William
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*Kurt was out on one of his ad-hoc 'patrols' again. He'd seen some success recently, scaring the daylights out of small-time troublemakers and keeping the alleyways safer. The other night, he'd even gotten a sandwich in thanks for saving a store from being robbed. The sight of his Breaker form under those harsh flourescent bulbs definitely freaked out both the assailant and the shopkeeper, so who knows if the sandwich was a token of gratitude or an offering of peace.*

*It didn't matter too much to him, anyway: the shop wasn't robbed, and he got a sandwich for his trouble.*

*He clung to the shadows, darting from alleyway to alleyway, keeping an eye out for trouble as he wore the most inconpicuous clothing he could muster: a black faux-leather jacket, a flat cap pulled low over his eyes, and faded jeans. He kept looking, watching for any sign of trouble: be it Cape-caused, or caused by normal people, Creepy-Crawly would be there to make the night a little safer for everyone else.*
Georgia
It was about then, as Creepy-Crawly was striding through the alleys, the network of drug infested, trash-lined, piss stained paths, that he saw a police cruiser fly about thirty feet into the air, with it's sirens blaring, land onto a near by roof. Other sirens could be hear going off in the adjoining street.

There she was, a Princess donned in Purple. It wasn't just her costume either, the entire body was pulsing with a purple aura as she wandered the streets of the slums, ripping up the road and throwing chunks of it at the oncoming NLPD cruisers. Tires blew out on one vehicle, while another flipped on it's side. The police, successfully frightened, climbed out of their vehicles and turn tail. They were Parahuman Containment Officers who could handle, this was out of their pay grade. Well most officers ran...

One fired his service pistol at Poppet.

Her head snapped in an instant towards his direction, the bullet having just chipped the paint on her face before it bounced off. "_Ohohoo! We have a challenger it seems! Sorry sweetie, but no one can match the power of the crown!_" A hand lifted from side was pointed towards the officer, and her arm was overflowing with that purple energy, coalescing into a point in her hand. She was going to fire a blast at him.
William
*'Shit!' Kurt thinks, stepping back into the alleyway as the police cruiser goes sailing by. He goes through the alleys, following the sounds of sirens, before finally getting a look at the Princess. Tearing up the road, hurting people, and causing an all around mess? Unacceptable behavior, to the Rogue.*

*The gunshot draws his attention, and he looks wide-eyed at the brave cop. 'Brave, but stupid,' he thinks. The Princess' words infuriate Kurt: grandstanding and reckless damage to the world around them were two things he couldn't stand about Capes.*

*Kurt roars out of the shadows in Breaker form, catapulting towards the officer. If he can reach him in time, he'll scoop him up and deposit the officer on the sidelines.*

*Either way, the secondary power of Creepy-Crawly's power comes into effect: as long as those wings are beating, the Princess gets a terrible migraine, making it both hard to focus on the giant bug man who just came from nowhere, and anything else, frankly.*
Georgia
The officer is zipped away as Poppet fires off a blast of purple kinetic energy, tagging one of the cruisers behind him, putting just a small dent in it. Under affect of Crawly's own power, he finally takes the hint and bolts from the scene, wanting to thank his savior, but feeling too much pressure to get out. Capes were about to fight.

"_Grrr... Who dares disturb royal playtime! Now all the little piggies have run off! Show thine self!_" Her sing songy, posh voice echoed in the street as she swung her head around and kept guard through the pounding headache. Eventually, she gripped at her head and _screamed_ "_AAAAAAAAHH- QUIT THIS INCESANT POWER OF YOURS, IT WILL N O T STOP ME!_"

Princess poppet shot up into the air with fury in her growl, her energy pooling in her head. Her jaw opened and she spat out a volley of projectiles, these doing far more damage than the one she'd had aimed at the officer. It ripped up pavement, blew apart mailboxes, and punched holes through cars. The worst part was she couldn't focus her attacks with this migraine, she was firing wildly.
William
"Get any civilians out of here." *He says to the officer, before he darts off. Turning around, he puts his hands on his hips and keeps on beating his wings, the effect only getting worse the more that Princess thinks of him as a threat. Shaking his head at the sing-song affectation of the Princess, he keeps to the ground, keeping his wings fluttering as he moves erratically around his opponent.*

"Stop fucking tearing up this city and I'll turn it off. Also, knock off the annoying ass 'royal playtime' shit. We're both fucking adults here."

*To onlookers, a giant bug giving all of them a psychic headache while a woman shot purple energy into everything and lecturing her the whole time was certainly not a usual Cape fight. Eventually, Kurt sighs and starts walking closer to the Princess, figuring that the property damage alone was enough to justify de-esclating on his own.* "Hey, hey! If you relax and stop firing random shit in the air, the headache will go away!"
Georgia
She was beginning to slow down as she spoke, the denizens of the slums watching from cover, in their homes, behind fixtures in their fairs, from inside their shops. The blasting eventually came to a stop as Princess Poppet slowly came back to the ground, a hand still clinging to her head in pain. True to his word, it lessened where before it was getting worse, but it still didn't quite go away.

She was finally able to get a lock on him, and though at first there was a sharp up tick in the migraine, it cooled off. She took steps away from him before speaking up. "_Why do you have to kill the vibe like that? 'We're both adults'? No shit! The whole point's to have some fun and no one gets too hurt! But I can't focus when you force some kind of thinker headache on me! I could have really hurt someone there!_"

She was pissed, but her words didn't quite make any sense when compared to her actions just a moment ago. One.. Other thing, was clear about her now. She wasn't human. Or at least, what was in front of him, wasn't.
William
*True to his word, Kurt let's his wings go still, and he just walks up to the doll, bending down to inspect it. He likely towered over the construct, and he grazes a chitinous talon over where the officer's bullet grazed her. He was a very tall, very annoyed bug man, but he wasn't about to start something when she was starting to cooperate.*

*His compound eyes flash with rage and his inhuman maw twists into a scowl as he pokes the doll's chest with a finger.*

"Get your head out of your ass! Your 'vibe' and idea of 'fun' was sending cars flying through the air, and shooting at cops! If I wasn't there, what would you have done? Huh? Shot that cop? Don't start shit and then get mad when there's consequences."

*His expression then turns to shocked offense as the Princess' last accusation stings him.* "Oh, so it's ***My*** Fault that you were blasting at cars and the sidewalk? You fucking Capes... Always the fucking same. Start something you can't control and then blame it on something you can't control." *He says, his slightly accented voice filled with nothing but a stinging, almost venomous bitterness. This was deeper than mere cynicism: there was genuine hurt behind his words.*
Georgia
Energy surged through her as she quickly lifted her hand to his chest and blew a blast off quick.

It'd feel like a sucker punch, atleast to anyone without his strength. It him It probably wasn't even that bad. Certainly not strong enough to punch through metal. 

"_thats what was gonna happen! And you wanna talk about not having control? I have perfect control when I can focus! Clearly you don't consider how your power affects people or their mental state! Do you barge into every situation by making the bad guy go crazy?! Do you know how dangerous that is?! Imagine if you were fighting someone serious and they flip the switch on some bombs out of pain and confusion! What would you have done then?!_"

She attempted to bat away his 'hand' and flew up to meet him face to face. " _and yeah, this IS my fun. I don't send people six feet under, I don't try to destroy the lives of people who can't recover from the damage on more than just a physical level! I fight heros! So don't kill the vibe! Just. Square. UP_"

She brought her hands up, balled into fists, her body coursing with that purple energy
William
*Creepy-Crawly steps back, a shocked expression on his face. The punch hurt, even through his chitin, but it left no mark. As Princess Poppet flew up to meet his face, the more monstrous his appearance became. It also became much, much harder for Princess to keep her eyes on him, with almost every little stimulus around them being, suddenly, more interesting and worthy of attention than the giant bug man.*

"I don't fight serious people, kid: I fight Capes and dumbass street thugs. Serious people do good work where people can't see them. Serious people don't play dress up and destroy blocks for shits and giggles. And another thing..." 

*He buzzes his wings, inflicting a momentary pang of migraine on the Princess before opening his maw wide, a long, serpentine tongue flicking out like a whip.* "I'm not a fucking hero. I'm also not a fucking villain. Heroes and villains are for children; my childhood was lost because of 'heroes', and we're all here because a 'hero' annihilated us. You think I'm killing the vibe? Good! I hope the fuck I am. There ought to be someone with some goddamn sense in this town."

*He looks down at her balled up fists, then back up at the Princess.* "If you keep on your current track, you won't be able to think straight and you'll be put in timeout."
Georgia
There was some truth to that last bit. She'd already lost control once, and damaged innocent people's property and modes of transportation, in an area of the city where they might not recover. Much as she wanted to blame him for that, she was still the one who did the damage. If she fought him again, here and now...

She stood in the air puting her hands to her hips in a more relaxed manner as she threw up her head indignantly and huffed. "_Hmph! What good is there in royalty squashing a bug anyways, you are beneath me! You're not even entertaining!_"

She flaunted her hair as she taunted him, but after that, she got in close, not quite looking at him, but not as if he could tell with those bangs covering her eyes.

"_For the record. I'm not taking you here because it would do too much damage to those not involved, and they'res no fun to be had with someone who won't play the game. But, if you cross me again, and take the spotlight from a hero that could have really given me a good time? I'll drag you out to the outskirts and I'll take you out_."

Her words were cold, whispered just below a breath, and as she began to float up and away, she left him with just a few more. "_You win this time! Bugbrain! But pray you don't run into her majesty, princess poppet, again!_"

And just like that, she turn tail and flew off, stuck in her own delusions. Those around, waiting in their homes came out. Officers that were hiding were coming forward to assess the damage. They didn't know if they should cheer, looking, how ever much they could, at their nine foot tall 'hero of the slums.

A curious one was struggling, but kept her eyes on him. Annabelle. She turn back into her home soon after, with the most 'i told you so' smirk on her face.
William
*Creepy-Crawly's mouth twists into a snarl again, and he's ready to raise a chitinous fist when the Princess comes closer, whispering at him.*

*He doesn't back down, and when she threatens him, all he can do is spit back* "That's if you see me coming."

*He watches as she flies away, hands on hips, looking very much like an exasperated adult in a world full of children. 'Oh no, whatever will I do?' He sarcastically whispers under his breath.*

*He looks around at the damage, pinching where the bridge of his nose would be. An absolute mess; it'd take weeks for the little things to get cleaned up, and that was before the street which, in this part of town, could take months or even years to get fixed.*

*He buzzes over to the officer he saved, touching down on top of his squad car and squatting, going about eye level with him.* "Next time, focus on saving civilians instead of being a hero. We've got enough problems with them already, and there's not enough people who think about the little people in these things."

*He shrugs, standing up and brushing himself off.* "Just a thought." *Before leaping into the air and flying off, buzzing away in the opposite direction. He'd not notice Annabelle as an onlooker to his rather disappointing clash with Princess Poppet, but he would likely notice that his time of living in total obscurity was likely over. The cops knew what he looked like now, even if it was just what their brains could piece together from his power. Time to keep to the shadows even stricter.*