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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