Gigaslave

His other clue 'Not everything in the Matrix is controlled by us.' makes me think of what they were talking about player making there own missions. That would also fit with multi-media to.

Tarot walked down the hallways of the 'School' and sighed. Looking at the windows and marked all the enter ways in and out of the 'School' with a glyph. Turning down one of the halls he stopped at a door and smiled.

He touched the door and ran his hands over the wood, the door glowied as glyphs enscribed on it became visable. He nodded and snapped his fingers, the door opened up and he looked inside. The room was bigger inside then outside, in fact it could hold the whole school in it. Tarot walked into the room, as he passed the thres hold his cloth took on a middle ages look.

Flowing black cloak drapped over the goldish green robes that covered most of him. A staff made out of one soild piece of Black Sappaire topped with a red ruby shaped like a nearly closed eye.

Tarot Stood 6'9" with flowing gray hair and two black streakes intertwing into his hair starting at his temples. He had cold gold eyes that were slitted like a viper, and when he talked a forked togue flicked out .

Tarot was the Mystic study teacher. What you think you know about magic is just the tip of the iceburg. Dark and deadly Tarot will not let any kid disruped his class, and there is rumor of some students becoming human sacfices to some dark old one that Tarot worships.

Hero Name: Magik Squared
Real Name: Brian Olson
Apartment: 222
Description: 5'10" 140lbs Pure Gold eyes, Pure Silver hair Style of hair is long down to the small of his back. Pure Bronze skin with mystical symbols appearing and disappearing through his skin, almost like they swim through him.
History: Born to Father C.E.O. (known Villain last known location Rogue Isles) and Mother Winter Rose (also know Villain) 5 years ago Brian was born, a year later Lord Recluse sent a full force of soldiers to take out C.E.O. in the process C.E.O. Lab and base was destroyed. All was presumed dead. Tell one year ago Brian surfaced in Paragon City asking for a Hero's ID, Azuria backed his claim to be a hero. Nothing is known where or how Brain survived the Total Distortion of is fathers base, or how this apparent 35 year old can be the 5 year old son of C.E.O.

Grandma looked up from her drink and smiled.

"Welcome please have a seat at any of the tables I will be right with you."

Turning to Madadh she said "Sorry sweetie I need to help this fine young man.

Walking to the kitchen she brought back a menu and a glass of water.

"Well, now what can I get for you. The house special today is Pot roast with mashed potoas smothered in beef gravy, and green beans."

Handing Ing the menu she smiles sweetly up at him.

"Why do the untrained one try to do something stupid?" Grandma grumbled under her breath.

"Ok let me get you some food for you, and a mint julop for me. Then you can tell me, why you tryied to summon a demon. And I warn you it better good if you want my help." With that said, Grandma goes to the kitichen and comes back with two full plates and four full glasses.

She sets one of the plates in front of Hermod with a glass of Ice Tea handing another one to Shays. Then takes the rest over to the other table putting the plate in front of Madadh with a glass of Ice tea.

"Where are my manners? You may call me Grandma. So spill. She said as she took a sip from the mint julop.

"Hermod, could you be a dear and take that twenty I think she left it for you."

Grandma took one look at the new coming, and sighed.

“Well young man I see you are tormented by evil spirts. If you need help just ask.”

Grandma walked over to the broken chair and started to scold it.

“What is the meaning of dropping one of my fine guest on the ground. Why I have a right mind to toss you out into the trash bin. . .” As she was doing the scolding the chair started to repair it’s self and become sturdier, and every one could have sworn the chair looked embarrassed.

“There good as new. Have a seat, it will hold you know. Looks like you get a free dinner on me, for all the trouble that my chair has caused you. So what’s your name sonny, and what can I get for you?”

"And you Hush or I will willow whip you dark butt." She said looking sort of at Madadh but not.

Grandma went in to her kitchen and returned with two plates full of peach cobbler with homemade vanilla ice cream on top, and two glasses full of Ice tea.

“Here you two, have some nice peach cobble on the house.”

“So tell me Hermod what’s it like, being a hero? How about you Shays? Back in my day hero’s were rare, and most people had to fend for themselves.”

"Good one. if you can keep that up. I will pay you quite nicely. Of course there is the tips. I like to make this diner feel like your back at your mothers have a nice home cooked meal. hopefully with out the fighting." Grandma laughs.

"So, when is a good time you can start? Also if you need to leave of an emergancy, just yell to me so I can cover for you."

(OOC: Shays is a lady not a man )

Grandma walked over to Hermod and smiled.

“Well, now your looking for a job. I do need help with waiting on tables you fast on your feet? I also will need someone to help with the dishes and busing the tables.” she smiled and then laughed. “You did say you are a Comedian tell me a joke. If you can make me laugh you have yourself a job.”

“Well honey you just sit back and relax I will be right back.” Grandma headed for the kitchen few minutes later she brought back a large bowl of greens and plate full of biscuits smothered with white gravy.

“Hope you like them. I use my own herbs and spices.” Grandma said as she set the plate in front of
Shaye. “I have some nice peach cobbler for desert, my mothers, may the Lord and Lady keep her soul safe, recipe.”

Shays’s mouth watered just by the smell, when she took the first bite of the biscuits she was hooked the biscuits melted in her mouth with a burst of flavor. The biscuits had a honey flavor to them, and the gravy had a light mint flavor that complemented the honey.

“Eat up child looks like you could use it. So are you one of the Hero’s that has been keeping this fair city safe?”

(OOC: I thought that I would try my hand at making an RP post. Some of you may have read my posts in the COV forum. The setting will be a small dinner that is open 24/7 located in Kings Row. It is run by Delors Johnson. Feel free to join in.)

: one week ago :

Delors Johnson was a small plump elderly woman, with bluish gray hair that she keeps in a bun, striking sea foam green eyes that twinkle when she smiles.

“Delors what was you thinking coming all this way from Georgia to open up a diner?” Delors said to herself as she walked out of the airport of Paragon City. “Well heros’ need a place to eat to, besides I like the company.”

To the people around her, she was just your average grandmother talking to herself. But little did they know that at one time she was head of a very powerful and well-known Coven that is if you practiced magic, in the deep south.

As she exited the airport she took a deep breath, looked around and sighed. “It’s going to rain, and I hate the rain. My old bones ache after a good rain shower. Should I . . . No it’s not nice to play with the weather.” Spotting a police officer, she walked toward him.

“Excuse me. Can you tell me how to get to Kings Row?”

“Sure, just head to the green line tram and it will take you right to it. Can I ask you why? Kings Row is not a place safe place these days.”

“Well young man. I’m opening up a diner there.”

“A diner? I haven’t heard of a new diner opening up in Kings Row.”

“Of course not, I haven’t opened it yet. In fact I don’t even know where I’m going to even put it. I need to see the local area and get a feel for the surroundings.”

“Maybe, you should head over to city hall and talk to the city rep. there.”

“Now, why would I do that? You don’t think I know what I’m doing? Why young man I, have seen more, done more, and been to more place then you.”

“Whoa, hold on I just meant you may want to talk to her to see what buildings are available.”

“Well why didn’t you just say that instead of wasting my time? So where can, I find the City Hall.”

“Atlas Park, take the green-line.”

“Thank you young man, when the diner is open why don’t you stop by and I will treat you some good southern home cooking. Looks like you could use some.” Delors said with a smile. Before he could answer she turned and walk toward the tram

:Present day:

A small southern style building appeared one day in Kings Row. To everyday citizens the building has always been there. If a hero would ask them, they would say it’s a diner run by a kind elderly lady.

The building sits on an acer of land surrounded by trees and bushes, with two flower gardens flanking the walkway up to the double leaded glass doors. Hanging over the door is a sign. “Grandmother’s home cooking.”
Near the beginning of the walkway is a help-wanted sign.

The inside, of the diner has a hardwood floor, cabinets with glass doors that line one wall are filled with fine china.
Tables with white linen tablecloths and high-back chairs fill the room but don’t crowd the room. On the other wall opposite of the cabinets is a lite fireplace which gives off no heat. On the mantel are dozens of framed pictures, above them is a gold framed smoked mirror. It looks more like a dinning room then a diner.

ok Hide yourself, become the Liberian. Then when your found Dead, with a knife in your back, no one will care.

I on the other hand will make myself so much more. I will be that which you most fear. I will be The darkness that surrounds you. I will be the Heart beat, that you hear, but isn't your's. I will be the very breath you breath for the last time.

You will not find me tell it is to late, and who will weep for you. No one you were just a good little Drone, nothing special, but a good little drone.

(OMG ROFLMAO).

Hey, I have a diamond Necklece for you if you give me your Power. Ok here is whole bunch of diamonds. Take them all Just give me your Power.

OK that is just Wrong. I didn't now I was going to be up against Women. I can just see the First Crime they do. Is my Sercet base, They redesign it. """That is so Wrong the death ray needs to be over there.......No over there.......No there.......perfect."""

I see You don't Want Power. Can i have your's? With power comes, more Power. until You have All the power. That is What being a Villian is all About POWER!!!!!!!!!!! and Cool Toys

OH look we have The first Asp kisser!!!!

if I'm going to be someones Lacky I want a Power that only I have, or at least I want Something that will set me above the rest of you little Baby villian's.

After all They choose me to be their Right Hand.

I can see Lord recluse looking at Ghost Widow's report on so many Heroes.
"So, the wheel Of Fate is turning again. We need to Start Plan's To counter Statesman's Bid for More Power."
So Lord recluse is making an Army, and we are It, or at least that is what we let him think.
Now comes my Question, How many of you are going to Join up With Lord Recluse? I know for one that he is one of the Coolest Villians I have seen.
But, I know my Villian Wouldn't Let anyone be his master or Boss.