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Peter Parker	New York by night. It can be a magical place, the city lit up brightly. And certainly, given his perchant for swinging high overhead tends to give one a slightly different look at the city. Something a little more removed. A birds eye view that might miss some of the less enticing prospects that the city can also boast. Though in fairness Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, tends to find himself poking his nose into plenty of those. Rarely with an invitation either. So very rude really, when you get down to it. You would have thought his sainted aunt might have raised him better. Tonight isn't really any different in that particular respect. While not precisely warm or pleasant, the weather has definitely started to warm up. Certainly the wall-crawler won't miss perching amongst the snow when he takes to the rooftops. But it is a good night for swing about. Or in this case perching. Not on one of his customary ledges admittedly. No, instead he is up a tree. Literally. Central Park is not exactly the haven for crime that it was decades earlier. You don't necessarily take your life in your hands by wandering into it after the sun goes down. But that doesn't mean it is completely devoid of illicit activity either. And in this particular case the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is perched, watching a small group of dealers below as they proceed with their transaction under the cover of night. But not without watchful eyes upon them. It's pretty safe to bet that this is not going to end well for them.
Kurt Wagner	Of course it is not just Spider-Man and the local dealers that happen to be frequenting the dark environs of Central Park on this particular evening. They will certainly have company. These are not exactly Kurt's usual stomping grounds, given how he spends much of his time in upstate New York, in Westchester County. Certainly teaching at the Xavier School keeps him rather preoccupied. But when one is a teleporter and can get around with relative ease, well, it certainly makes a considerable difference in where one might be found. So Kurt Wagner, the Incredible Nightcrawler, happened to find himself in New York, investigating all the many things that one can get up to out there when he stumbled across one of the dealers who is now gathered in the nearby clearing. It wasn't exactly difficult to trail him without being noticed -- again, the teleporting and the fact that he almost perfectly blends into the shadows makes that pretty much a given. So like Spider-Man, Kurt finds himself perched on a branch that is only beginning to flower with greenery once more, on the opposite side of the clearing, gleaming yellow eyes watching the proceedings below, just waiting for the perfect time to act.
Peter Parker	As a general rule, Spidey is really rather perceptive and aware of his surroundings. It admittedly helps a great deal that he has a preternatural sense that tends to warn him of anything out of the usual, particularly when it might effect his safety, but even beyond his Spider-Sense he has developed fairly good observational skills. Afterall, he's been at this awhile and hasn't ended up dead despite the number of people that have tried. That exhibits at least a degree of professionalism, if nothing else. But Nightcrawler really blends in with those shadows. He's not going to beat himself up about failing to notice him there. Instead his focus remains very much on the gathering below, particularly as it starts to break up. Tensing on his perch above, Pete suddenly launches himself into the air, doing a backflip in the air and plummetting down to land in a crouch in the center of the clearing. "Going somehwere guys? The evening is still early and it's just the perfect sort of weather for a thorough ass kicking, you know," the arachnid-themed masked man quips.
Kurt Wagner	As the meet and greet between the drug dealing scumbags below gets ready to break up, Kurt prepares to make his own move. While he hadn't exactly intended to go looking for trouble when he popped into the city tonight, he isn't one to shy away either. And since it's right here in front of him, it seems like he really should do something about the situation, right? Before he can however the familiar figure of Spider-Man is launching himself out of the trees across the clearing, landing in the circle of the departing criminals. A brief grin flickers over his expression and while he might have intended to do something rather similiar, he pauses for a moment, plans swiftly changing. Instead of making his own presence known immediately, Kurt creeps along the branch where he perches, overhanging the crowd below that whirls on Spidey, apparently willing to give him the fight he's looking for. His tail snakes down, the prehensile appendage striking suddenly, unexpectedly and wrapping around the neck of one of the drug dealers. It cuts off any outcry the man might make, tightening, and then rather casually using that leverage to pluck him from the ground and hurl him aside, back into the underbrush beyond the treeline.
Peter Parker	While Pete might have plenty to keep him occupied, to keep him distracted given that he is surrounded by a small horde of drug dealers -- by his own choice admittedly -- he doesn't miss that tail slipping out of the tail and rather casually catching and flinging one of those same dealers back in amongst the trees. Unexpected, but he's not exactly going to turn down a helping hand. Or a tail as the case may be. He's not really choosey. And besides, how can he deny anyone the opportunity to toss around a few baddies? They definitely deserve it. Fortunately those same baddies don't seem to have noticed yet that their numbers are slowly being picked off, their own attention very much captured by Spider-Man's flashy entrance. Whirling on him and drawing weapons -- most of which are directed his way though a few are aimmed at their fellow criminals. "Kill 'em!" one of them barks out. "You barely know me! Wait until you do and you'll really have it in for me," Spidey counters, again hurling himself into the air as the first of those guns go off, a spray of bullets directed to where he was standing just seconds earlier. But he's no longer there. A webline flashes out from one gloved hand and the swinging arachnid crashes into the first of the shooters feet first, hurling the man backwards to crash solidly into the trunk of the tree there, breath audibly leaving his body as he crumples to the ground. "Ooooooh, so close. Maybe next time!"
Kurt Wagner	The situation might be serious enough, and certainly anyone that would prey on a community like these men would deserves what's coming to them. Still, it's hard for Kurt to keep the grin from his features. It's always nice to find someone else that doesn't feel the need to treat everything like a life and death struggle. That doesn't mind fighting with a little bit of style and panache. So the fuzzy blue elf continues to creep amongst the tree branches above, making use of the high ground to strike unseen, grabbing hold of some of those outliers on the edge of the clearing, that clever tail wrapping around them, tossing them aside casually before they have a chance to call out and disposing off them back into the undergrowth amidst the trees. Thinning those numbers amongst the perphiery, Kurt finally teleports with that customary *bamf*, vanishing and emerging from a cloud of inky black mist right in the middle of the fray. "Guten tag," he says casually, nimbly leaping up onto the shoulders of the surprised man in front of him, letting himself pitch forward as that tail coils around the man, sending him crashing away as well even as Nightcrawler rolls back up to his feet with a flourish.
Peter Parker	The sudden emergence of Nightcrawler from the trees above does not do a great deal to reassure any of the criminally connected here amongst the trees of Central Park, and even the ones who aren't being trussed up with that tail and hurled about instinctively recoil back in surprise and fear despite the oh so pleasant greeting offered. Criminals these days. No manners. Spidey isn't exactly going to let an opportunity like that pass him by. A distraction is a distraction afterall, and he is more then willing to make use of this one to try and wrap things up in a fairly expeditious manner. "See? You fight me and you never know what surprises are going to come out of the woodwork. Or just the woods in this particular case," he says with a certain amount of exhuberance. Even as he natters at the gun-wielding opposition in his usual distracting fashion, those hands are already coming up once more, fingers depressing the trigger in the middle of his palm to unlease another spray of webbing, this one seeking out the legs of one of the dealers who appears to be the closest to recovering from Kurt's well-timed surprise. Those lines fly out with a *thwip*, finding purchase there and a quick jerk sends the man not only tumbling down, but pulling him across the ground to sweep the legs out from a pair of other threats, also leaving them tumbling hard to the ground below. "Three for one! It's like bowling for scumbags and everyone is a winner! Except the scumbags. I guess."
Kurt Wagner	It makes for a nice change. Too often in his particular world the stakes can seem so very high. And while that rarely is enough to dampen KUrt's near indeflatable spirits, it's still nice every once in a while not to have to worry about the stakes. To know that matters are well in hand and that the opposition just doesn't have a hope of prevailing. Easy victories for the win. "Ah, yes, bowling. I believe I know of that activity," that darting indigo shadow conceeds. As one of the gunmen finally manages to draw a bead on the agile elf, he suddenly *bamfs* again before he can actually fire, reemerging an instant later across the clearing, behind the man where he catches him by the arm and using a little leverage, sends him tumbling to smash into another of his fellows, the pair of them left sprawled against the trunk of a tree. "They do make a most satisfying *thunk* I find."
Peter Parker	This is quickly turning into a rout. Spider-Man was faily confident that he could handle this lot on his own. So when he gets a helping hand? Fuggetboutit. At this point any real opposition has pretty much dried up. Or more accurately, turned tail and fled, trying to make it to the thicker trees. As if that will somehow help them get away. But Spider-Man is willing to give them an 'A' for effort. Or at least appreciate the fact that they have made it way easier to web them up. No longer having to worry about anticipating and dodging gunfire, Spidey is pretty much free to put that webbing to use, seeking out the fleeing thugs and letting bursts of his webbing fly, freequently sending the fleeing dealers tumbling over, stuck to one of those nearby trees as they futilely squirm against the binding strands. And where he can't manage that? Well, it is enough to truss up their legs, tripping them up and sending them falling to the ground where another quick burst of webbing leaves them pinned and unable to bring their guns to bear. In moments it is pretty much over. "See? You should have just given up. Crime doesn't pay," Pete asserts from behind that mask. "Unless you're into being tied up and if so I don't want to know. Don't make this weird man. I already run around dressed up as a spider. I can't deal with a whole lot more weirdness in my life."
Kurt Wagner	Short but satisfying. While not exactly a high adventure or anything of the like, there is still an undeniable sense of satisfaction at a job well done. If nothing else this is a dozen or so drug dealers who will be off the street. At least for a little while. And while that might only make a small dent in the drug problem, it's a start. A productive use of an evening in the city. "Well, that was handled most expeidtiously, my friend. They fell down in most enjoyable fashion," Kurt chimes in with a toothy grin. Glancing around, it is apparent that those that are not unconscious certainly aren't going anywhere, between the webbing and the groans that come from them. Guns lay strewn about the clearing, as do backpacks and briefcases that no doubt hold more then enough product to insure convictions for trafficking. Definitely a good night's work.
Peter Parker	It's times like this that Spidey could really use a guy in the chair. There is the annoying little issue of notifying the authorities now. He could call 911, but he can't exactly afford burner phones or the like. And there's way too many of them strewn about the clearing and the trees to gather them all up and carry them to the nearest precinct. Not to mention that it will be a few hours until his webbing dissolves. What's a poor spider to do? "I can alert the police on the way out. There should be a patrol somewhere along the paths if we head towards the east gate," Pete muses idly. "Oooooh, east gate. There's a hotdog car there. Great dogs. It's late but he's probably still hanging around," he enthuses, tossing out a webline and ascending up into the trees before glancing back towards the fuzzy blue elf. "You coming?"
Kurt Wagner	Who is Kurt to turn down an invitation like that? Casting a bemused glance towards the wall-crawler, the fuzzy blue elf gives a shrug of his shoulders before suddenly vanishing from where he stands, an inky cloud of brimstone briefly left in his wake before he remerges on a tree bought about twenty-five feet further wards the edge of the woods and the gate in question. "I could eat. Trashing a bunch of bad guys does seem cause to cheat a little. Who am I to turn down a hotdog?" he asks rhetrocially. And then he is scampering across the branches ahead, moving with an easy agility amongst all those precarious perches.