Sometime later, Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse Suite

Sometime later, in Ms. Lafouche's suite, the heroes are able to more comfortably talk with the singer. Her suite is well decorated and there are several overstuffed chairs in the lounge area of the suite. She poured herself a massive glass of apple juice and sat down.

"Okay, gentlemen..the entity that spoke through me wanted me to help you find my missing gear. Something about Robert's guitar is essential to it and the dark man."
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Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse Suite

"They took my damn brother! Your mysterious voice can take his guitar and stick in his rabbit hole."


Simon was clearly less than sympathetic to the loss of some hoodoo musical junk while a human being had been taken.

"If I find your stuff in the process of finding him then that's all well and good but let's not get confused about whether or not guitars are more important than people. Whatever mister "so mysterious he talks through proxy chicks" has to say on the subject."

[Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse Suite]

OOC:
During the time jump Knighthawk, whose armor is nearly out of power, departs but wishes the group luck.  Mr. Impossible who had started the fight in his “Remarkable” persona, returns from dropping off the wounded women at the hospital.  After geeking out over meeting Atlanta Max, Impossible goes with the others to the Penthouse.

Upon entering the room Impossible whistled. ”Wow.  I’m in the wrong line of work.

After the brief, yet tense, interaction between Yeomen and their host Impossible speaks up.  Normally the jokester his tone is quite serious. ”We’re going to find him.”

"I mean hell we got Atlanta Max with us.  Thats gotta give us a serious edge.

[Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse Suite]

Volt watched the exchange quietly, considering their group. It was obvious that Yeoman didn't care worth a whit about the stolen items and Volt was rather inclined to agree with him on that particular subject. The brother would be his own first priority. After they got him back, finding the items would move back to prime motivator.

Still, both goals were most likely going to be so intertwined that it didn't matter which one was pursued, they'd find both in the end.

"Impossible's right. We will find your brother. And, likely the stolen items with him. There's no reason that the goals be mutually exclusive, in case anyone's gotten that idea," he said, turning to LaFourche, "But, make no mistake... if the choice is presented to choose between your stuff and his brother, you'd better have a back-up plan to unsteal the gear. I for one won't hesitate."

The lightest crackle of electricity played across his knuckles, something that had become almost reflex when he was irritated and not focused on keeping his identity secret.

Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse Suite

"Of course we'd do all we can to get your brother back. Marie says firmly as she takes a few steps back from the Southern Bowman. "I don't know the specifics of why the mage took the things he did. I suspect that it all ties into Robert Johnson. I knew that he was different when I channeled him but he never shared anything about himself like the others did. He kept enough.. whatever it is .. identity to keep me from probing his past. He would let me use his skills, but never more. There are the legends, that he sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads one summer night to be the best bluesman of his generation. I suspect whatever thing the mage will be doing will involve that."

Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse Suite

"So this 'Crossroads'...is it a particular place or will any intersection do?"

Remembering there was more going on than their own problems Yeoman popped in his ear-bud and tuned it to the police band.

Time to find out how much damage Hardbody did.

"One particular set of crossroads. Odds are the power of it has kept it from being on a map or even being developed into something noticeable." She said with a sigh. "It will be documented, but not evident."

The word on the radio was that Hardbody put the first responders into the critical care unit by smashing their van with the armored car.

Impossible scratched his head. "Um, documented how?"
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"That is the problem. The stories are the sort of things you have to dig for. In an Anthropology library. The UNC Charlotte campus has a very big collection of material concerning the blues culture."

Volt smiled under his mask.

"That's something I might be able to help with, assuming they've got a computer database with the book listings on file. Least narrow down the possibilities. Plus, I can go ahead and find that out from here right now."

Volt rolled 14 using 1d20+10. Computers.
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Atlanta Max shrugged.
"I'll tag along. Worst come to worst ill just read the library."

Charlotte Hilton, Penthouse suite

"That could work," She says with a smile. "I'll call my friend over at the school and see if he can get us in to the secure wing of the library, it's got a lot of old books and documents in a controlled area. We could use the hands on approach."

Elsewhere in Charlotte

The spread was one of the worst he'd ever seen. Mojo scratched his ear as he looked over the well tooled cards on the velvet cloth. The knight of swords was out of the spread now, as was the mage he set into play. It was a good thing he'd stayed out of it, the lose of someone like Alec was bad enough. He'd been subtly working on mentoring him, for another, but if he had been taken ..it would be been far worse.

As it was, the 'sponsor' had stepped in to nudge things along.

"That is one evil spell that he's building. He muttered as he sipped his corona and waved for another. Luckily it seemed the gang was working the right path.
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The Next Morning, Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building

Jennifer Lafourche leans against the wall of the building while she waited. She was nervously smoking a small cigar as she watched the early morning crowd of students go back and forth while humming an old bayou tune to herself. She wondered what sort of 'look' the guys in spandex would do in the day light. Her own sense of responsibility told her something big was building and she needed to figure it out.

A casting of the bones last night hinted to more than they had learned at the club. Times like this she wished she had her great grandmother's knack for the Art instead of the Sight.

The Next Morning, Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building

Ben strolled onto campus wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. He watched the students walking between classes and smiled, remembering his own days back at GT. He also had some residual happiness from the previous night, since somehow Jenny hadn't been too mad at his disappearance and took his explanation of being stuck in the bathroom by one of the dogs at mostly face value. The fact that he had managed to get the star's autograph and a personal note to Jen hadn't hurt either. A second date had been scheduled. Now, they just had to get this nuttery taken care of, get the archer's brother back and life could go back to normal. Normal as it got for him, anyway.

As Ben walked up to the library, his smile dipped, remembering his failure at getting into the library systems. The fight had taken more out of him than he'd realized... and he had to admit, the school's firewall was decent enough. One of the good things to come out of the terrorist fears of the past years. Noting LaFourche, he altered his course.

"Pretty sure it's illegal to smoke that close to the doorway," he said wryly, turning up one side of his mouth in a lopsided smile.

Jennifer looked the man who had walked over to comment to her carefully. She was feeling a bit better in the daylight, most magics like the ones unleashed last night didn't stand the power of the morning sun. Just in case though she had come prepared, she reminded as she patted her pocket.

"I'm off the path, and downwind of the entryway." She said with a grumpy grimace as she sipped her coffee.

Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building

"Still smells like burnt ass."

The voice emerged from the nearby trees shortly followed by a large man in jeans, a Panthers cap, and a Carhardt jacket.

[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

Lewis walked up to the quickly gathering group.  No longer in his tall and muscular "Ultra" heroic Mr. Impossible physique. Lewis appeared a little shorter, and out of shape.  With his powers Lewis could take on just about any form he could think of but he found he was most comfortable in his old body.  Wearing Jeans and a Myth Foundation T-Shirt with the Old School Greek helmet logo, Lewis was also wearing a back pack.  Taking a long slurping drink out of a Burger King cup, the unlikely Hero waved. "Sup Guys."  Only able to positively Identify Jennifer, Lewis scanned the others quickly trying to figure out who was who from last night.  "Max isn't here yet?"

[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

"Who's not here? I've been in there looking around for nearly three minutes."

Max seemed to just appear in the midst of the group smiling and holding a cup of coffee.

Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building

To a normal person, Max's sudden appearance would've probably cared the bejeesus out of them and sent them running. Since Ben had experience in such things, he was only startled and managed to conceal the sudden flash of electricity across his hands rather well to anyone farther away than 10 feet.

"AH! Er... so, find anything useful?" he said, sticking his hands casually in his pockets.
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[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

Lewis geeks out a little at Max's appearance. "Pure awesome!"

"That's one of the things I gotta work on." He nods with a smile. "You know, my entrance?" Impossibles train of thought seems to derail. "And exits."

"And heroic posses."

He nods thoughtfully. "But mostly my entrances." His train of thought hops back on track and Impossible returns his attention to the group. "I'm Lewis by the way." He slurps his soda.  "Damn.  Should I have made up a name or something?  You know to preserve my secret identity?"

[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

"Don't preach." She says to Yeoman. "I'm guessing you're the stretching guy..you're the bow guy and that means you're the lightning guy then." She says pointing to the three men in question in succession before putting out the cigar and looking to Max. "I can tell who you are, you've been around the whole South at one point or another. Ya'll ready to go in and do the fun stuff?"

"Hey!" There's a little resentment in Lewis' voice. "I do more than," He paused abruptly and looks to be in thought. "Yeah OK, I'm the stretchy guy."
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[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

"Don't get all upset, most of what I can do is channel dead musician's talents. I can't really do much beyond that, unless you want the King's secret fried banana recipe. Poor man never met a fried food he didn't like." She pinched off the cigar and ground it out on her boot before looking to the group of men with her.

"So, ya'll ready to help me convince a sociologist that I need to look through 80 something years worth of newsprint, journals, notebooks and music memorabilia for the location of a supposed encounter with the Devil by on Robert Johnson on some cross roads in the Deep South that might not even exist anymore?"

[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

Lewis shrugs. "Sure.  Is the area we have to look for this information restricted or something?" Assuming that was the case Lewis pulls his iphone out of his back pack and does a quick search bringing up a picture of Philip L. Dubois, UNCC's Chancellor.

[Outside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

"Who's this sociologist?" Ben asked, looking around at the passing students.

He kept a wary eye... maybe he was just paranoid, but all this supernatural mumbo-jumbo just kept him in a state of perpetual willies. Ben was fine when it was a supervillian spouting off some inane speech about how he was going to rule the world or rob a bank or the like. But, hell hounds that could pass through walls and were only affected by salt and sorcerers who used the instrument of a dead man to gain power and said dead man having made a proverbial deal with some, or even the, devil... way out of the comfort zone.

[Headed Inside the University of North Carolina @ Charlotte's Social Sciences Building]

Yeoman heads into the library.

"Let's get the hell on with it."

"He's an old friend of my, Dr. Walter Grimes. He's quirky but you'll get along with him. Just don't bring up the spandex events of the last night, he's got all sorts of theories about 'fortean archetypes' and such." She grins as she leads the way.

Several minutes later, the team is in a small cramped office that is literally buried under news papers, journals, bundles of printed papers, old vinyl records and several dusty but clearly cherished musical instruments.

Dr. Grimes is a small man of about five feet tall with a bushy black beard that seems to fit with his tweed jacket and absentminded professor's aura.

"Jennifer..you brought..friends." He says with a broad grin to the men that followed her in. "You said you needed to know something about a blues man?"

Simon nods in greeting but otherwise waits to see how things progress.

Max extends a hand.
"Names Jacob Maxwell Kurtsburg. Friends call me Max."

OOC/Game Note: I need a Investigate roll from everyone participating in the research slash archive looting for the info you guys are looking for.

The Yeoman prowls the library shelves like the expert hunter that he is. Once found however he passes off possibly important tomes to the more academically inclined.


18:45, Today: Yeoman rolled 26 using 1d20+11. Investigate.

Ben searched through the archives, but felt uncomfortable doing most of it. He was used to Google, databases, computers... he'd thought this kind of research had gone the way of the dodo. Still, he did what he could and passed on what he found.

Today: Volt rolled 8 using 1d20+3. Investigate

Max walked about at normal speed picking up books as he went. When he picked up a book, he blurred though the pages at speeds only he and that snot nosed Slipstream brat could read.

10:13, Today: Atlanta Max rolled 22 using 1d20+5. Library reading, Investigate.

Hours pass as the heroes move through the old archive of the library with the focus on one piece of blues folk lore that might give them a hint to where the reputed 'bargain' between Robert Johnson and the Devil went down.

All in all it was a frustrating expedition through the stacks. For Max, he had to slow down occasionally, flipping though the old books carefully to keep them from exploding in tatters and old faded ink. Still, his ability to operate at speed, helped him thumb through them quickly. For Yeoman and the others it was flipping though the books and trying to follow up on the trail that the senior hero found.

Around two in the afternoon, Yeoman found an old record of a new deal archivist who was interviewing one of the singer's peers. It was a long drawn out record, scratchy and distorted but it mentions something tangible.

The Aldridge Plantation in Mississippi, a small crossroad deep in the abandoned estate.

Question was: How do they get there before midnight.

"Found it...Damn!.. It's in Mississippi."

He handed the book off to someone else so that he wouldn't destroy it in a fit of anger.

"Southern Missippi by midnight...Jesus..."

Having been gone for nearly an hour Mister Impossible returns with several large pizzas  and a case of Dr. Pepper. "We're going to Mississippi?"
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"Backwoods, off the beaten path deep in the country Southern Mississippi." Jennifer says as she takes the book. "The Aldridge's weren't the most progressive family, before the civil war or after. It's safe to say that county hasn't moved much further since. There are parts of that area where power and sewage still aren't available. Very... rustic."

Frowning, Ben took a look at the book over LaFourche's shoulder.

"Well, since I can't fly us all there, you wouldn't happen to know a mystic ritual or some such that would send us there, would ya? Then again, there's always the grabbing a private flight approach..."

"Oh Oh!" Lewis raises his hand. "What if I turn into a giant kite with like a basket or something.  Max could pull us there?"

He thinks.  "Well, I mean you'd probably have to slow down a little so we didn't all burst into flames.  And you would have to be pretty good at flying kites.. And it would be slower than taking a plane.  So um. Lets eighty six that plan." He shrugs

Max nearly did a spit take of Dr, Pepper.

"On that note lets 86 all plan's that involve the 67 year old man with myth tech injection in his knees every 3 to 4 months running to Mississippi carrying a giant Stretch Armstrong who's hauling a human lightning rod, a line backer with a bow and arrow, and the collective talent of every rockstar in history."

Immpossible gives Max a trigger finger point.  "Noted."

As the heroes and musician discuss their options in hushed tones in the documents archive of the university library. AS they discuss how they could ALL get to the point in question a persistent tone is heard.

BEEP


BEEP


BEEP


BEEP

"What is that?"


11:45, Today: Yeoman rolled 22 using 1d20+12. Notice .
11:44, Today: Yeoman rolled 28 using 1d20+12. Search.

The beeping is easily tracked to a computer on the far side of the small archive annex. A computer with a screen displaying a logo of a cartoon face peeking over a brick wall with the caption 'Hit Any Key to continue'.

Just to one side of the keyboard is an additional keyboard slipped into it's USB connection. One key. One large RED key. Titled 'Any'.

"Oh thats friggen perfect. A mastermind. Random acts of crime i can deal with but masterminds are the worst. It doesnt matter who it is or what there plan is, it always ends with me having to run around and around in a circle waiting for Bobby-Sue Brilliant to step out of there bulletproof bubble and grace me with a monolougue."

Max stops talking and looks over seeing that Impossible is staring at him.

"Then i hit 'em."

Volt stepped up and extended a hand towards the computer. No sense hitting any buttons before anyone had to. He concentrated, allowing his perception to extend into the electromagnetic spectrum...

Let's see what you've got going on inside... he muttered.

Volt rolled 20 using 1d20+10. Computers.

Volt is greeted by the following ASCI map popping up on the screen.




    ..................................................
    :                    ......                      :
    :                 .:||||||||:.                   :
    :                /            \                  :
    :               (   o      o   )                 :
    :-------@@@@----------:  :----------@@@@---------:
    :                     `--'                       :
    :                                                :
    :                                                :
    :         K I L R O Y   S A Y S   H I !          :
    :................................................:


It's a fairly normal pc, with an extra keyboard (with one key) and some serious firewalls behind it that keep whoever is on the other side hidden despite the hero's best efforts. Impressive computer iron and programming at work there. Someone is good.

Max finished the debate he was having with his common sense in his head and finally decided that if its gonna explode and kill someone then he's got the least years left on him. Might as well be him.

"Step back everybody."

Max reached up and hit the "ANY" button.

With a whir and groan, a chat program (Kilroy COM) opens up and starts playing a audio log. It's clearly a manufactured response as various phrases and words come from a wide spread of sources. Music, and movies seems to be the biggest part of the message.

"Hello Campers.. this is WRA-Kilroy, on the air. I was asked by someone to give you dudes a righteous lift to someplace closer to the middle of no where. Don't ask us who, since you most likely won't believe me. Just believe you me that I can get you within about 2 hours legal travel time of your destination."

"Your going to help us?"

Yeoman's tone seems less that convinced but he comes to a decision quickly.

"If you can do it then let's get it done."

His voice turns a little cold when he continues.

"Fair warning though. The thing with the yacht was funny. Hell he had it coming and worse. But if this is a prank and it interferes with me find my brother I will hunt you down and put an arrow somewhere you will not like."

"I'm a very good hunter."

"RELAX.. dude.. we're working on the level. Well for as much as I can. SOrry about not coming out and offering my business card BUT I have pissed off some pretty Powerful People. Be at the Barker Storage unit 5-4-8 in Downtown Wilmington in anytime after 20 minutes from now. Sorry that we don't have assets closer to get you there but that ISN'T how I usually set things into play. I don't have anything closer. The car will get you to where you need to go. The trunk is shielded for anything electronic made after 1980, I suggest if you have anything technical put it in there. Directions will be in the glove box and the key will be in the left rear tire well.

The mixing of so many movie actor voices makes it hop and skip and it's clear that the software they are using is trying to keep up with their typing.

    Max rubs his chin in thought. His mind jumps into over drive as he contemplates all the ways this could end. 32,042 ways they could die, 102,870 they could be maimed or crippled. 29,900 ways civilians could be injured,(22 ways a small cute but fuzzy cat could lose the third nail on its back right paw.)
     But then max contemplated the ways they could succeed without him. 2. Honestly 1 and a half. The answer was clear to him.

"Alright poindexter. Let's do it."

"So, what are we waiting for?" Volt says as he heads towards the door.

The anticipation causes a spark to leap from his hand to the knob, but he takes no notice.

The only response from the computer is the printer kicking out directions. First is marked 'Pick up transport here' at the local airport storeage lot and there is a long twisty set of directions to a spot in nearby Gastonia at a rental warehouse.

Circled is a unit labeled '221 b'.

"Let's move."

Yeoman heads for the parking lot.

A quick trip to Gastonia, revealed the storage locker held an old police cruiser with a note on it.

Sorry about the ride, but the way you're getting to where you need to go requires an old style car. The glove compartment has a GPs to get you to the spot in Wilimington that will get you to where you're going. Any sensitive electronics should be put in the trunk before you get there.

PS. Put the GPS in the trunk or glove box before you arrive at the Wilmington location.

Kilroy


GM's Note: The car is a 1974 Dodge Monaco.

Mr. Impossible turns into Elwood from the blues brothers and moves around to take a look at the car and nods in approval.  "It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas."

His voice switches back to normal.  "Shotgun"


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Yeoman opens the door, swings into the drivers seat, and cranks the big Detroit engine.

Revving the engine he says,"Wilmington's in the wrong damn direction...I hate magic."

The trip to Wilmington goes as fast as Yeoman can get without drawing police attention. Of course the car was still going at a good clip on the backroads. The bad part was the radio didn't work and there was only one cartridge for the 8 track player in the car.


After a bit of driving, the location comes into sight. A massive warehouse with one open door in the front and the other side opening out to the ocean.

[Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse]

Roaring into the parking lot at 95+mph Yeoman aims the two tons of Detroit steel directly at the building.

Halfway across the lot he throws the car into a skidding spin sliding through the warehouse threshold and coming to a stop some 5-10 feet inside the building.

Almost as quickly he rolls out the window and lands, bow in hand, nearby.


15:57, Today: Yeoman rolled 24 using 1d20+7. Driving Roll.

[Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse]

Volt felt it better to have multiple angles of attack as they approached and voluntarily bailed out as they neared the location. It absolutely had nothing to do with the driving style of the bowman. Nope, no relation at all.

Volt flew in low as the car swung into the parking lot, moving to the nearest window and trying to get a look inside. He could feel the build-up of electricity inside him as the anticipation of action built.

22:50, Today: Volt rolled 15 using 1d20+8. Notice.

[Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse]

Stretching out of the passenger side window he moves fluidly to the top of the car.  Standing there he stretches his neck up a few feet more than it should go as he looks around the warehouse.

"So what are we doing here again?"

Middle of Nowhere, Mississippi

As soon as Yeoman cleared the entryway of the warehouse, everyone in the car felt like the bottom of their stomach had dropped out. For a moment there was a feeling of nothingness, then a sensation of spinning around.

Yeomen landed on the ground, bow and arrow ready, but it wasn't the concrete foundation of the warehouse in Wilmington that he landed on but the packed dirt of what seemed to be an abandoned tobacco storage warehouse. The smell of old tobacco, mildew was mixed with the new smell of burning electronics as a small array of boxes around the warehouse door sparked and smoked fitfully.


Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse

Volt's flight took him by the window just as the car entered the clearly empty warehouse. Just in time to see the flash of light and the car vanish in a surge of power that he could sense with his powers. LOTS of power. Odds were every breaker and fuse box in a 10 block radius was tripped.

[Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse]

Volt quickly turned and dropped to the ground just outside the door.

Huh... guess that wasn't just excitement, Volt thought, moving to examine the edge of the doorway.

He knew a little bit about teleportation tech, just barely enough to know that it was expensive and took way too much power for the return. There was usually a direct correlation between the mass of the object being teleported and the energy required to move it. Unfortunately, he had no idea what kind of teleportation had been used... not that it would make much difference. And that was about the extent of his knowledge.

Volt considered his options as he looked over the doorway... if he could find the power input, he might be able to send himself to where ever the others were. Course, that's assuming whatever mechanism the device used was calibrated to a single destination. For all he knew, it might be randomized or a one-shot deal and the next time it was used, it'd atomize whatever was 'ported. Ah, the life of a superhero...

08:17, Today: Volt rolled 15 using 1d20+8. Knowledge (technology).
08:16, Today: Volt rolled 25 using 1d20+8. Notice.

Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse

Volt found out a few things when he 'dove' into the dying rig of electronics. It was way past his skill level, that was for sure. The smell of burning components filled Volt's nose as he felt through the rig in front of him. The power couplings were gone, that was for sure as he felt the remaining computer code cores. They had power, for about another two minutes but there was no way he could get the building's power grid to open another teleport event.

OOC: I'm gonna need a HP for extra effort for you to 'juice' the system again. Then I'll need a toughness check (vs 25 diff)

[Wilmington NC, Mysterious Warehouse]

Volt gritted his teeth as he decided. No time to waste.

"This is gonna hurt," he said to no one in particular as he reached down, gritted his teeth and channeled more power than he normally felt safe doing into the dying machine.

The pain was a special kind of hurt. The kind you hear about. The kind you say you could take, but really never want to test if you could. The kind people don't ask for drugs to help with because they can't remember how to speak. The kind that Volt was experiencing right up until the darkness claimed him.

His last thought was, Sure hope this woAAAARRRRGGGGH....!

Extra effort for +2 ranks to Electrical Control.
Spending a Hero Point to shake off the fatigue.
16:36, Today: Volt rolled 9 using 1d20+8. Toughness.

Middle of Nowhere, Mississippi

Volt's awareness of his arrival is fleeting at best as his attempt to follow the rest of his team is successful. Somewhere. In the fact that the machinery does teleport him hundreds of miles to the location where his friend's arrived a minute or two earlier. No so much in the fact that the machinery's program code had built up errors. Such as the cancellation of the momentum of his passage through the gate event wasn't entirely canceled.

The exit gate flashed as Volt came sailing through and bounced off of the roof of the car and on past through the window on the other side of the barn and into the
fields beyond. Landing loosely in a pile in the tobacco stalks outside. Out cold.

OOC: You came out of the gate device KO'd and bruised. Tough roll on the save.

ooc: Since Impossible was on the roof of the car where volt hits can he try to catch him, or at least break his fall?

OOC: Sure.. He's still going to be out like a like and bruised. Violating Time/Space on a device going through a BSOD is a bad idea.

[Middle of somewhere, somewhere]

With Volt’s sudden appearance Mr. Impossible shifts into a more than life size Pillsbury dough boy.  When the Hero hits Impossible’s white fluffy stomach he makes the Pillsbury “oouhoo” sound, then collapses around him in the form of a giant cupcake to help cushion his fall as they tumble to the ground.

Shifting back to normal he sets Volt down on the ground checking him over, exhibiting some very real medical knowledge as he does. ”Nothing broken, pulse is fine.  Looks like what ever happened just rang his bell a little.”

”Speaking of.  Umm what the hell just happened?”


11:08, Today: Mr. Impossible rolled 23 using 1d20+10. Medical.

[Middle of Nowhere, Mississippi]

"Geeks rigged a teleporter in the warehouse. Volt missed the bus. Looks like he jumped it again somehow. Probably with with man-taser powers."

Yeoman climbs back in the car and stows his bow.

"If you think he's gonna be okay load him up and lets get moving."