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Not even going to give me the benefit of a "Livin' La Vida Loca"? That makes me a sad Squatcho.

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I kind of assumed that would be a little too on the nose. Well, that and I'm a massive Ace Attorney fanboy and that game has you defending a masked wrestler from a murder charge, so that character's theme song is what I imagine playing whenever Squatcho makes a heroic entrance (both in and out of the ring).

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@Sigil Just so you know, I can no longer think of El Sasquatcho without hearing this song in my head. xD

Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War.

Cyrus grasped the orb in his bare hand, trusting Arthal and only realizing that fact a moment later. He listened to the elf speak of the temple in its heyday. Cyrus had heard a few myths and stories from second hand sources, and that was as far as his knowledge of the temple went. He spoke of fighting for the sake of balance and order. Not necessarily in the name of the Light. And that, Cyrus could agree with. Too many Keyblade Warriors pledged their blade for one side of the proverbial coin and that, as logic would dictate, served only to perpetuate the war and conflict between the two sides.

But Arthal's desire for them all to become peace-keepers and teachers to the future he seemed to envision... Cyrus stayed silent. Fighting and killing... These things had been his only skills for the last fourteen years of his life. At this point it was all Cyrus really knew, and he suspected they would have to use those skills in order to create Arthal's envisioned future. He was willing to fight to build that future, but could he ever have a place in it? It wasn't a question Cyrus could answer, at least not right now. Perhaps it would come to him as they progressed with their mission, but for now he would just fight. Cyrus also had another suspicion, they would almost certainly have enemies on all sides, and the notion of eliminating them as threats seemed inevitable. What, Cyrus wondered, would Arthal do if faced with the choice of killing an enemy or allowing them to become a threat? Cyrus wondered this with eyes closed in thought.

The Streak In Central City [OOC!]

Central City Police Department

John didn't have to wait for long, it seemed. At first it seemed like there was no way the young man who walked in could have been Barry. He looked like he could still be in college, not a full-fledged Forensic Scientist. But his identity was confirmed when one of his superiors addressed him by name, and even asked about the investigation of the very fire John was currently working on. Interesting that the police were still investigating, whereas Cynthia had told him they already declared the fire an accident. Either there was a miscommunication somewhere or someone was hiding something.

As the young forensic scientist climbed the stairs that John presumed led to his lab, he reluctantly stood and followed, though only from a safe distance. He didn't wish disturb the young man's work, and intended to make sure he wasn't too busy before speaking with him. John looked through the window of a door that led to the lab, and saw Allen staring at one could only be described as a conspiracy theory board. Newspaper clippings and photos with lines drawn about the white board to connect them in various ways. It certainly didn't look official. John shrugged, however, deciding that whatever Mr. Allen did in his spare time was his own business and knocked gently on the door before entering.

"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you... Mr. Allen isn't it?" said the Martian, recalling that handshakes were the customary greeting so he held out his hand, "John Jones, Anonymous Investigations. I'm here on behalf of Cynthia Reynolds, she owns the bar that was tragically burned down if you'll recall. She's asked me to collect whatever information I can on the official reports so she can make an insurance claim." John wasn't being completely honest, Cynthia's insurance had nothing to do with why she hired him, but Barry certainly wouldn't know that.

Kingdom Hearts: The Expanse

And Dodger is officially finished.

The Streak In Central City [OOC!]

Obsidian

Ms. Reynolds' bar, or what was left of it, lay in ruin. The fire had long been extinguished, but the damage was done. Ash and soot were all over the floor, the walls covered in cracks and scorch marks. John stepped through the nonexistent door and passed his gaze over the ruined bar. Cynthia said she'd seen something, a person in the flames. How, though? The smoke and heat alone would have suffocated them even before the fire touched them. And why were there no other witnesses? Even the Flash showed up at the incident and he apparently saw no one. Something about this was not right, and now it was John's job to figure out why. His first action was to come here, get a feel for the scene of the incident before doing anything else, the sooner the better. The nature of psychic power wasn't an exact science, but it usually functioned better when there is no potential for bias to cloud the mind, hence why John came to the bar first and foremost.

He closed his eyes, attempting to see into the history of the establishment. The exact nature and effectiveness of a Martian's psychic power varied depending on the individual, and while John was typically more skilled at reading human thoughts he figured this was worth a try. He began walk slowly around the bar, going out of his way to touch the wall, a table, or the bar counter in the hopes of sensing something worthwhile. And John lucked out, hitting the jackpot as he stopped suddenly and saw a vision. The fire was blazing, patrons were trying to escape only to be rescued by Flash. Cynthia appeared to be the last one out and she looked directly at John just before Flash pulled her out of the place. Instinctively, John turned around to see what she saw, and came face to face with a pitch oxygen mask before finding himself back in the present again.

So there was someone... and he wore a mask to survive the smoke and lack of oxygen. Perhaps it wasn't a metahuman after all, but a normal human arsonist? John thought to himself as he hurriedly left. In any case, the bar fire was no accident, and until he could find a way to prove it with evidence, than the arson would remain free and at large. John's next stop? C.C.P.D.

Central City Police Department

When he arrived, John approached the front desk. When asked what he needed, John presented his identification as a private eye, "Is there any public information available for the fire that burned down a bar called Obsidian? My client needs it for an insurance claim." when he made the request, John also let the receptionist see the contract he made with Cynthia proving that she was indeed his client and John was here on her behalf.

"You'll have to request it from the lab tech who performed the investigation. Let me see... the assigned tech was Barry Allen. His lab is right here, so if you wish to wait he'll turn up soon." she said, monotone in her voice suggesting that she was bored, probably having dealt with this sort of thing all the time. John nodded and looked for a bench to wait in. Surely this Barry Allen would turn up sooner or later.

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Keeping up with the El Camino was simpler than he thought it would be. Since the car was more or less restricted to staying on the road, all Zero actually had to do was to take every shortcut he could think of. Since his method of travel ignored the roads, he was free to cut corners and be a lot more liberal with his chosen route. All in all, he had managed to arrive at roughly the same time as the car. That being said, after he snarked to himself about garlic, Zero scanned the area and spotted Leviathan and Argonaut, and they looked like they had already engaged.

As he took a few steps forward, he heard Wildcat's voice on the comm-link and responded, "So far so good..." said Zero, balls of ice forming in each hand, "...in fact I'm just about to test out my pitching arms!" at those last words, he started chucking softball-sized chunks of ice at the flying creature, but with a bit of a twist. The hunks of ice actually expanded into spike balls mid-flight. There was no telling how tough the mutant's skin was, but maybe, just maybe, these projectiles could knock the thing out of balance or something, force it into a crash landing perhaps.

In Zero's mind, taking on this beast was nothing compared to staring down Mr. Freeze, and that fact showed in his current confidence.

Kingdom Hearts: The Expanse

The Streak In Central City [OOC!]

@CallMeChaotix Uh... what's a good bar name? I know her comic book alias is Gypsy but calling the bar that would feel a bit too on the nose, I think.