[Inside the Theater]

Nighthawk laughed a little at Volt's "Yoko and Lennon" remark but as the singer gives him a scowl he shook his head and forced a serious tone in his voice. "I mean that's horrible."
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Inside the Theater
"Imagine that you can gain power from links between people. And power from the abilities of the person's who you have a token for. More than a few of the people whose tokens I carried influenced a lot of people. Imagine how many guitarists were influenced by Jimmi Hendrix, or Robert Johnson or one of a dozen of the blues men who I have channeled."


Outside the Theater

There was no sign of his brother, aside from a fragment of his costume and a small pool of blood.

The WHOOSH of momentum drew his eye to a man who litterally appeared in the street of the theater.

OOC:

Max.. meet Yeoman.. Yeoman meet Max. Play nice.

Outside the Theater

Yeoman snapped to a full draw and zeroed in on Max's chest.

"Geez I hope your a good guy 'cause shooting at somebody as fast as you are is going to absolutely ruin my rep for accuracy!"

Outside the Theater

Max looked at the bow and arrow and chuckled.
"Bow and arrow, that's old school. Kid i like you already."

He stepped forward to stand next to Yeoman.

"Names ATLANTA MAX. Whats the situation?"
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[Inside the Theater]

Electricity began to arc across Volt's knuckles. He didn't seem to notice it.

"Right... so more like Hiroshima... awesome. Um, any way to track it or something?" he asked.

In reply to Atlanta Max (msg #75):

Outside the Theater

"Atlanta Max! Holy crap! I thought you were d...uh...retired."

Yeoman quickly beat his inner fanboy to death.

"Magic. Bad magic. Evil dogs, undead skeletons, and a Dark Sorcerer...or something like that."

"They took my brother. Didn't seem like he was the target though."

Outside the Theater

"Yeah my grand boy is in there. Looks like it's all calmed down now."

Max took the tooth pick out of his mouth and quickly vibrated his fingers, grinding it into sawdust.

"Let's go in and say hello."

and he headed inside.

Inside

"More like making them a 'patient X' in a viral outbreak that can go to anyone that was effected by the artist in the past. Think of how many folks are turned on my a song, and how many interviews have this or that artist cited another artist as an influence." She sighed as she picked around the stage. "And a few of them were.. powerful in other ways."

Outside

Max spots his grandson struggling out of of the crowd on his crutches. He nods but doesn't play too eager to see his grandfather having been taught the role of secrecy when granddad was in costume. Once he's sure that Max had seen him, he ducks back inside to let Max find him at his leisure.
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Inside the Theater

"Right. Um, look I'm not really up on all this magical lingo and cause-effect relationships. What can we do?" Volt asked.

Inside the Theater

The Yeoman was usually more of the "strike and fade" type but there was no way he was going to disrespect someone like Max the first time they met.

Realizing that there was nothing he could do for Alec at the moment he slung his bow, turned, and walked into the building.

The singer looks up at entrance of the two costumed heroes. Her eyes ran over Max, looking deep at him in a way that made it feel like she was looking right though his mask and under his skin at the man beneath. Then her gaze moved on to Yeoman and stayed there.

"You're not normal. You carry the weight of many men." She says simply to the bowman. "You bear the weight and fate of others on your shoulders, but you have the power to guide the way." Something in her tone and bearing changes, it's like someone else is speaking though her as she meets Yeoman's eyes. She stands and walks forward with a slight limp as she moves to put a hand out to his face.

"What path do you choose Huntsman? You're the Wheel by fate, by Blood you are the Juggler, by Action you are The Angel.." By now her eyes are black through and through and all in the room can feel the otherworldly power radiating from her. "Have you the strength to fetch me that which is mine before the Dark One chains it to his throne?"

Cyrus finds something altogether disturbing about the way this girl is talking. This sort of mumbo jumbo is supposed to be Alec's department.

"Lady I don't know what the hell your talking about. If you mean will I track down the guy who abducted my brother and shoot him the face then we can talk."

Caught off guard Yeoman automatically threw up his Carolina Roughneck act.

Max chuckled.
Lady your something else.
Internally Max thought to himself,
And that something else is Bat $#!+ crazy.

She turns to the new arrivals, the eyes looking at them pure black and the power around the singer hint towards something definitely not human. They meet Max first, and a flash of recognition fills them.

"Ah, Little Bolt.. long have you crossed my ways. You are favored in my eyes. Long have you The inhuman eyes look to Yeoman next. "And you have a hard choice ahead of you." She turns to the others, looking to each hero in turn.

"That which was taken from me must be returned. She will guide you. Bring me that which is mine. I trust you will see this through Little Bolt, they lack a wise man now.." That inhuman gaze returns to Yeoman.

"That which you seek was taken by he that took that which was mine. Hunt them down. I cannot promise that what you seek will still be with the thief, but it might yet be. As the presence finishes speaking the singer collapses to the floor and the heavy weight of.. something in the room fades. Even the theater seems brighter now.

It was clear Max went rigid. It had been nearly 50 years since someone had called him by that name. Since his the girl friend future wife Karen had "reinvented" his image. Most people never made the connection. Karen had sometimes jokingly called him little bolt but she had been dead for 10 years now and the name had all but disappeared.

Recollecting himself,
"I-I appreciate the wisdom comment but my name is Max now. If you don't mind let's stay in this millennium."

Max might have thought for a moment Knighthawk could read minds, but the fact was he was just thinking the same thing as the old ma.. Speedster. "Yep.  Bat $#!+ crazy."

"Still we should probably round up all this rock star memorabilia before the Hard Rock Cafe starts missing it."
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On it.

Max took off and began collecting memorabilia and dragging it into a pile.

The full helm of his armor hid the expression of surprise but his voice didn't. "Holly Shit!  I meant the stuff the bad guys took from here.... did you just take all that stuff from the hard rock cafe? Where ever it came from that was pretty awesome.

Max patted Nighthawk on the shoulder.
"Son, when you've been doing this as long as i have you really only have two settings: Awesome and Dead."

He held his hand out for a handshake.

"Names Atlanta Max."

Knighthawk's smile could be heard in his slightly mechanical voice. "Knighthawk.  It's good to meet you Sir."

Knighthawk shook Max's hand and thought to himself. "Two settings:  Awesome and Dead"  I'm so stealing that.  You know, If I live long enough to.
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Max shook Nighthawk's hand firmly.
Damn good to meet you Nighthawk.
He then held out his hand to The Yeoman.


(OOC:Years from now,Max's great great great great grand daughter will marry a guy named Webb and get right to work on making a starfleet captain.lol)

Yeoman shook Max's hand but he seemed distracted.

Volt watched the group quietly. He was definitely in over his head on this one. The singer's sudden "transformation" and collapse took him off-guard. He moved up to check on her, seeing as the others were occupied.

Easing her head up a bit, he checked her pulse and made sure she was breathing.

"Um, Miss Lafourche? Are you alright?"

Volt rolled 17 using 1d20+3. Medicine (Untrained).

"I'm fine..the.." She wobbled a bit as she stood, and looked a bit paler than she was used to looking. "Spirit doesn't fit.. Entity does I guess.. it's gone. I don't know why it needs you to retrieve the soul the dark one took, but it wants that soul back no matter what."

She sits down and takes a deep swallow from a still standing glass of wine and picks up the bottle near by to give the glass she'd just gulped down company. She didn't seem too eager to say anything for a while, clearly shaken.

"I knew I had the.. sight for a long time. I talked to members of the family for years as a child. But I was drawn to musicians and artists. With them and a token of their life, I could channel their skills and knowledge. What... the Creature of the Crossroads.." She shivered at the mention of the being that was just there. "wants is the acoustic guitar I was playing earlier.. It belonged to Robert Johnson..a blues man who was rumored to have sold his soul to be the greatest musician of his lifetime."

Max walked over intending to shake Volt's hand, but when he heard the girl telling a story he stopped to listen.