Kurt
He stood about twenty feet above the park, invisible. The best part, in Kurt's opinion, about his powers was that he was able to fly whenever he wanted without being seen. He knew there were other flyers out there, but they were more restricted than he.
Below him, he could see a young man sitting on one of the park benches, eyeing passers-by with the same look Kurt knew he himself got when looking for a mark. He allowed himself to drop down, settling without a sound onto the bench, sitting on the top of it, still invisible.
Relinquishing his invisibility, Kurt felt the air shimmer around him as his body filled the apparently empty space where he'd been sitting. The boy still didn't notice him, still watched the public, and their pockets. He cleared his throat, "You really don't want to try, here, buddy. They're all on their guard, this place is popular for pickpockets."
