Afro Samurai

Justice League Unlimited

@Archmage MC MGM co-produces films with Sony and Warner Brothers, but they aren't owned by WB.

The Primal Fury - A Dragon Ball Story

Yah.

Epic City: Starburst

will post some time tonight

Epic City: Starburst

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Interacting with: @Feisty-Pants @Override

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"What the hell?"

Terell felt the chill of the rain, but he hadn't time to smell it's arrival as one normally does. Earth shook, Terell stumbled, conveniently, over the threshold of the church's doors. For a moment, he looked back, it was clear the path nature sought to stride him. He had dropped the bag of takeout on the church steps and left it to its fate amidst the rain. Already, he could envision an irate Mr. Lin,

"This is the second time! Second time! You want to be fired, Terell? I will kick your dumbass back to the hole I found you in." Terell was beginning to think he didn't quite enjoy Chinese food all that much anyway.

There were more pressing matters at hand. Who was this woman? Who was this other dude with the tail? What is she even saying? Terell began to believe he was being possessed--or in some kind of horror flick. To his recollection, his people never had the finest track records when it came to surviving horror movies; if this 'church' sufficed more as a cover up for a cult, he didn't know how he was going to get out alive. And where was she going?

His confusion was made compound by the mysterious light trailing her hindside. Was she really an angel? If she was, then. . . was this other guy a demon? These niggas gon' knock each other the fuck out. For a moment, he chuckled to himself--but then he remembered such crass thoughts were not welcomed in the house of the Lord.

"My bad, dog." He iterated to the ceiling. The wafting incense did much to abate the greasy smell Terrell oozed, but it did nothing to cover up his suspicion; this girl was some kind of weird holy. . . something of another. Her accent was weird as well; she sounded Irish, it made no difference to Terell; he was never one to discriminate. Everyone was a freak in this city.

"Aye, listen. I don't know what in the fuc-" he caught himself, Terell didn't have the greatest connection with God, but he still knew better than to disrespect him in his own crib: that was a rule he was taught to never break, no matter what level of society he functioned on. Never disrespect a person where they sleep.

"You trynna tell me just exactly what you talkin' about up there? I ain' 'bereft with poverty' neither, I'm just trynna make a livin' like everybody else in this dump--you unnastan'?"

"And who onna Lord's green earth is you?" He inquired of the newcomer. To think how quick one's day can change all because of a wrong address and some rain.

Epic City: Starburst

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@Feisty-Pants

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Huh. Terell internalized, She cute. There was something holy about her which made him shutter inside, not that he was afraid of her, rather that unbeknownst to Terell, all sinful men shuttered before angels. It wasn't so uncommon to see such a thing in this city, not with talking animals and people who could shoot lasers from their hands and eyes, but her mere presence livened a brief moment of clarity; a clarity that crept itself up his spine; why was he feeling like this? Lest he let silence assume control of the conversation, he spoke up,

"Uhhh... What you mean 'wrong'? Can't be wrong. Got a order fah somebody at this address. Mister uhhhhhhhhhh. . ." Terell fumbled around with the bag and assumed a number of awkward hand motions and level changes before he found what he was looking for. "man, can' nobody read this!" he scoffed, final.

Terell peered over her shoulder. When his eyes lay on the heavy, old-school design of the interior, he was struck with brief admonishment. His gaze returned to the woman in front of himself.

"Nice church. Also, is that how y'all churchfolk greet somebody? 'What is it', pff. Thought y'all was all 'bout kindness and politness an' all'at. You want this or nah?" he raised up the bag of Chinese takeout after he finished, a quizzical flare stuck to his gaze. Part of him wondered why she was the only person in this place during the middle of the day--was it even Sunday? He couldn't remember; he spent most of his days in a musty kitchen.

Omertà- A Superpower Mafia Roleplay Interest Check (REBOOT)

ill join

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlackPanther you might as well.

Epic City: Starburst

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Interacting with: @Feisty-Pants

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Fried rice filled the interior of the delivery car, the seats of which bore torn leather and had entrenched inside them an unforgiving stench of alcohol and baby wipes. Price didn't drink, Mr. Lin's cars hadn't been renovated since 1991. Terell would make his deliveries with the aid of the public bus system if it meant Mr. Lin wouldn't fire him for it. As he pulled up on the curb and shut off the car's engine, he stared out of he window to the purported destination of his delivery. Something wasn't right.

"A church?" He took a look around. He saw few vehicles in the parking lot and nowhere did he see a picnic table of any sort.

"Don't look like a picnic or nothin'. Is it even legal to eat inside the church house?" Terell could have sworn it was.

He unbuckled himself and got out, his clothes wreaked of the car's musky stench; or perhaps it was his general odor. No matter how many showers Terell took, he never seemed to rid himself of the smell of grease and deep fried sweet and sour chicken. He put his keys in his pocket and flung open the backdoor--he should have been paying attention to traffic; he had a nigh-collision with a car. He felt the car rock subtle beneath him as the vehicle whizzed by mere inches from his body. Livid, he screamed,

"WATCH WHERE THE #*$! YOU'RE GOING!" his right arm extended at the car's back side as if he were going to channel the rage of his tirade into an unbridled energy beam. There were mumbles about stupid drivers and incompetent DMV workers. He grabbed the folded lip of the brown delivery bag and hoisted it up within the clasp of a few fingers. The bag's bottom was soiled with grease. Terell slammed the car's back door shut and made his way across the street.

As he approached the church's exterior, he was compelled to admire it. The last time he was in church was Easter. How many years ago this Easter was escaped him, though part of him always wanted to get back into going to church again. He always did like the hymns. Everything about these old churches was so different, from the architecture to the stoops, they reminded him of his mother's large hats and his father's two-tone suits. He hardly remembered much from the sermons as a kid, but he did recall everyone being dressed well.

He knocked on the door with his free hand, unsure of who would greet his request if anyone at all. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited, and took time to adjust the name tag pinned to his left breast which read, "Mr. Lin's Wok; Terell" ascribed in lettering appropriate only for a fourth grader.

Epic City: Starburst

@Feisty-Pants Sure, I'll have Terell drop by.

Justice League Unlimited

<Snipped quote by Weird Tales>

Yeah, its pretty clear I don't know who or what the character is or what hes used for. But even looking at Afros character which is I'm guessing based of of Shazam, hes still a discount superman with a bit of magic thrown in. If you wanna elaborate I'll listen as my knowledge of the guy, like I said, is limited to what he did in JLU and Brave and the Bold.

@Archmage MC

He is by no means a 'discount' Superman. Is he inspired by Superman, certainly--many characters of the time were influenced by Superman. A similar trend happened in video games in the eighties and nineties pertaining to martial arts characters and their homages to Bruce Lee. In every video game from the fighting genre in the nineties there was at least one character who was clearly based off Bruce Lee (Mortal Kombat is the worst offender).

I am wondering what you mean by 'discount' Superman, because his entire backstory is different. I won't explain it, you should read it. Billy's personality isn't even the same as Superman, considering Billy is a child and quite immature. He is certainly more comedic and less brooding than Superman. If we're talking solely about powers, Billy is on par with Superman and perhaps exceeds him ever so slightly given the magic.