Soullll Trainnn strolled in, taking a good look around while inhaling the cooking smells from the kitchen. Her eyes lit up. "Yes, I think this'll do me jus' fine."
Delors poked her head out of the kitchen. "Jus' seat yo'self anywhere ya want, honey, ah'll be right out wit' a menu."
"Thank you. Nice place you got here. Reminds me of my aunt's place outside Cinncinnati. Say, you got greens, right?"
"Shoot, honey, I grow my own callard greens in the garden out back! Had to convince those Circle of Thorns whackos to do their rituals elsewhere though, that took a bit o' doin'. You want coffee, ice tea, water? I do my ice tea like they do down South, lots and lots o' sugar."
"Iced tea, please! It's hot out there today." Soullll by this time had seated herself at a window table. Delors stepped out with a menu and a huge glass of honey-colored liquid poured over ice, and a sprig of mint at the top. "Holler when you ready, child. I'm jus' gettin' a pot roast going for the special, but I still got the grill fired up in case you want sumptin' offa dat."
"Hey, at this point, I'm up for whatever you recommend, ma'am." Soul took a sip of the tea, and smiled. Wasn't like how she made it, or how her momma made it, but it was extremely refreshing.
"Oh go on! You call me Gramma or Delors, ev'rybody else do 'round heah!"
"So, you mentioned gettin' those Circle whackos outa yo' garden. How you get that done? Some heros come by and take names for ya?"
"Oh no, child! Gramma Delors got some voodoun of her own! You superhero types ain't got the lock on magic, folks been doing that for, oh, hundreds o' years... came over with the slave trade, then spread out from there... creole, cajun, even the upper class started dabblin' in it. Folks don't talk much about it, but when you got the Gift, you figger out how to make it work for you and those you care about."
Soullll raised an eyebrow. "Delors, you are some piece of work... and I'm thinkin' here I was about to go lookin' to sell my condo over on the east side o' the Gish, and now I'm thinkin' mebbe not. Mmmm... how's maybe some biscuits n' gravy? With a side of those greens you be braggin' about?"
"You got it, sweet. By the way, what they call you?"
"I go by the name Soulll Trainnn on th' street, but my friends..." Soullll paused for a second to think about friends she'd made... "my friends usually call me Shaye."
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
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.
Shayss 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 Heros that has been keeping this fair city safe?
Hermod looked at the piece of paper he had gotten from the DMV. "Impounded? I'm a Hero, I don't have time to check where I park when I'm out saving the city!" Hermod had said this atleast ten times by now as he walked the streets of Kings Row. He was looking for somewhere that didn't know him to have him do a proformence for them. But word of mouth had spread about the failed comedian and things weren't looking good for his motorcycle Sleipnir.
Things hadn't looked good for him ever. But atleast in Boston he could get by. Thing had gone dow hill ever since he had read the Voluspa and met the Norns of Fate. Well, things hadn't acctualy gotten that bad, atleast it was more exciting this way.
"You're not suppose to be here, you must be punished for it, oh, and by the way could you save the world please?" Hermod's voice was a perfect mimic of a womens voice. "Jerks." He said to himself.
He saw a building he hadn't seen before, he looked around. He could have sworn there had never been a Diner here before. Hermod smiled, maybe they hadn't heard about his short comings as a comedian and he could atleast get Sleipnir back. He entered and saw an old women taking to another woman. "Uh, excuse me? Could you use a comedin?"
Hermod hadn't yet taken off his costume, which was just regular clothes with a cowboy hat, an olive green cape and an assult rifle.
"Aren't you Hermod?" The woman asked.
"Uh, yes."
"Thought so, that was a horrible show." Hermod sighed and took a seat seeing his hopes crushed.
(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 I'm very fast on my feet, I could handle that." Hermod said perking up, well, it's better than nothing.
"Ah, a supaspeeder." She said.
"Well, sorta."
"What do you mean sorta?"
"I'm a replcement Norse god." He said prefectly seriously. The old lady looked at him and then started laughing histericaly.
"You got the job." She said in between snorts. Hermod decided not to correct her, he didn't get laughs like that from his acctual material.
"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."
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"Oh this is wonderful! How you get the gravy like this? And these biscuits... mmm!" Shaye paused to enjoy a few more bites. "Oh yes, y'all are def'nitely goin' in my book o' places to visit."
"Now, to answer your question, yeah, I'm one of Paragon's heroes. Ain't been at it all that long, but I'm gettin' by. Pull a stipend from the City in exchange for bustin' evil's chops, and occasionally I receive a gift from some citizen that I had a hand in savin'."
"And what is it you do, Shaye? You look like the Queen o' Sheba, all done up in white and gold, right splendid... but I know it ain't the costume, it's the person in it, right?"
"Well, some folks DO use a costume, or a battlesuit, or a belt full of tricks. But no, what I do..." her mind cast back to the day the test reactor blew containment in the physics lab where she was working as an assistant, "I'm what's known as a mutate. As in, I been changed. Was working on my grad degree, subatomic physics, right? And the project I was involved with developed some sort of problem, and the reactor let off a WHOLE bunch of subatomic radiation that ain't no body's been able to classify. You familiar with physics, things like inertia, momentum, that sort of thing?"
"Well, barely. I remember from schoolin' that objects at rest resist being put into motion, and objects in mostion tend to keep moving until something else acts on them."
"Right, that's it 'xactly. Now, what I do is, I take those concepts, those laws of physics, and I break 'em. When I'm around, I'm the external force making things stop and go and slow down an' speed up. Gravity, or momentum, or inertia... I can change all a' dat."
Shaye tossed a saltshaker in the air, and then right before it hit the table, it decelerated, so it barely made a tap as it landed. "I can take a body and slam him up in the air, or I can take the stored kinetic energy in his muscles and use it for meself, or for others around me. Shoot, I can fly even. The folks down at City Hall call me a Kineticist, like they can sum it all up in one word. But it's more than that. Evah since that situation wit' the reactor, I'm able to FEEL the world around me, how it moves, how it all fits together. It's wierd as heck... and although it lost me my job, and now Crey's got all the project data, and my graduate degree's on hold cos they appropriated my thesis and COPYRIGHTED the thing.... well, aside from a few minor issues, I'm in decent shape. I like bein' a heroine, even if it does mean I end up in hospitals a lot, and have to clean my uniform ev'ry otha' day."
Delors shook her head. "Child, you got a funny way of lookin' at things. Sure, things'll change. World gets all upside-down and backwards. But at the same time, you got opportunity. Look at this town. Half of it all gleamin' and sparkly, half of it reduced to rubble, and then there's folks like me, you, our neighbors down the street, all caught up in the middle. Been that way since, oh, shoot, prob'ly befo' Noah put all them animals on his boat."
Shaye mopped up the last of the gravy with a bite of biscuit, and then polished off the collard greens. "Uh huh. That's it right there. I ain't got too many regrets about what happened, but I take it one day at a time, right?" She leaned back and took a long draught of the tea.
"Now, how about a bit o' that cobbler you mentioned?"
About this time a man in a cowboy outfit wandered in, looking for work. Shaye recognized him immediately. "Hey, aren't you... Hermod?"
The man nodded and said yes.
"Thought so, that was a horrible show."
Her expression softened. "Gramma Delors, get this man an ice tea, my treat. Looks like he could use one. Hey Hermod, uhm... don't you usually ride a bike? Big fancy chopper type rig? Always wanted one of those... although I tend to prefer those race-bike things, you know, the overseas jobs... always did like speed..."
((OOC: yeah I ride. This could devolve into a biker discussion if we're not careful, even though Soullll hasn't tried riding yet!))
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
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 whats it like, being a hero? How about you Shays? Back in my day heros were rare, and most people had to fend for themselves.
"Yeah, Sleipnir, I use to ride her when I wasn't a hero. I don't need it anymore, but it's still nice to have, to be normal every once in a while. Not to be runnign along at speeds people weren't meant to run at." Hermod sighed, riding was one of lifes few simple pleasure for him. "But they've impounded it because of where I parked it."
Shaye asked the inevitable question. "Where did you park it?"
"In front of a fire hydriant, while I was helping put out the fire." He added bitterly.
Delor came back out with some peach cobbler and iced tea. Hermod smiled after taking a sip of it. "So tell me Hermod whats it like, being a hero? How about you Shays? Back in my day heros were rare, and most people had to fend for themselves.
Hermod fumbled for abit. "Well, it's a rush realy, but it's not just frm putting you life on the line, I enjoy people being thankful I saved them. It's kinda a change from people boing me off the stage." Hermod sighed again. "Unless it's the Band, then you're going to have a bad day no matter how you slice it. No one even knows you saved them. I guess letting them go on with thire lives should be payment enough, but it just feels so empty. And it doesn't help that the Band's members are so creepy, so empty of life." Hermod shuddered and then realized he was bring the others down. "Sorry, I guess I shouldn't feel to sorry for myself. Kinda got caught up in it."
(OOC Note: I realy don't ride. I gave Hermod a bike just so I could make him have some reason to be looking for a job. But fill in anything you want abut it.
Oh, and yes, the Band doesn't acctualy exist, they're part of a story I'm writing. They're full name is the Band of Twilight.)
Shaye indicated the empty chair opposite her. "Pull up a log, Hermod, ain't no one usin' that side of the table. Thank you Delors. Mmm, this does look yummy." She took a forkful. "Oh wow, yes! You wouldn't be using that 'voodoun' of yours to enhance your cooking, now?"
As Hermod told of his woes with his bike, Shaye arched an eyebrow. "Impounded while you were putting out the fire? That doesn't sound too good. Didya talk to the fire captain on scene? Most of those guys could get the ticket written off, and your bike returned, seein'as you was helpin' his guys out an' all."
Another bite of cobbler, and a pause to enjoy the flavors.
"And yah, I know what you on about wanting to be 'normal folk'. Me too. I mean, I COULD go around slingshottin' myself off of thugs and muggers all day, but unless I'm needing to get across town in an all-fired hurry, I'd rather just, I dunno, drive, or take the train. Less chance of bowlin' over a pedestrian, altho' these days I run in the street with the cars, instead of on the sidewalks."
Another pause while she polished off more of the cobbler. "Now, to answer your question about 'why', Delors. I don't know why, least all of it. I know that I can't work a regular gig, what with my powers tending to knock stuff around on occasion. Shoot, I had to get me one of them voice dication computers, cos if I try and type, I get going so fast I break the keys. I'm probably OK with outside work, maybe over at the University jobsite in Steel Canyon... but seems like every time I get all gussied up for an interview, here's some civilian being rustled for her purse, or there's two thugs tryin' to break into a car, or some Trolls decide to hold a Superadine rave and start causing more property damage... you can't turn yo' back on that kinda thing! Sure, 'someone else can handle it'. No way. YOU are that someone else. So, I guess, bein' a heroine is my job. And I guess, I dunno, I think I'm good at my job, so far. As for why... hey, i get a big kick out of picking up some poor suit outa da street after putting boot to behind on the Skulls that were trying to rob him. And occasionally, " her eyes twinkled, "I get a phone number out of the deal. Or flowers. Or even dinner."
"What about you, Hermod? You into this hero gig full time, or is it just something you do in between bouts of normality?"
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
Madadh Allaidh walked down the streets of Kings Row. His massive form and dark aura parting the crowds before him. Those who happened to pass by close enough heard dark whisperings emitting from the shadows that stuck close to the hulking form.
"Never, never enough, I have to keep fightin'," Madadh said to himself.
Suprisingly something answered him, "Just let it go, give in and let uss easse your pain," the insidious voice whispered. "We know what is besst for you, we can make it all go away,"
"no, No, NO!," shouted the disturbed being, lashing about at the shadows around him. The shadows drifted about lazily, Madadh's fists having little effect upon them.
Snarling in frustration, he brought both his fists up and smashed the sidewalk below him to pieces. He sat there for a second, seathing, listening for the sound of the voices that haunted him. Silence, beautifull, golden silence, was the only thing about him for just a moment, then the sounds of the city rushed back to him, and he remembered where he was.
He glanced about, but he was all alone on his side of the street now. All the civilians had run in terror, and there where even a few policemen he spotted walking briskly away. He felt a slight tug in his chest, and knew instantly that somewhere nearby there was a being of magic.
He gazed about, trying to find its source, and found himself drawn to a small, comely, diner. He stepped inside, looking at the few supers that were already in the place, but none of them where the source he had felt.
Just then Delors stepped out from the kitchen with the cobbler and Madadh's jaw dropped. This! This was the source of the power he had felt. He couldn't believe it. He plopped down onto a chair in amazement, only to have it break underneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground.
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He plopped down onto a chair in amazement, only to have it break underneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground.
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Shaye stood up, and gestured, an aura of power flowing down her gold-tattooed arm and into the sprawled body of the newcomer. It felt... well, lighter wasn't the right word. It was as if he was more coordinated and nimble, more in control, as if his mass or weight wasn't nearly as ... confining... as it usually was.
"There ya go, sugah. The effects of my Inertial Reduction will pass in time, but in the meantime, I don' think you be breakin' any mo' of Gramma Delors' furniture. Just.. don't stand up suddenly, or you'll probably hit the ceiling."
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
When Shaye had meantioned he could easily get it out he made abit of a nervous face. "Doesn't exactly help that I have a couple of unpaided tickets for various things. I'd pay them off, but I can never get the money together." Hermod didn't tried not to think about that and ate some of the cobbler. Then the man broke the chair. "Welcome to the Diner buddy." Hermod said lightly."
"Well, I sorta became Hermod, or he became me, or something that suppose to sound deep like that. I just don't like seeing things go wrong in the world. I guess you could say it's somethign I do inbetween bous of normality. But it seems like the one job in the world I was made to do." He shrugged as he ate somemore of the cobbler, it was delicious. "What about you friend?" He asked the new comer.
"Thank you," he mumbled to Shaye. He stood up slowly, looking down at the broken chair in embarrassment. "I'm very sorry about that ma'am," He said looking over at Delors. "I'll find some way to pay for it," He glanced about nervously, then directed his wild eyed gaze back to Delors. "You can do magic can't you," he said timidly, as if he was afraid to ask.
At the mention of the word magic the shadows about Madadh gave off a faint whisper, almost as if the word itself had brought them to life.
Madadh looked at Hermod. "I ah, made a mistake," He said simply, a pained expression coming to his face.
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When Shaye had meantioned he could easily get it out he made abit of a nervous face. "Doesn't exactly help that I have a couple of unpaided tickets for various things. I'd pay them off, but I can never get the money together."
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Shaye grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote a few names and numbers down. She then passed it across the table to Hermod.
"Y'all need to talk to these folks I done favors for in the past. They're all cops, various beats, couple'a detectives, a desk sarge... I think if you mention my name, and let them know the circumstances, you should be able to get your bike outta hock. However, this is a one-shot deal, you keep parking the bike wherever and whenever, it'll get locked up again... and after that you'll be on your own."
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"Thank you," he mumbled to Shaye. He stood up slowly, looking down at the broken chair in embarrassment. "I'm very sorry about that ma'am," He said looking over at Delors. "I'll find some way to pay for it," He glanced about nervously, then directed his wild eyed gaze back to Delors. "You can do magic can't you," he said timidly, as if he was afraid to ask.
At the mention of the word magic the shadows about Madadh gave off a faint whisper, almost as if the word itself had brought them to life.
Madadh looked at Hermod. "I ah, made a mistake," He said simply, a pained expression coming to his face.
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At that comment, Shaye smiled, suppressing a quick chuckle. "If you talkin' about the chair, yah, you did, but it was a minor one. If you speakin' of how you came to be, well, shoot, honey, we ALL can say that, in some way or 'nother. But, it sounds as if your 'mistake' was a bit more a CHOICE than an accident... dat right?"
With that, she stood up, and started picking up pieces of broken chair. "Delors, you got a dumpster out back, right? I'm a gonna toss this out, be right back."
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
"Thank you very much." Hermod said in delight, it would requie a few hops to jump through, but he'd do whatever he could to get his bike back. Shaye left and he looked at the new comer.
"We all have accidents, mine got me on the bad sides of a ew lovely ladies cal the Norns of Fate. You can sense magic right, look here." Hermod held up his palm and concentrated, no one but one with magic talent could see the faint glow of the rune on Hermod's hand. It's meaning long lost. "I got a pair on my feet and another on my other palm. The Norn's branded me with them because of a acciendent."
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 its 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 whats 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.
Madadh looked at Hermod's hand, noticing the faint glow of magic that encompassed him. "Yes I see that now, I wonder why I didn't notice earlier."
He then turned his gaze to Delors saying, "My name is Madadh, and it isn't spirits that plague me. Its a demon." He pulled down slightly on his gray leather jacket, revealing an infernal mark on the right side of his neck. "I'm actually only 14," He said, his deep voice sounded on the verge of cracking. His gray hair shook as a sob shuddered through his body. "I was trying to summon one, and I wound up with it inside me." Tears streamed from his eyes as he slumped down into the newly remade chair.
"After the ritual I blacked out, but I came to among the bodies of my family. My body had been changed, and everything felt so different," He completely broke down at this point, his massive body wracked with internal pain.
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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 its self and become sturdier, and every one could have sworn the chair looked embarrassed.
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Shaye looked nonplussed as the pieces of wood in her hands jumped away and reassembled themselves into a chair. How very interesting. Well, the woman running the place said she had magical power, and she DID convince the Circle to stay out of her desmenes.... so as far as Kashaye Parker knew, an animated chair-golem was ... perfectly normal.
She altered her path to the front door, laying down a $20 on the counter. "For that wonderful meal, Gramma Delors... and don' worry 'bout no change. Worth every cent. Madadh, sounds like you got a rough row to hoe, there, kid. I'd pop on over to M.A.G.I. and bug the seeress. She might have a few insights into ... your companion. Catch y'all later!"
She stepped outside the restaurant, gathered energy from the surrounding trees, sidewalks, cars, etc, then shot straight up and arced toward her condo fifteen blocks away.
"City of Heroes. April 27, 2004 - August 31, 2012. Obliterated not with a weapon of mass destruction, not by an all-powerful supervillain... but by a cold-hearted and cowardly corporate suck-up."
"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."
Hermod didn't think she was refering to him. "Excuse me, Grandma." No matter how he said it it felt wrong in his mouth. She was nice, kind, but it made Hermod feel silly. He ran out the door with superspeed and throw something throw the air at Soulll Trainnn. It got some distance thanks to the superspeed launch. The Heroine caught it and found a letter wrapped around a stone. The letter said, "I owe you one." And had a phone number under it.
Hermod walked back into the Diner, took a seat and drank some more of the iced tea. "Uh, if you want me to leave I can go somewhere else." He said when he looked at the two.
Soon some heavy footsteps could be heard outside that grew louder and louder. Suddenly the doors to the diner burst open revealing the giant Dark Dwarf form of a Kheldian.
"Man am I hungry" it said in a deep voice that shook the room. "What do you have to eat here?" it asked.
The shadowy monster looked around waiting for an answer a few seconds. Then it glanced at its massive hands in realization of something.
"Woops, forgot I was still in this form" it said. In a quik flash the Dark Dwarf vanished. In its place stood a human figure that was no less intimadating. He had a hood that covered his face in shadow except his glowing orange eyes. The rest of his body was covered in dark purple and black robotic parts.
"There we go" he said. "Allow me to introduce myself. the name is Emperor Ing. Mind if I eat here, been looking for a place to dine for awhile. Seems most diners around here arn't Kheldian freindly, or at least not warshade freindly"
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.
(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. Its going to rain, and I hate the rain. My old bones ache after a good rain shower. Should I . . . No its 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. Im opening up a diner there.
A diner? I havent heard of a new diner opening up in Kings Row.
Of course not, I havent opened it yet. In fact I dont even know where Im 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 dont think I know what Im 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 didnt 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 dont 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 its 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. Grandmothers 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 dont 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.