Afro Samurai

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^{Azania, East Africa
A Bunker
July 7th, 10:30 a.m.}

_{”Morality is the first step toward cowardice.”}

- Ulysses Klaue

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A plume of cigar smoke trekked through the entire room. Full light made it clear to each man to whom they were speaking: one Ulysses Klaue, physicist and Nazi son, the other a veteran of war and former army man turned dictator. General Magnus Moore nestled his little nation on the southeastern tip of Africa near the Cape Coast, and it was the only nation in all the 55 countries of Africa with a predominantly white population. Moore, like Klaue, were here today with a single interest: a hermit kingdom’s metal.

Behind Moore stood his Supremacists: Voortrecker, Captain Blaze, Barricade. Across from Moore was Klaw, the origin and cause of the smoke-filled room. As host of this meeting, Moore took the involuntary pleasure of speaking first,

“Ulysses, is it? Yes, son of the renowned Colonel Fritz Klaue--Baron Strucker’s bulldog.” at the insult, Klaue stopped puffing his cigar, his legs remained propped atop the round table.

“Something foul come from your mouth about my father again and I may have to get unfittingly violent, General. Understood?” he blew smoke in the General’s face. As bodyguards do, Moore’s meta-men moved to attack, Moore waved a hand at his trio dismissively.

“Mr. Klaue jests, vriends. Let us address our business, Mr. Klue. I am told you are the finest, ehm, contractor in these dark lands. Is that correct?”

A gruff laugh escaped Klaue, he drew from his cigar again and puffed the ensuing smoke from his nostrils. Klaue plopped his head back on the chair, eyes closed as he soaked up the euphemism. Contractor. How nice of the General to dally. Klaue had no time for his nicieties, there was money to get, and the General’s love for language was too above Klaue for him to care.

“I kill people, General. People like you hire people like me--” a prod of his own chest, “to get rid of people like the Wakandans. That is why you brought me here, right? Problems with the cat man?” Moore smiled, a little flustered at how callous Klaue was. How rushed he wanted everything; that was not a quality of a thinking man. Moore wafted a hand at Barricade, his resident brute, who retrieved a silver metal case and laid it on the desk.

“Calling them a problem is an insult to our people, Mr. Klaue. They are simply a nuisance. A nuisance” the suitcase clicked and its lid opened, "which will be swiftly dealt with this time." Inside the velvet inseam of the suitcase lie a Vibranium coated bullet. Barricade spun it around so it was visible to Klaue. Klaue swept his feet from atop the roundtable and leaned forward.

“Well haven’t you just outdone yourself today, hey!” a boisterous laugh which turned to a cough, mucus and phlegm rattled his chest. Too much smoking. He would give it up soon is what he always told himself.

“I tend to.” smug and arrogant Moore was, he had masterminded the first ‘invasion’ of Wakanda in 1941. He had masterminded self-experimentation, siphoning and manipulating the DNA of his people to keep himself young.

“Your orders,” Moore continued,

“Orders?” Klaue objected,

“Forgive me. Your… payment... will come after you have assassinated their King. You will meet my man in the States for the specifics of your assignment.” a picture passed his way,

Klaue raised an eyebrow and scratched his head in confusion, “are you sure this is the right, uh, ‘guy’? He’s, y'know. . . white.” Moore let on another of those smug smiles,

“Yes, of course I am sure, Mr. Klaue, I am always sure. They call him the White Wolf.”

Caravan: Resurrection

^{The Rise of Kul}

Smor’Gen’Blok

His dreaded compassion put him here. Now he had to find a way out; first, he had to make sure he was not crushed by the massive boulder rolling his and Wor’Da’Li’s way. He pulled her to the side and let the massive boulder roll passed the two of them; other Lok’Sha suffered for his decision, but not everyone could be saved. Even fueled by four hearts, he was but one being. Death was imminent, anyway--it is still unfortunate that some, yes, even those he would on any other day call his enemies, had to meet their ends this way.

“Where exit?” Za’Kul inquired,
“Closest one in south.” A long trek, each cave system had a series of exits, but with the respective tunnels collapsing slowly there would be little time to reach one before Za’Kul and his new companion were trapped in the rubble.

All he could do was run. Shattering rock was no easy feat, but it was one the smith’s son was all too acquainted with. As the ground beneath began to cave and the cave’s axis began to tilt, Za’Kul hopped and leapt across ever growing depressions. Where consistent floor became sloped, Za’Kul made a point to move himself away from the center of the collapse where the seismic activity was strongest.

His companion had mostly kept up, only a few steps behind him as the duo went. He only needed to reach the southern exit before it caved in, and he was close. Narrowly avoiding collapsing debris, Za’Kul hadn’t stopped. If he was going to get out alive, he would use all the advantages afforded him by his body.

Or with the help of Rajaka.

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I like everyone except myself.

@Inkarnate

A big mood.

Caravan: Resurrection

^{The Rise of Kul}

Smor’Gen’Blok

Hi'Wor Hearthstone Site

10:16 a.m.

With his life, Za’Kul escaped. Had Ju’Kul not warned him to the peril, he would have ended up in the same ditch Hi’Wor was in. Much as he loeathed Hi’Wor, an endless plummet into the unknown was a fate he wished on no one. No thought of trying to save Hi’Wor ever crossed his mind, though. Scattered Lok’Sha everywhere, Za’Kul soon joined their number in tow behind Ju’Kul.

As he clambered in steed of Ju’Kul, he bumped into a young Lok’Sha and what appeared to be an elderly grandfather. Her grandfather had gotten trapped between a falling rock, nearly flattened beneath it. Za’Kul heard the wails,

“Help! Help!” Wor’Da’Li cried, Za’Kul paused. The tunnels continued their collapse; his hate for the High Wor tribe resisted a similar fate. Lok’Sha were only ever rewarded for their sacrifice in battle, not for aiding enemies. What difference would Za’Kul’s heroics make? It would give him no great name, no prestige for his clan; that it was the ‘right’ thing to do mattered not. The only right was made by blade in Smor’Gen’Blok.

Still, something inside him relented.

“Ju’Kul, go! Make sure no other collapse! Find pa!” a crash. Za’Kul was separated from Ju’Kul; he, Wor’Da’Li and Ko’Da’Wor, her grandfather, and a host of other Wor Lok’Sha were cut off from the fleeing parties. Would time be gracious to them?

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Now see....

I only know Jon Stewart through the Justice League cartoon. _ducks!

@NinaDivine

Madness, but that's fair since it's where he got popular lol. He shines in the current Hal Jordan & the Green Lantern Corps run, anyone who is interested in learning more about him should read that.

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Naw, I just didn't like the character. John Stewart is my Green Lantern and Static has always been a long time favourite character since the animated series.

I just hate Miles Morales.

@Lord Wraith

John Stewart should be everyone's guy. Hal Jordan is interesting as lightly toasted white bread with no butter.

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We could maybe even tie them to the M'bako people.

@Sep

Ghekre likes. I'll PM you eventually.

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@Sep Oh! Oh, I like that a lot. Many yes.

Caravan: Resurrection

^{The Rise of Kul}

Smor’Gen’Blok

Numbers were power, but in the most superfluous of ways. Hi’Wor was almost someone Za’Kul felt he could undermine and outsmart. Almost. Hi’Wor was--as his name not so eloquently hid--a man of conflict, and if that was the language he spoke, that was how Za’Kul would bargain.

“No one in all Smor’Gen’Blok like Wor’Boa. Your father reason for Smor’Gen’Blok pitiful state. Other tribes already plotting against War’Boa.” whether it was true, Za’Kul didn’t know, but the whispers from the outside world trickled into the deepest caves where there meaning could be bent, twisted, molded in secret between the smaller tribes. Corroboration and unity was built in darkness better than it ever was in the light.

“Slaves not what Wor’Boa need, Wor’Boa need Kul. Kul have eyes in deep tunnels. Hear things. Know places in Deep Tunnels even Wor’Boa not know or reach.”

Za’Kul cast his eyes passed Hi’Wor, a subtle dismissal of the oaf--a small play toward his underlings. They were the ones Za’Kul needed to convince with his pitch, not Hi’Wor. Za’Kul continued,

“Kul get to come freely up to higher tunnels, War’Boa get information from Kul.” to risk the welfare of his people on the strength of a lie; it was spontaneous and detrimental. But, he had said what he said, and now he had to stand or die on that lie.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

_{Fighting for More Than You Know, Hassan}

Attack on Sherman Square

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The battle waned. Good. Swatting ants was a waste of his time; the man clad in the Iron armor spoke of a greater challenge that was on the horizon. If these new foes were easy to crush as their compatriots, Pantheon might take Charlie, her friend, and himself and leave. Just as they needed him at his best--he had not even begun to tire--he needed at least Charlie in working condition for his own purposes.

For Pantheon, the Hounds were secondary; they could have harmed the boy’s family, further strengthened the child’s resolve. The Hounds could have brought the boy closer to subduing Pantheon completely, and this was the reason Pantheon had led the boy here: to make sure no such threat jeopardized Pantheon’s bid to break and control the boy’s mind just as he had done the boy’s ancestors. He was here to make sure no catalysts sparked virtues in the boy which would prevent Pantheon’s last chance for full and utter freedom from the second-rate magicians that were the Amims.

The Hounds were the newest in a long line of potential impetus, but they were impersonal and held no stake in the boy’s life great enough which would incite magnificent shifts in the child’s persona. As well, Pantheon had already beaten a handful of them within inches of their lives. There was only so much satisfaction which could be gained by destroying feeble things.

A few slaps across the heads of the Hounds who had not fled and their bodies flew into adjacent buildings. He turned around to face Charlie,

”Then tell me where to go and let us end this. I grow restless.” and then to Hex,
”I do not know you, but if you are a friend of the Alchemyst then you recieve my assistance this one time.” he went to swoop Charlie off her feet without warning as he had when he first met her at LHU; her callous (and frankly rude) curses upon his name and his costume still rang in his mind. He ceased mid-propel, a delayed gust of wind following his halt in motion. Instead, he held both hands out to either of the women.

”Come. If the man in tinfoil speaks truth, then we need not waste another moment on these invalids.”