sure. Pietro could have killed Oshea in nanoseconds, why didn't he? Why did Quicksilver choose to toy with him? Oshea couldn't find an answer, and thinking about it--about being so close to death, made him angry; he had to focus, though. If things went bad as Oshea expected them to, he figured he'd run into Maximoff again, and he wasn't sure Pietro would be so kind the next time around. Would he be ready? Only time would tell.

Injustice: Kingbreaker

Getting used to civilian life--that is life without using his Power Ring as a crutch--was tedious. If he was going to learn how to be a Lantern, he figured he had to walk among those he was going to protect. None of his self-righteous sentiment averted the stench of alcohol and urine on the city bus, however. Vernon knew he could easily take to the skies and make a grand entrance during orientation, but that would be the easy way out; he wasn't supposed to take the easy way out. So he bore the amalgamate of detestable smells for long as necessary. Soon, the bus slowed in front of his destination: the Oliver Queen Memorial School. There was a sea of bodies packed against one another and a barrage of epithets which Vernon could not decipher.

He rose from his seat and walked to front of the bus where he made a prompt exit, upon which he was immediately greeted by an even more powerful cauldron of malodors: must, human body odor. Ugh. How long had they been out there? Sure, warm bodies pack heat when in close proximity to others, but by the Guardians this was inhumane. This, accompanied by the growing virulence of the protestors, Vernon began weaving his way through the crowd, a relatively easy task for someone as lean as he. The gates weren't too far ahead of him when his power ring began glowing in his pocket.

"Activating defensive protocol."

"What? Why? Not now."

As Vernon approached the gates, he stepped through them and into the courtyard of the school--unbeknownst to him (though obvious to anyone else) he had just exposed and subjected himself to the ire of the anti-metahuman protesters, even though he was human just like them. A brick came rocketing toward the back of Vernon's head. . .

"He's one of them!"

"Protocol activated." -- the brick bounced off the thin forcefield erected around his body. Reed looked over his shoulder in shock, and with partial disgust at the sheer hatred these people had for people they did not know. Vernon's annoyance was not enough to incite anger, he continued toward the school's steps where he admired the creative, comical, yet still sound architecture of the school's exterior. Vernon supposed Batman did have good taste after all. He smiled and walked inside.

Injustice: Kingbreaker

You just set up a server and send invites, its rather simple. But yes, it can be distracting sometimes. In my experience, it is helpful as a second mode of communication where people can update other members about absences, RL issues preventing one from posting, and notifying other members about when they are going to post.

Injustice: Kingbreaker

Should we invest in a Discord?

Injustice: Kingbreaker

If you mean the thing that I know you mean, it is in there, its just not obvious.

☠️ UNDAUNTED ☠️ (A GRUNGE SUPERPOWER RP)

interested

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Oak7ree Because he's never been around people with thick accents as he's grown up in a primarily African-American community most of his life where few foreign accents grace his ear.

Injustice: Kingbreaker

Moved.