communication difficulties

who: q and seven (possibly evan)
where: downtown
when: evening

Somebody lied. Why any supernatural anything would reside in the a boring ass place was beyond him. Maybe that vamp was just trying to drive him out the Bayou. Well, Q set a goal for himself. If he didn't catch anything in a month, he'd head back. He'd just settled in the Venture Motel that morning, not really caring about where he might live over this month. But he did need to stock up on supplies. He asked the owner for directions and decided to walk to the nearest corner store. He came in his navigator, but right now that just sat comfortably in the parking lot. He was hoping something would just jump out at him while he walked. A "Nevermore: Books and Sundries" caught his attention in the distance. Now, a normal hick town wouldn't have an odd place like that. It was a good sign. He headed in that direction to check it out.

Out from the side of a building ran a woman, who was crying hysterically, holding one arm close to her body. Blood was visible on her arm, her face, a few other places as she dashed across the street without even looking and she disappeared into a house there. From the direction she'd come, there came a nasty yowl of a hiss, and some scrabbling sounds.

Well ok. Seems someone was looking out for Q's best interests. A bloodied woman screaming across the street was definitely a good sign. Q wasn't concerned whether she was ok, but since she was already bleeding, he could've used her. He slowed his walk to a creep and slid his hand inside his jacket. Just a semi-automatic pistol on his person, but if whatever he came across was crazy enough, he had his swiss knife also for 'other options'. Hissing was coming from behind a dark building. Q pressed his back against it and slid around until the mystery came into view. "What the fuck....?"

Seven had been around, watching the cat-things. She could tell they weren't normal cats. She'd seen them around town, and they didn't behave like normal cats. They attacked people sometimes. She'd been shadowing one of them, and it had jumped some lady. When it had gotten to her (it had been too fast for her to get beforehand), she'd pounced too. Which left her in a fight with a cat-thing. Just as Q was rounding the corner, she managed to grab it with one hand, slam it down to the ground and the bonesaw she carried was buried through it's neck seconds later, the head lopping off at an odd angle. Looking up at the newcomer, her red eyes clear, she stilled, waiting to see if she was going to be attacked.

A bonesaw popped into Q's line of sight and immediately he pulled his gun, not aiming but holding it down. It looked like this...female? was boxing with a cat. Q could definitely say he'd never seen anything like this before. The girl was definitely not normal. Q observed her as she fought. Unnatural reflexes, definitely more strength an average girl (that damn cat's head just popped off with one strike!), and there was something...feral-like about her. And there was the bonesaw. Q was distracted for a moment, watching the cat's head roll in disbelief, but when he looked back at her, she was looking at him. He stayed very still, keeping his gun aimed low, but edging closer for a better look. "Damn, was you hungry or somethin'?" He muttered. Maybe that woman had been the meal of choice, but she got away. So the poor cat had to suffer. In his mind, he was still analyzing what she could be. A were-something or demon were what he narrowed it down to.

She tensed when he moved, and she brought the saw up to point at him, eyes narrowing at him. She didn't say anything, in fact, it didn't even really look like she'd taken in what he said to her. With her free hand, she was digging into the stump of the neck of the not-a-cat, and she slicked her fingers with blood. Never letting her gaze waver from Q, she slowly streaked lines of blood up her arm, then marked three lines n her neck.

Oh the irony. This looked very much like the startings of a voodoo ritual, but Q decided that couldn't be it. This bitch was just crazy. "Now see, don't point that shit at me unless you wanna start something." He had to mouth off, but he realized she didn't seem to register his words. He was just a distraction in her 'crazy time'. The whole smearing cats blood on herself would normally wierd Q out if he hadn't seen his grandmas and aunts do it on numerous occasions. Just not with cats usually. "I'm here to take care of fucked-up creatures that cause humans problems. I see you..doin' whatever with that cat, but I hope you didn't just try to eat that woman. Then we'd have some problems." He hesitated, stepping a bit closer. "Can I get a grunt or something?"

The second he stepped closer, she was darting off. She actually was up a tree as fast as she could be, and she stared down at him. "Back." she said, sounding wary and commanding at the same time. No, she wasn't fond of him getting closer, that was for damn sure.

So she spoke english. But that was lost to Q as he watched her skid up a tree like a squirrel. He had to laugh. Then he looked up at her again and had to laugh some more. There was definitely something wild about this girl and it was proving to be very amusing. He had gotten close enough to get a good look at her now, and briefly wondered why any powers that be would endow her with such a nice ass when it wouldn't be put to good use. What a waste. If she was a lycanthrope, why was she even trying to be in human form. It wasn't helping her image. If she was a demon, well, that was always a bad thing. "What? I don't look tasty enough for you? Just try me, look at me, I probably taste like chocolate..." Her behavior indicated that maybe she didn't try to eat that woman, but what else could've happened to her? Q taunted Seven just the same. "Would you come down for...a scooby snack?"

She leveled a Look at him, unamused. She might not have gotten everything he'd said to her, but she could tell the tone. She took a rock from her pocket and chucked it at him for good measure. "Back back no bad back yes thank you please." she said to him. Well, nonsense though it was, she said it with feeling!

"Hey whoa! That's not cool!" Q ducked and dashed to the side, holding his hands over his head. Had to protect the face first. When he was sure he was out of her range, he glared and fired a warning shot in the air. "At least you know 'please' and 'thank you', but I better be gettin' an I'm sorry next. Sorry for my bad aim, sorry for trying to hurt the pretty, sorry for being crazy enough to walk around with rocks in my pocket...." He mocked her. Her bad english sounded like she was trying really hard, Q was almost feeling sorry for her, almost. Maybe he should let her alone....he had a month still to go anyway.

But this was still amusing. Already worth the trip to Michigan.

She darted farther into the cover of the leaves on the tree when he fired a shot. This? Was because Seven wasn't stupid. Loudsound Bangthings brought other people running to find out what the hell had just happened, and she didn't want to be caught. So she watched from where she was, stilling completely as she gazed out at the man--who she really wanted to throw another rock at. And hell--she did. She aimed for his head.

All feelings of sympathy went away when another rock came hurling at his head. "Motherfuckin-!!!!" He managed to dodge only enough to get a nice large scrape on the side of his face. He staggered towards the ground and clutched at his head, swearing repeatedly. Not smart. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the dark building's window's suddenly light up. He didn't know how it was in Michigan, but in Louisianna, a black man getting caught with a gun at night wasn't very wise. And if they discovered he was shooting at the girl in the tree, crazy or not, it would be a done deal. He hastily stuck the gun back in his jacket, watching out for more rocks. "I got yo' ass, Scoobs. Don't ever let me catch you alone again..." Scoobs was her official nickname. He'd write it on his list. Meanwhile, voices were now coming from the building, so Q dipped. That hadn't gone as plan and now Q was perturbed. He skipped Nevermore and went straight for Flanigan's Bar next door. He'd drink away this memory, he didn't need it.

Evan had been tracking Seven for most of the day. She'd done another one of her disappearing tricks and though he was often of a mind to let her go, he knew he needed to polish his tracking skills. And there was nothing more challenging that tracking Molly. Which was the reason he hadn't found her. He'd been getting close, he knew, when he found the beheaded cat in the alleyway. That was Seven all over. He'd been starting to look at the prints around it when he'd heard the shot - and that had him running, heading in that direction. He saw the man run off - noting the direction. He'd follow him, he'd find him - but first he had to make sure she was alright.

Then he could rip the bastard's head off. Evan wasn't known for his kind and forgiving nature.

"Molly?" he called, looking around for her. People were looking out of the windows, doubtless someone else was calling the police. Dammit. "Molly - you okay?"

Seven peered out from where she was in the tree, then moved so he could see her. "Yes thank you please." she stated. It was kind of in a stage whisper, like children do when they haven't mastered volume control quite yet. "Mean mean bad man Loudsound Bangthing." she added gravely.

"Could on, Molly - come down," he told her, holding out a hand. "He's gone. Did he try to hurt you?" Evan asked - because that would make the difference between the 'mean mean bad man' getting the shit kicked out of him and having his head ripped off. Naturally.

Seven blinked at him then smiled suddenly at his hand, and reached down to hand him a leaf that she'd taken from the tree. It was showing signs of fall color, with splashes of orange over it. Then she hopped down on her own. Obviously he wanted the treasure, right? Right. Then she was looking off in the direction Q had gone. "Bang bang." she said. Which was spectacularly unhelpful, but that was her take on the matter.

Evan looked at the leaf he was suddenly holding. Great. But she was down, which was the important thing. Down and covered in blood - which wasn't good, considering that he could hear sirens approaching. "You know, Molly - you keep on like this and I'm gonna start carrying wet wipes," he told her. They had to get out of sight - and to somewhere he could clean her up. Then he'd track down the bastard that scared her. People didn't get to do that.

"Paint." she insisted, like that was supposed to make sense. Then she beamed at him. "Seeevvv-veeeennn." she said slowly and deliberately as if he just hadn't picked up on her name all this time. Her smile suggested the exact opposite, however.

"Not paint," he corrected. She had paint at home - lots of it. Half the time covering the walls. "Did he hurt you?" he asked again, slowly. The sirens were getting louder. "Come on - we have to go."

She started off in the direction Evan had come to begin with, since she understood the sirens were Bad too. "Mean." she said. "Loudsound Bangthing. Mean, Ev-an. Mean mean mean."

"Yeah, gunshot," he told her and my did he not sound stunningly impressed about that. She didn't look hurt - the blood, the way it was trailed over her face. He knew her well enough to know that she did that herself. It was a trait of hers. He looked longingly over towards the bar he'd seen the guy enter, but he'd have to wait. But Evan didn't forgive easily - there would be Words.