@captrobertcross
Hadn’t been walking around looking for trouble today. He’d been running around counting water towers and how many billboards had holes in them. It was most interesting to find rooftops with moldy tops because of the water towers not being air tight. While he was purposefully stepping on the wet spot to make a hole in the roof that he felt something. A rock of power, shielded but still prominent. Who the hell is that?
Moving to the edge of the roof top, lazily shaking off his spiked, skull covered boot behind him. Off Mold, shoo. Done playing with you. Ah ha. There they are. An effortless jump to the next roof to follow the man moving through the crowds of people. Doesn’t look any different than the others but nothing is going to hide that strength. There’s will there, otherness, and something familiar. Virus? Viral kin.
More shadowing, sometimes literally travelling in darkness, for a few minutes until the man gets away from the busier streets. He slides over the edge, his coat is unzipped giving him more of a grunge, goth loser look instead of a kink promoter. Wow. The guy is huge. That’s cool. What’s with the hiding? Dangerous. “Hey down there.”
