Peter
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*It was cold tonight, reflecting the change in weather. Kurt Yazovitch, known by the denizens of the slums as 'the Bug-Man', but by himself and the confidants of his choosing as 'Creepy-Crawly'...A name he still should work on one of these nights, but doesn't bother with.* 

*He is bundled in a heavy winter coat, but he darts into the shadows, emerging as Creepy-Crawly in his Breaker form. Its too cold to fly, so the giant locust-human hybrid jumps up to low roofs, scurries through the shadows of alleyways, and generally skulks where he thinks no one is looking.*

*He's had a string of incidents that got him some attention. To most Capes, these sorts of things would be positives, not negatives. However, to Kurt,* ***All*** *Attention is bad, seen by the cynical ex-Muscovite as playing into a rotten system of cops and robbers, except the children are given nuclear weapons and fan clubs and merchandising.*

*Even thinking about it made Kurt sick, but he was trying to keep a low profile, to intervene only when he felt he had to. He was making such an attempt tonight... But, as a giant bug-man, he was bound to attract more attention at some point.*
Dale
A large figure draped in a black cloth moved with an uncanny grace, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the scent of the night.


The figure, the size of a mini-van, glided through the alley without hindrance. The mukyople eye-shaped holes in the cloth hinted at numerous gazes looking out from underneath. A hockey mask barely obscured the creature's face.

The masked figure destination was a homeless camp beneath the overpass, its intention unclear but it was clear that it was looking for something.
Peter
*Kurt tailed the figure for some time, keeping to the shadows and keeping track of where its going. The homeless encampment below the overpass was a frequent target for gang members and unscrupulous dealers looking to prey on those who didn't have it in them to fight back anymore. The thought that this figure may just be one of those types of monsters sickens the reluctant Cape, but he decides to mess with the figure before jumping in to confront him.*

*He lets his wings subtly drone, in short bursts. He always stays in the shadows, but its clear to the figure that something is behind him And that something is giving him the worst headache of his life...*
Dale
The figure paused in its tracks, its body rattling in agitation with the painful sensation. The creature found itself not being able to look in the direction of the monster attacking it despite its numerous eyes. 

Oh, it knew where the bug man was without a doubt. It could smell and track its odor with little difficulty but its eyes couldn't pinpoint their location. 

**"Come out here or I'll look for you."** The figure bellowed, not in one voice but many voices that blasted in cohesion and coordination. Human voices but a portion sounded animalistic, like a feral grunt. **"I have your scent, so quit the games."**
Peter
"You've got scent, you freaky fuck, but not sight."

*A voice says in the dark, a hint of an Eastern European accent on his tongue.* 

"Believe me: unless you've got flight, I can stay as far away as I want. Tell me: what are you doing skulking around here?"

*Kurt positions himself in the shadows, legs primed for a jump into the air should the need arise. His chitin would protect him from much, but he was still vulnerable.*