Hunting

Who: Evan and Buttahfly
Where: Around the cemetery area
When: Early hours before dawn

Evan was a mercenary at heart - he did whatever he was paid to do, whenever he was paid to do it. Within limits - but what those limits were were defined by Evan himself at the time and didn't necessarily have anything to do with 'normal' morality. In short, he wasn't the type of guy for whom 'public service' was high up on his list.

But he wasn't stupid either, or blind. Or deaf for that matter. And it was stunningly clear that this sudden increase in cats around was something out of the ordinary - a fact that Seven first alerted him to, if he was being honest. And so he'd been hunting all night - cats mainly, with an eye out for the guy who'd scared Molly so badly some nights ago. He always had an eye out for that guy.

Tonight though, so far at least, he'd only found cats. And when he found them, he killed them - he weapon of choice for this was a knife. Quieter - he was hunting on the town streets, afterall, and the other day had shown how much gunfire was a stunningly bad idea. He wasn't looking for attention. It'd bee easy at first - they didn't seem overtly hostile towards him and he'd been able to kill them fairly easily. Now, it was harder - which probably had to do with the cat corpses he had slung from his belt. But he did so like to keep score. And he didn't have a problem with upping the challenge.

Evan stalked through the darkness, heading towards the cemetary, on the lookout for his next kill.

Evan wasn't the only hunter out in force. Buttahfly had been studying the damn things as best she could, and had racked up a good number for herself so far. They acted like normal cats when they weren't attacking people ... like her. She'd been lucky so far, had been able to fight them off just fine, but the things obviously didn't like her for whatever reason. It wasn't something she'd figured out yet, but she was working on it.

She'd perched herself on top of the fence surrounding the cemetery, between streetlights, balanced perfectly, hair pulled back, her dark clothing blending in with the night around her. There was one cat corpse with a short-handled knife sticking out of it's neck not far from her, plucked from the line of them strapped around her thigh. She watched the shadowy figure of a man walk in her direction, every muscle poised for anything.

Evan skirted the cemetery, looking through the fencing into the darkness beyond. not that he could do anything, even if he saw one through there - Evan couldn't walk on hallowed ground, something he put down to his demon heritage. He slowed and stopped as he saw the girl - much like Seven's habit, she'd positioned herself out of the normal person's eyeline. Some people would probably walk right by her, being that she was up high and so still. Blending in with the darkness. Evan raised his head slightly, meeting her eyes - making it perfectly clear that he knew she was there.

Whether he was cocky friend or cocky foe, Bu couldn't tell yet. She smirked ever so faintly as their gazes locked, but didn't move yet. She knew she had an advantage there; the cemetery was hallowed ground, and if he was a demon? Knocking her off the fence would toss him right into the fire. If he was something else? She could deal.

... those were her first thoughts, at least. Until she took in the furry shapes he had hanging from his belts. They were cats, she could see them now, and all of them looked the same. "Evenin'," Buttah drawled quietly, staying where she was.

"Well - some people would argue that it's nearer morning, but hi," Evan drawled, taking in the fact that she was armed. He was aware of the dead cat on the ground, but he didn't take his eyes off her to look at it properly. "Nice night for it."

"Ain't too bad," she agreed, another little smirk toying with her lips. She was similarly staring, because you really never knew. "Looks like you got quite a haul. Any helpful hints you care to pass aroun'?"

"Kill 'em fast, before they get a chance to get their teeth into you," Evan told her, though he guessed that she knew that already. "So - you out looking for them then?" he asked her. She was obviously not just out for a stroll.

Bu chuckled. Funny, but summarily unhelpful. Though she guessed she couldn't rightfully hope for the solution to be dropped in her lap or anything. Because from what she'd seen? They just kept multiplying. "Feels like I can't take three steps anymore without runnin' into 'em," she said. "But yeah. Every little bit helps, right?"

Evan pursed his lips slightly, considering this. "I guess so," he mused eventually. "It just seemed to me that there were too damn many of them - and I don't buy into this 'rabies' bullshit they have on the news. Sure, these cats are psychotic, but have you noticed how it's only the grey ones that attack? They all look the damn same. That doesn't scream 'rabies' to me - that's something else." Not that he had any idea what.

Buttah had an idea what. She had a very good idea what. They didn't like anything she had that was blessed -- which were few and far between, but hey, her family knew people. "They somethin' entirely else, sugar," she said softly. It was the details she hadn't figured out yet, though. Why did they want to attack her but seemed to ignore some other people? Where in god's name were they coming from and why were there so many? And, most importantly, how were they supposed to stop them? "You see this kinna thing often, or you jus' out here for sport?"