Down in the Dump, Chump [Colt, Catty]

[Colt]

CRASH!

The sound of a body flying through a window cut through the otherwise silent evening. The loud rustle of wind through clothing as the young man landed on the ground with a loud THUD! A graon spilling up from his lips as he writhed on the ground, bits of glass sticking to his shirt and pants as he slowly peeled himself off of the ground. "Cmon bucko! Lets go lets go! They're still on our tails!" A voice cut through the pained noises. The weapon held loosely in the young man's hand was speaking to him.

"Shut up I know!" The young man cried out, panting, rolling onto his hands and knees only to look up and spot a few heads peeking out from the window. On reflex his hand snapped up, aimed and he fired thrice. Loud Pops sounding off as those hands ducked out of the way and bullets pounded into the windowsill up above. A string of curses sounding from up above as well as a hit. 'FUCK! That fucker got my hand! Get his ass NOW!' It sounded like they'd have to move.

"Alleyway! To your left. Cmon kiddo!" Colt encouraged the young man as they stumbled up to their feet and staggered through the walkway. A litter of bleeding little cuts scattered across their frame in evidence. "I can't believe this is happening. WHY would you go off!? I wasn't even close to the trigger!" That shaky exacperated sob left the man's lips. Followed by an indignant hiss from the weapon.

"That guy deserved it! No weird skinny creep like him gets a wife that without being a dirtbag! He was a scoundrel and a fiend, and I'll not have you defend him! Besides, think about all the criminals you killed! They might make you an honorary sherrif! Ya like the sound of that Kev? Sherrif Kevin! Got a nicer ring to it eh?" He reasoned, clocking the look of annoyed disgust on his handler's face. But he'd woprry about all of that another time. For now, the sensation of little thumps from feet pounding down a flight of stairs up above drew their attention.

"Shit." The kid whimpered, and rushed down the alleyway into the adjacent street, peeking around. Thankfully this was a small, sleepy kinda town. Busy, but in the southern business district it wasn't very active at night. His best hope was to find someplace to lose them. And os he instinctively began rushing toward one of the office buildings. So long as they could find a place to hide they'd be fine. Of course Colt was helping. Giving directions and tips. And of course asking now and then if Kev had gotten that girl's number.

[Catty Noir ♦]

Having been in Karakura for an extended period of time now, Catty was doing her best to figure out her way around the place, so frequent exploration was a must. Actually, she quite enjoyed it, especially since it got her out of the apartment and off to meet new people. She missed her parents, calling them frequently and updating them on her progress, but it was difficult. She'd started training with someone she knew she had to find, and even though that was helping, she wasn't at the point yet where she could truly summon a Doll. How disappointing she must be to her parents.

It was chilly on this particular day, so Catty decided to dress herself in some black booties, light blue denim skinny jeans, and a black sweater. Her hair, ombré with a few highlights around her bangs, hung down with light waves. This was comfortable for her and would keep her cozy without making her overheat as the sun came out. What it didn't do, though, was erase how annoyed she was with said sun. Thankfully, given that it was evening, the sun was already setting. Catty was only squinting part of the time as she walked down the street.

Oddly enough, a young man ran in the Bount's direction, apparently panicking over something while holding a gun. With a raised eyebrow, she watched as he passed by her, completely ignoring the fact that she was near him at all. Curiosity got the best of her, and Catty found herself silently following the man as he ran towards an office building. Not many people were around which made things easier, and it's not as if she saw any reason immediately that would put him so on edge. When she focused on her Energy Sensory, she found that there was a faint feeling of something coming from the man, and that was enough to justify her desire to follow him further.

"Monsieur," she spoke, unable to fully hide her French accent. "Are you alright? You seem disturbed. Do you need help?"

She attempted to get his attention in some way and slow him down. If she succeeded, at least it would give her a chance to help in some way. She had a few thoughts about what the problem could be, but if she were being honest, she didn't care much outside of trying to see what the heck that feeling was. She didn't know how to interrogate him in such a way that wouldn't make him uncomfortable, so her first thought was that maybe she could try being friendly. If that didn't work, then she may think about using force. Maybe. She still didn't have much strength to her name, so this was risky, but worth it.

[Colt]

"Huh?!" The sound of someone nearby caught the young man completely off guard. Eyes wide, a startled look as he spun about and almost raised that weapon. Only to see ... well. The dusky eyes of a rather striking woman! Kevin was briefly startled, both by the accent and the question, before he shook his head. "N-no oh nothings wrong! Ahah, I'm just uh. I'm on my way to work. I'm a security guard." He stammered out, trying to come up with excuses as he backed toward the entrance to the office building proper, eyes continuing to dart over the woman's shoulder.

Of course, Colt had MUCH different priorities. Once Catty had moved in close enough, he took a moment to eye them, mainly with his mod root. She'd feel herself entering that sortof haze of sensation. Not just from the general direction, but from the air around Kevin. Colt's roots perking up when they took in the sensation of Catty entering that field of 'vision' so to speak. Mrowr! Almost immediately he approved of what he could sense from the woman and if he could he'd have smiled on the spot.

Oh he was absolutely gonna enjoy this.

"Didn't expect to run into someone so pretty." He murmured, easily mistakeable for Kevin muttering under their breath. And it instantly caused a stunned look from Kevin. The same kinda look when someone realized that something they said had just been heard~ Hey, it's not like he could shmoze anyone while in pistol form. This was just the next best thing! He could, of course, FEEL the instant clamping of Kevin's fingers around his handle, an attempt to shut him up, no doubt.

But the damage was already done~

Training for Mod Root, Burning Blade Class 7

"Ehem, Uh sorry. Ahaha I'm uh tired. It's been a long day and I'm kinda feeling funky. I'll just uh, get out of your hair." Kevin tried to diffuse the situation, his back hitting the door to the office building and promptly shoving Colt up against it. TCH! Pushy, eh? Ah well. Still, he directed those roots of his and promptly concentrated. Slowly concentrating as he focused his attention on the door handle itself. It was a slow and steady process after all. Something he'd been cooking up. Kinda did it as a fluke earlier that day. Kevin was none the wiser that it was, in fact, a new trick for Colt in general.

A slow congealment of air. Compressing and focusing the flow of air particles in a set space. Like a blade. Which, frankly, was what he was visualizing as Kevin attempted to keep the woman occupied with his speed. "So uhm. Are you f-from around here? I didn't recognize your accent." He stammered, all whilst rummaging around, pretending he was looking for a key. Colt couldn't help but smirk a little to himself as he worked, and doubled his efforts. The slow swelling of heat building up from the compressed air beginning to finally take shape. And after a few moments, that blade of air had melted clean through the handle of the door, a little twist and PING!

Mod Root, Burning Blade Class 7 Learned

"Ahem, just a second! Got my keyes! I'll uhm, see you later!" The sound tipped Kevin off, and the young man promptly turned around, hoburning through the locking mechanism between the slit of the door itself. It was a messy thing, and molten metal slid down the inside of the door. But well, hopefully Catty just wouldn't notice that, as Kevin pretended to unlatch the lock and then swing the door open. All whilst Colt himself felt no shortage of smug satisfaction with his handiwork. He'd pester Kevin about thanking him later.

[Catty Noir ♦]

"Didn't expect to run into someone so pretty."

Catty couldn't help but feel an odd sensation, almost as if someone were looking at her from far away. She shivered, both from the interesting tingle she got but also out of unease at the man's statement. Rolling her eyes and groaning, she chose to ignore his words for now. She didn't expect people in Japan to be so rude. She'd only ever heard of them being polite in general. Actually, with what research she'd done, she felt like they were the most polite out of practically any culture. Then again, believing what you read online didn't always add up to what you experience in-person. It seemed she was in for a huge awakening.

"C'est bizarre..." She couldn't help but comment on how weird this was.

Even the man looked quite stunned at first, which caught her off-guard because he clearly was the one who said it. Was he confused about how blunt he had been toward her? If that were such a problem, he may be better off thinking about his words before he speaks. Then he could avoid such awkwardness around other people, especially women. But the more he looked like he was attempting to get away, the closer Catty got until she was only about a foot from him, staring into his eyes as if she were trying to see his own reflection. Whether it was due to this that he was getting even more uncomfortable or anything else, Catty didn't know. But he was fidgety.

"Ehem, Uh sorry. Ahaha I'm uh tired. It's been a long day and I'm kinda feeling funky. I'll just uh, get out of your hair."

"You seem to be making no quick effort of doing so. In fact, you appear to be stuck."

She peered around the man to inspect the door behind him, completely unaware of what was happening in his back pocket. There was truly no other way to describe this aside from taking it at face value, which was a random guy doing his best to get away from a completely nice lady. It was almost comical. Extremely short moments passed, but it was so easy to tell that the man's attempts to escape were taking longer than he anticipated. Was he picking a lock or something? Was it actually that he was some kind of criminal? That meant Catty had some sort of civic duty to take him to the police, right? Did Japan work that way?

"So uhm. Are you f-from around here? I didn't recognize your accent."

Continuing to look behind him even further, Catty tried to figure out what was going on and why he was panicking so much. "I am from France. Paris, actually. I am new to Japan so I am slowly learning the language more fluently."

She was perfectly fluent. Outside of the occasional use of French words and her undeniable accent when she spoke English and some Japanese, she really didn't have much of an issue. But that wasn't the focus of the conversation. She was using it to figure out why the man before her was running away. He continued to fidget, rustling around, avoiding taking his focus away from whatever was behind his back. If he really was a bad person, then she'd have to act quickly to avoid letting him escape. She didn't know all of the typical legal actions that could be taken in this country, but she knew when she needed to be a good citizen.

"Actually, I was curious about what business you're doing he-"

"Ahem, just a second! Got my keyes! I'll uhm, see you later!"

Just as soon as she'd heard an odd pinging noise, the assailant interrupted her interrogation and turned as he tried to get through the door. Catty's eyes drifted downwards to the point where she noticed something odd about the latching mechanism. Was it always supposed to look so... melty? Acting quickly, she used what strength she had to grab the back of the boy's collar and yank him out of the door, flinging him slightly behind herself and grabbing the front of his shirt. It was risky since she didn't know what he was, and she was perfectly aware that there were more than just Bounts like her in the world. Despite the danger, she needed to know what was going on.

"Explain to me what is happening. Either I can help you, or I will take you to whatever police is closest and claim you were attempting to kill me."

[Colt]

Holy fuck she was really getting in there! In an instant Colt felt...INDIGNANT! Why did this PUNK get to have this friggin BOMBSHELL all up in his grill while Colt had to be the one working this damn door?! Why couldn't it be HIM?! It should be ME! All the same, indignantly as it all was, it wasn't ENTIRELY without perks. As once Catty entered a particular... radius around them. She'd promptly enter the range of Colt's roots.

Not that they were particularly dangerous, presently at least, but it was at this point that Colt got a MUCH better sense of the woman. While Colt had very limited ways of seeing anything. Having more or less just altered the screws to the trigger as makeshift eyes, he had only really 'seen' little tips and snippets of Catty. However, once she actually entered that close up-in-your-face range? Uh, thats when he REALLY got to sense her.

Sight? Not even close.
Smell? Child's play.
Once Catty entered those roots, Colt was treated to something usually only sensable by mod souls.
The palpatory equivalent of echolocation.
Shape, texture, rigidity, and many more, all frontloaded to Colt based on pressure change as she shifted through that invisible web.

It was ALMOST enough to distract him from his work. As his wielder was promptly treated to a grilling from Catty, Colt popped the lock. Only to get to sense Catty promptly snag hiws handler, throw them, and then CATCH them by their shirt only to stare right at him. OH! Well look at that, he could ALSO see her! Because in that moment of panick, Kevin had promptly brought Colt to bear toward Catty's chest, namely by pressing the muzzle to her chest. A blessing sadly ruined by the fact that Colt had to make sure this didn't escalate further.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! Alright there girly! LEt's brack it up a notch! KEVIN! Get your finger off my fuckin trigger you maniac. Ma'am? Miss Belle? Puis-je t'appeler Belle? Take a chill pill. Or better yet a chill strip. Little strip, pop it on your tongue. Chiiiiill." He promptly spoke up, now very pointedly making no effort to sound like Kevin as Kevin raised Colt, pointing them upward and away from Catty now. Far less pleasant, but for the best, Colt decided.

"Alrighty Belle. Looks like we got off on the wrong foot here. Name's Colt. And you unfortunately have snagged me and my partner here in a bit of a rough spot. We're being followed. By guys with, as much as I don't like it, guns bigger than me. So unless you'd like to go from french to swiss. We should get inside and hide. Yes?" He noted smoothly, the charm flashing in his voice as he attempted to convey the situation as quickly as possible. IN the distance, voices could be heard down the street. Nowhere near, or even within eyesight. But that wouldn't last forever.

[Catty Noir ♦]

Her move was going to be her downfall, apparently, as Catty immediately regretted what she did the second this man pressed the barrel of his gun against her chest. This prompted a bead of sweat to reflexively drop down the side of her head, though she didn't dare wipe it away or move at all. Instead, her grip against his shirt was released as both of her hands rose up into the air, showing the man that she was yielding. She didn't want to get shot today. She didn't have any way of defending against such a weapon, and she wasn't sure how good this guy was at using it, so she simply made an attempt to let him know she didn't plan on actually hurting him. That is, of course, until she heard some kind of talking.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! Alright there girly! Let's back it up a notch! KEVIN! Get your finger off my fuckin trigger you maniac. Ma'am? Miss Belle? Puis-je t'appeler Belle? Take a chill pill. Or better yet a chill strip. Little strip, pop it on your tongue. Chiiiiill."

Her posture eased a bit as her arms slowly lowered back down the minute Kevin listened to what his gun was telling him to do. Then that thought caused Catty to blink and stare at the gun, then at the man, then back at the gun. It can talk? She raised an eyebrow as she tried to figure out why an inanimate object would have any business speaking to her in such a way, though she had to be somewhat thankful because it managed to get Kevin to back off. At least she wouldn't have to die today, but she still didn't like the thought of being threatened. She needed to get stronger quick if she were ever going to survive.

"Alrighty Belle. Looks like we got off on the wrong foot here. Name's Colt. And you unfortunately have snagged me and my partner here in a bit of a rough spot. We're being followed. By guys with, as much as I don't like it, guns bigger than me. So unless you'd like to go from french to swiss. We should get inside and hide. Yes?"

Catty's ears twitched at the sound of voices in the distance and ultimately decided to ignore the fact that a gun was talking for now and instead nodded as she chose to follow its instructions. Since Kevin was between her and the door, she let him have the first chance at entering before the went inside and promptly shut the door behind herself, blindly following wherever it was the two of them were going. She felt like her head was spinning. What kind of a crazy world was this if people were attacking a guy like Kevin and his talking gun? She remembered some of the lessons her parents had taught her about other races. Was this maybe what the Shinigami called a Zanpakuto spirit? Would she even be able to hear that voice? Her Energy Sensory told her that there was something interesting about this gun, but not quite much more than that.

"Ehm, to answer your earlier question, monsieur, oui. You may call me 'belle.' I like that name, but my real name is Catherine." She turned her attention towards Kevin. "You may call me Catty.

Her expression towards Kevin was somewhat bland since he wasn't the one commanding all of her attention. No, instead it was this interesting tool by the name of Colt. Was it rude to call him a 'tool?' Or perhaps unfair, maybe? Oh, well. She wasn't going to dwell on it when he couldn't even hear her thoughts. With a sigh, she took a look around for the guys who were following them and didn't seem to catch anybody yet. Wherever they were, at least they weren't too close by. This gave her a chance to catch her breath and try to figure out what was going on before risking her life for a stranger. Again.

"Colt, mon cher, why are you making this boy run away? What did you do to those men?"

[Colt]

Oh awesome! This woman actually had a sense of self preservation. Pretty AND smart! Honestly the worst fear he had was that she was going to be some psycho that tried to still start some kind of fight. Lucky them. But all the same, other priorities for now. Once Catty had gestured for them to go. Kevin rapidly threw the door open and bolted inside. Rushing into the office building and heading up an atrium towards a primary elevator. Hurriedly clicking the button and giving Catty the opportunity to catch up.

Of course, once the elevator arrived, Kevin promptly darted inside and hit several buttons, panting just a little as he did. And once the little group was in the elevator. Well then they had a bit of opportunity to talk. Colt smiled within his chassis as Catty, or Belle as he'd be calling her, seemed amicable to his direction. Though he did make a bit of a face at the implication that HE'd done something to earn their current pursuers. Kevin put on something of a sheepish look and glanced off to the side.

"Hey now, I didn't do anything. Guns don't kill people. And while he may be a shaky mess, our little Kevin here is the reason. Well, I suppose circumstance too. But in any case, he was being harassed by our pursuers for some time. Once he got me, he decided to make a problem out of it. And those guys weren't too happy about it. So on one hand? His fault not mine. But I suppose we could also blame the guys themselves." He pointed out, pausing as the door opened, but Kevin simply clicked the close door button. He didn't intend to get off on the first stop. Incase they were being followed. He clearly intended to get off on some random floor, so that if they watched the elevators, it wouldn't give away where they got off.

Some action movie shit. But eh. Colt wasn't going to begrudge him his paranoias. "But yea. Uh, I'm just a gun, madame. And so I'm not the source of Kev's problems. I'm just the tool that's been used to escalate them. I don't exactly have a ton of autonomy in this body." He pointed out and sighed. "Though I'm hardly going to put that all on Kev here. He's actually one of my nicer wielders. You wouldn't believe some of the scuzz that pick me up. I don't even talk to those scabs. It's not easy being a firearm I'll have you know."

Kevin himself rolled his eyes. "I don't care one way or the other. But Those guys had it coming. My best friend lost his hand because of them. I just.....I didn't expect things to get this crazy..." He murmured, a bit of trembling in his voice as he hunched his shoulders. The kind of look of a kid clearly in over his own head, but just trying to make his way through it all. One of the things Colt liked about Kev. He was an earnest kid, and he kinda felt bad for him. A sigh escaping Colt.

"Kev, Carting me around isn't going to solve all your problems. The opposite in fact. I know you wanna get back for your friend. But that's only gonna make things worse."Colt noted softly. Trying to ease the kid's nerves a little. Truth be told, a few....ideas were already floating in his head. He didn't think just passing off to Catty was a good idea. But if nothing else, maybe if they could get kev set up, Colt could try and find himself a new wielder. No idea who, but well. Until he got a body of his own, that was pretty much his only option.

[Catty Noir ♦]

Without any understanding of why she felt it was a good idea to follow these two, Catty ended up doing so anyway against her better judgment. Perhaps it was just the desire to figure out what they were up to, or maybe it was something more than that. She couldn't be sure. Either way, she was following them regardless and simply made the effort to keep up. She didn't want to get left behind, especially if those men were even remotely dangerous. She wasn't strong enough to defend herself and knew when she was outmatched, so she assumed the better option would be to stay with the armed boy. Truthfully, she felt the better option was to stay with Colt.

Intentionally hitting multiple buttons was a good idea and Catty couldn't help but smirk at Kevin's thoughtfulness. Leaning against the back side of the elevator, she watched as the floor numbers changed and the doors started to open but blinked with a bit of surprise when Kevin made the doors shut again. After realizing that it must've been an attempt to confuse the people pursuing them, she really made an effort to reconsider how she thought of this boy. He clearly had some smart plans, and she had to admit that she wasn't exactly one to think about it. She had to trust his instincts just as much as he had to trust his own.

As she listened to the explanations that the gun was giving her, she couldn't help but look over at the boy. Kevin seemed like he had a good heart and just wanted to do what he felt like he had to in order to get back at those other guys for his friends. She could understand such a feeling. She wasn't sure she could empathize, exactly, but she understood. Nodding along and occasionally raising a brow again, she wondered if it would be worth it to help Kevin out this one time. She wasn't positive that she could take these guys on by herself, but maybe together they had a chance.

"What if we worked together and took them? How many are there?"

[Colt]

The elevator dinged again, this time on the third floor, as Kevin promptly bolted out and into the hallway of the office space, gesturing for Catty to follow them and letting out a little sigh as he looked around and then began striding down the hallway, heading for one of the side office areas and then looking about. There at the far end was a couple stairways. Maybe if they slipped back down through the stairs they could lose them? Though Catty's question did make him furrow his brows. "No I....this only gets worse if we fight. The best I can hope for is to...just...disappear." He murmured.

"I appreciate the spirit But uh, we kinda already did do a bit of that. They kinda keep sending more guys with bigger guns. Soooo de-escalating is the name of the game for Ol Kev here. Well, that's the hope at least, Belle" Colt noted, pausing for a moment as they slipped out into a general office space. More open, with the separators between desks about waist height, there wasn't a lot of cover aside from a few whiteboards, and that was barely anything. The place was....eerie.

the darkness, but alongside slim bands of light here and there. An open closet. A few glowing computer screens that had been left on. Giving a soft light blue glow to the whole place. They made their way through at a brisk pace, making their way to the far end, where a staircase could take them back down on the other side of the building. "Once we're clear. Kev plans to try and snag a bus outta here. As for me? Well eheh. Having heat on him might draw suspicion. So the plan was for me to be dropped off in an alley or something. We kinda didn't plan much outside of that."

[Catty Noir ♦]

Not having much of a choice, Catty opted to follow Kevin as soon as the elevator doors opened once again, finally at a floor he deemed worthy enough to offboard. While he didn't seem keen on answering right away, Catty wondered what made Kevin so introverted and nervous. He seemed shaky, and even if he made good decisions so far to get himself out of trouble, he was clearly scared. It was possible that the Bount was completely wrong, and she accepted that, but she still felt like he was being a bit cowardly. Or perhaps it was more that he wanted to avoid death, and that was pretty understandable. It was still survival of the fittest in this world.

Finally answering her question, he said, "No I....this only gets worse if we fight. The best I can hope for is to...just...disappear."

"I appreciate the spirit but uh, we kinda already did do a bit of that. They kinda keep sending more guys with bigger guns. Soooo de-escalating is the name of the game for Ol Kev here. Well, that's the hope at least, Belle"

With a nod and a notable hum of understanding, Catty furrowed her brow and wondered what she could possibly do to help while they ventured into a large office space. It seemed like any standard kind of office with cubicles everywhere and a lack of personality to speak of. The typical human hive with human worker bees. A sigh escaped the woman's lips as she shook her head slightly, thanking her lucky stars that she never had to deal with being contained in such a place. She was allowed to wander as much as she wanted and appreciated that about her life. Her parents both always encouraged it, anyway. None of them liked being chained to any single thing until they found their passion.

"Ah, I understand," Catty started, continuing to follow the duo. "I'm sorry that I cannot help much more than this. My hope is to one day be stronger than I am now, but I am afraid that takes time."

She didn't hear the guys who had been stalking them, so she hoped they got away without a problem. Catty knew she'd likely be fine if she were caught somehow because it wasn't as if they knew that she had any affiliation to these two, but she didn't want to take a chance in her current state. It was risky, and she knew she was too weak to take them on by herself if she wanted to have any chance of saving this boy. So, instead, she offered him the only thing she could; her company. That much would be fine for now since their goal was just to run away. If they ever needed her to provide some sort of support, well, she'd have to just do her best.

"Once we're clear. Kev plans to try and snag a bus outta here. As for me? Well eheh. Having heat on him might draw suspicion. So the plan was for me to be dropped off in an alley or something. We kinda didn't plan much outside of that."

"Absolutely not," Catty snapped, a look of disapproval painting itself on her face. "Kevin, if you don't mind, Colt will be coming with me. I cannot allow a talking weapon to be left in an alley. I have much to ask of him."

Holding out her hand, opening and closing it a few times in a give-it-here motion, Catty offered to take Colt from Kevin. She wasn't about to let him be practically thrown away, and she was wondering why he could talk and how he was able to have full conversations with people. The curiosity was getting the better of her, and if he was able to be used as a real gun, she didn't mind having access to a weapon like that. Catty had zero knowledge of how to use said weapons, but she could learn. Colt could teach her. If he'd be so patient, she was quick to learn. She'd been that way her entire life, and she didn't want to break that streak.

"Mon petit ami, would you like to instead be kept warm within my pocket?"

[Colt]

Kevin seemed to be relieved that Catty understood the situation. Strength and violence didn't always just solve everything. Sure, one could just try and murderfuck their issues away, but that, in some cases, just opened more doors to troubles. And Kevin seemed to relax a little as they made their way down that stairway. Stopping at the very bottom and peeking through the little window of the thick metal door. Nothing locked and bolted, but just a little exit insulated from the outside.

A cursory glance, and he didn't see anything in their way. A sigh escaping Kevin as he glanced down at Colt, and the gun didn't really do much but make note of it. After all, what else was there to say? There was a bus station not far. Thankfully they hadn't been TOO far from freedom. With any luck, Kev would at least have a head start and a chance to try and make a life for himself elsewhere. However, before anything heartfelt could be exchanged, Catty seemed to take exception to the plan.

Kevin blinked, surprise clear on his face as she promptly refused and held her hand out. Colt as well was rather....surprised. And certainly flattered. "Not that I don't appreciate the opportunity to hang out with you, Belle. But uh, are you sure about thi- HEY!" Colt let out a noise as he was promptly handed over?! Surprised by Kevin's eagerness to hand him off. "What the heck Kev?! That eager to get rid of me?" He insisted!

"No you fucking...ugh! This is ...BETTER. Okay? Let's not pretend our plan of dumping you in some random spot was anything great. And what, you get picked up by some... random junkie? A drug dealer? or some stupid kids? At least she ....SEEMS kinda... you know. Good? Nice? You';ll be better off Colt." Kevin murmuted, and of all things, to Colt's surprise, there was earnest care in the young man's voice. In all regards, Colt had honestly fucked up his life. Sortof? Sure, he'd gotten his revenge, but at the cost of a lot more. Wasn't he ... mad? Pissed?

That didn't seem to be the case, and Colt was a little speechless as Kev peeked out the window. "Trust me, that little weirdo will enjoy any chance to be nice and close. Just......take care of him, yea?" Kevin sighed, a little smile on his face toward Colt before he took a slow, steady breath, and gently took the handle of the door. "Wish me luck." He murmured over his shoulder, before slipping out and into the evening air, leaving Colt .... a bit conflicted. But well... he supposed he could respect... and appreciate Kev's decision.

Man, the movies made it seem like these scenes lasted forever. But .....he barely had time to even argue before he dipped. He turned his attention to the woman now holding him. Oh man she was really hot. But well, after that exchange, he was a little too sobered to be a skeez. And so he gave a soft chuckle. "I would like that a lot, mon Belle. Kinda wish the little bastard gave me a chance to say bye but well. I dunno. Guess there was more going on in his noggin than I thought..." He trailed off. Sighing for a moment before perking back up.

"So. What are the chances you got a bra holster?~"

[Catty Noir ♦]

"What the heck Kev?! That eager to get rid of me?"

Kevin's response was enough to make Catty shrug with Colt in her right hand, glance off to the side, smile, and stick her tongue out a little before going back to standing normally. She kept Colt held up in such a way that speaking to Kevin would be easier for him, which was still such an interesting thing. At least Kevin seemed to think she was nice. She didn't have any kind of attitude that would have made him think otherwise, but first impressions can be so complicated sometimes. She was basically a stranger, after all. What could she possibly offer them?

"Trust me, that little weirdo will enjoy any chance to be nice and close. Just......take care of him, yea?"

That warranted a confused look from the Bount to the young man, then down to Colt. "Oui, I will."

"I would like that a lot, mon Belle. Kinda wish the little bastard gave me a chance to say bye but well. I dunno. Guess there was more going on in his noggin than I thought..." Colt responded to Catty's offer to hold him in her pocket.

The better move was likely a purse, but the sweater Catty wore that day was just long enough to somewhat conceal the weapon. If too many people were around, she would be open to changing his location, but she didn't think about it that much. It was late, after all. Well, late-ish. Who would be out when everyone was home trying to spend time with their families? Turning and beginning to walk away from the bus stop back down the street, she wondered how long it would take her to get back home. Surely Colt wouldn't mind staying with her for a short while until they both figured out a better situation.

"So. What are the chances you got a bra holster?~"

"Quelles sont les erreurs que j'ai commises?"

In less than an hour, it seemed, Catty found herself alone with a talking gun. She had to weigh some options on her own, but she definitely wasn't about to leave this poor thing by himself in an alley. That wasn't going to happen. Ever. He was too interesting to do that, for starters, but now she had to figure out how to sneak him back to her apartment. She seemed to remember something about Japan having rather strict gun laws, maybe? Something like that. She was going to need to be discreet if she was going to have any luck. And, of course, she didn't need to run into any unwanted people.

Being uncomfortably aware of how weak she was made Catty seriously nervous. If this was one way she could defend herself, then that was worth the risk, but there was not enough confidence in the world to make her feel like she could handle someone else alone as she was. Sure, she had years of hand-to-hand combat training. But was she stronger than a man? Well, maybe. She didn't want to test that, though. Not when it was getting later and later into the night. She may be a creature who feels at home in the dark, but that meant there was the possibility of others like her who wouldn't be so nice.

"How did you end up this way, mon ami? Are you cursed?"

[Colt]

Colt gave a mischievous little chuckle as Catty made that exasperated little noise. But he wasn't going to complain, being around her was abvundantly more comfortable than being in some shaky kid's grasp. She was a welcome distraction from the wondering of what would be happening to the kid as they took their leave. He paused and took a moment to sense their immediate surroundings. Choosing NOT to focus on the woman's immediately available shapely form to go surveying in favor of getting a grasp of the situation.

"We should probably head to wherever you're staying. even if Kev isn't around to draw attention, I'd prefer not to run into those guys still. And uh, as for your question I was actually born like this. I'm an Artificial Soul. Something originally created by Shinigami, but well. I wasn't actually created by a shinigami. In any case, I'm actually more like a little Pill. I burrowed my way into this gun and used it as a makeshift body." He explained calmly enough, all the while keeping his wits about them. Though thankfully it seemed they weren't likely to encounter them.

" I can technically make anything I'm stuck into into a ... sortof suitable body. Though technically speaking, I was designed to be placed in a corpse or to be swallowed by a human. For example, if YOU were to swallow my pill, you'd be ejected out of your body as a soul and I'd take over your physical form. Shinigami use unmodified artificial souls to inhabit their gigai when they aren't using them as a means of like.... not raising suspicion. But yea, that's the long and short of it."

He paused for a moment and let out a hum. "At some point I intend on getting myself a proper boddy. I've just been working with this as it were. I've considered burrowing my way into a corpse now and then, but uh. Well, I don't really like the idea of doing that for no reason." He chuckled, a sigh escaping him as he thought of the few wielders he'd been around who had died. Not things he liked thinking about. But he didn't like the idea of messing with a corpse if there wasn't a strong reason to do so. Was that sentimental? Who knew.

[Catty Noir ♦]

Colt was interesting, to say the least. Smiling at his explanation, she walked down the sidewalk of what turned into a rather busy street, working entirely off memory to get home. She still wasn't very proficient at reading Japanese, though her speech was fluent enough. Kanji was just so complicated so most of the road signs were difficult. Thankfully, after having explored the town as much as she could without going anywhere too dangerous up until today, she was typically able to find herself back without too much of a problem. The buildings at night were beautiful, too. Taking the detour as she had wasn't regretted.

As the gun explained himself, it didn't take a lot of effort for Catty to be intrigued by his story of creation. Something that stuck out in her mind, though, was mentioning how he wasn't created by a Shinigami. If all of these artificial souls were created by them to start with, what made him special enough not to be? Then there was the fact that he was actually a pill. How could such a thing have so much personality while not being a person at all? This is why she was intrigued by him. She couldn't help but smile at Colt's explanation. He seemed fun, even if Kevin did warn her not to let him get too comfortable.

"Ah! Non!" Catty reacted to his mention of being put inside of a corpse. "I would never allow such a thing, mon ami! That sounds disgusting. I would prefer we get you a body of your own somehow. Is that a thing you purchase?"

If he had already been thinking about getting a body of his own, surely there was something they could do to expedite that process without finding a corpse. Catty wasn't fond of allowing him to take control of someone who had already died, though the prospect of giving him control over her body was interesting enough since she was a little curious about what it was like to purely be a soul. Keeping that in mind for later, she put the thought away in her back pocket for another time. Tonight wasn't the night for that, but it was definitely an idea.

Turning a corner, Catty spied her apartment building and looked up, noticing the light on the top floor was on. The landlady must be home if that's the case because she would never leave the lights on otherwise. Practically skipping up the stairs, Catty entered the decorated lobby and waved at the clerk at the front desk. She'd been living here for a little while now, so she had gotten to know a few of the tenants. The landlady lived in the penthouse on the top floor, but judging by how large some of these units could be, the Bount couldn't help but wonder what the hell the penthouse looked like.

After entering the elevator, Catty pulled Colt out of her pocket and fixed her sweater so that it lay flat against her skin once again. She didn't live very high up, but she was lucky enough to somehow get out of living below anyone so at least her unit had some peace and quiet when she needed it. She wanted the gun to be able to see his surroundings however he was able to do so, believing removing him from her pocket was the easiest way to accomplish such a thing. After making sure no one was around to gawk at the two of them, she exited the elevator after it dinged at her floor and promptly found her front door.

"At least you will be safe here. Are there any accommodations that someone of your stature would require?" Catty's nice way of asking if there was any possible way to make a gun comfortable.

[Colt]

Colt snorted softly and smiled to himself as Catty promptly gave him a piece of her mind about the notion of him occupying a corpse. "HAhahah, my Belle, you're way too caring to me. But I'll keep away from any dead bodies if it makes you feel better~ Your warmth is much better anyway~" He chimed flirtatiously, a sigh escaping him as she made her way to her apartment, and he began to lose himself to his thoughts for a moment as she focused on getting him inside.

What was he going to do now? He had an adventurous spirit after all, and no doubt, he didn't want to rely entirely on Catty. Perhaps he'd have to find a way to .... sneak out sometimes? Could he even manage such a thing? Hm, he'd have to worry about that later. For now, he'd just lie low and let her take care of him., The warm embrace of her fingers around his handle certainly was nice enough. But he'd have to be careful. If there was anything that he'd learned while interacting with humans is was that he needed to be careful about getting too attached. He didn't know what kinda life she lived. For all he knew, she could be just as reckless.

But .... at least for now. He liked to imagine that he'd be with her for a while. Certainly she seemed caring enough. As they made their way up to her place, he paused and took a moment to sense the door infront of them, curious what her abode would look like. "Hm? Nothing much. I don't really eat or anything. For the time being, just somewhere not out in the open to be set down. Buuuuut if you wanna be extra accomodating. Having someone to keep me warm at night WOULD be nice. Kinda sucks being cold when your body's made of metal." He murmured, a brief moment where he didn't get that playful little tone. A hint of earnestness in his voice.