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Danny flashed a smirk, not unlike Black Cat's, at the mention of Blaze. "Johnny Blaze. He WAS the Ghost Rider. Him and I are related distantly, and when he made the deal with Lucifer, the Curse of the Ghost Rider became a family curse, in a way. The demon responsible for Johnny's being the Ghost Rider left him, chasing a sworn enemy of its own. However, there must be a Ghost Rider. The curse passed itself to me. A new Spirit this time, a much more agreeable one if what Johnny told me of his is accurate, but with the same result. Now that he's free of the Curse, Johnny Blaze is happily married. As for me, well, I'm sure you get the idea..." Danny's voice trailed off in a slight hint of depression; he didn't really like talking about the Curse, but the more he said now, the less he'd have to say later.

Danny noted the expression, thinking that it was nice, telling someone about it who wasn't scared out of their mind over the thought of Ghost Rider. He said, "Well, I can change at will by touching the spark plug on my bike. I don't NEED to touch the spark plug to change, but changing without it requires more effort. Also, if innocent blood is spilled and I see it happen, I change automatically, whether I want to or not. The Spirit and I are separate entities. Anything I do, he doesn't know about, and vice versa. We can communicate by leaving each other notes, as you saw when you were kind enough to let me borrow your lipstick. Occasionally, if it exerts enough power, the Spirit can communicate via thoughts with me. It doesn't do that often, though. Usually only when something is happening that he knows about, but I'm the ideal candidate to do it. Anything else, Cat?"

[enter Rorschach from New York City]

Rorschach had lost the web man some blocks back. Fortunately, the web man had left behind the webs that he travelled on. Very useful. Also very worrying. How many people in this not-New York had Osterman-like powers? Or Nite Owl-like technology? Moloch-like cunning? Unfamiliar territory filled with unfamiliar players. Very dangerous. The trail ended just in front of a building. Looked like an office building. Very plain. Very unassuming. Don't trust it. Still, there were questions that needed answering. Rorschach walked up to the door, and knocked softly. Best not to be too intrusive, instead act like a respectable guest. For now. Until the guns are drawn and the fists are balled.

Danny followed her back to the sitting room, and placed himself just in front of her, in case whoever was there wasn't friendly.

Rorschach looked over the shoulder of the man who answered and spotted the man whom he sought. Man in web costume. "Evening," Rorschach said, his voice a monotone growl. "I am here for information. Man in web suit. I have questions for him. He was present when monster was swallowed by hole in space. Travelled by web. Travelled here. See him in chair. Must have word with him."

"So long as I get information, you have my word," Rorschach replied. He meant to keep it, too. Man is only good as his word. Without his word, man is worthless. Good men lived by this rule. Honest men, like his father, or President Truman. Decent men, who believed in an honest day's pay for an honest day's work. The scum, and the filth that they lived in, were worthless, a cesspool that needed purging. And when the maggots and larvae in the cesspool look up and beg for mercy, he'll look down upon them, and reply, 'No mercy...'

Rorschach entered, and immediately looked around. A man in a leather jacket. A woman dressed like a hooker. The web man, called 'Spider' by the hooker. The man the hooker called 'Wong'. Possible vice club, like Moloch used to run? Must remember to investigate further. Rorschach decided to take advantage of the multiple people present. He would ask everyone. He walked to the middle of the sitting room, looking around at the various people from behind his ever-changing face, and began. "Greetings. Name is Rorschach. Need information. Questions that require answering. Who are you?" He looked at Spider-Man, but meant everyone.

Danny simply glared. He didn't trust this 'Rorschach.'

"Huhn..." The hooker, Black Cat, replied first, and for everyone there. If it was a vice club, she was ringleader. Not unusual. Twilight Lady had done the same thing. He looked at Daniel. Looked like a bike gangbanger. The others looked like costumed adventurers, like himself. Daniel seemed to stand apart from the others. Some sort of stigma? Or just not one of them? Unimportant. Questions. "I want to know what happened with monster and Superman look-alike. And man in red cape and goatee. And how Spider-Man fits in it all." He asked this of Black Cat, as she appeared to be the only one talking.

Rorschach made a slight face under his face, too slight to be detected by the others. Superhero? They weren't called superheroes. Vigilantes, masked adventurers, costumed adventurers, but never superheroes, except for Dr. Manhattan. All the rest were people dressed in costumes. Even himself. And a Sorcerer Supreme? "Where does this Dr. Strange get his sorcery from?"