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Solving a Mystery in Paris, France (because we're just that cool)

JexMix

Aggressive Floaty Thing
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Quartz went into fight mode, ready to brawl. Henry gently bumped against the girls' legs as if to say "Hey, it's okay!" Quartz reaches down and pats Henry, trying to calm down. But she couldn't. They were trapped in a passage with nowhere to go but forward. Quartz hesitantly takes a few steps forward, looking around. Nothing was out of the ordinary in the passage, besides it being, ya know, a SECRET PASSAGE.

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Lish

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We're All Mad Here
"Q? You okay?" she asked quietly. She could feel Quartz's soul next to her and hear her breathing faintly. But she had felt a big spike of fear and caution in her friend. She felt Henry bump against her legs. "Okay," Cheshire said, not sure how to go on from here. "Do we have a light? It's pitch-black here." Cheshire didn't really need light to be okay, but it would make her more comfortable to use every single one of her senses, including her sight.

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JexMix

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Quartz gently grabbed Chesh's hand. She was scared. She realized what they had gotten themselves into and being trapped scared her. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a flashlight, flicking it on. "Is that better?" She asks quietly, glancing down at Henry.

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Lish

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Chesh grasped Quartz's hand when Quartz reached over. Cheshire nodded. She then realized that Quartz- unless she was shining the flashlight on Chesh's face- wouldn't be able to see her nodding. So she said, "Yeah. Thank you." She looked to Quartz's face. "Hey. Don't worry about it. We'll be okay. Remember how awesome we are." She stood still for a second, listening. Then she said, "Let's go down this dark secret tunnel passage thing. We never know what we'll find."

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JexMix

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Quartz nods and smiles, even though it couldn't be seen. Quartz had no need for the flashlight, but if it made Chesh feel better she would gladly use it. She starts walking with Chesh, her hand intertwined in hers, squeezing tightly. She had faced so many other things, so why did this scare her so much? She couldn't figure it out and she hated it.

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Lish

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The two of them walked forward, almost cautiously. Cheshire was on full-alert, scanning the ground in front of them as they walked on. The tunnel was dry and dark still, and kept going on. It was fairly level, from what Chesh could feel. Then she jumped. Quartz wouldn't be able to hear it at first, but would then hear a faint sound, getting louder. Clack, clack, clack. Footsteps. They were coming this way, but from behind them- from the exact same way that they had come. Chesh squeezed Quartz's hand once, adrenaline pumping. She pulled Quartz to the side of the tunnel, pushing against the wall on that side, and reaching over to flick the flashlight off. Chesh quieted her own breathing. She pushed a thought into the soul of whoever was coming, not to look their way. They didn't seem to notice Quartz or Cheshire, and once the person passed them in the dark, Cheshire started following them, her hand still holding Quartz's. They went swiftly away, as if they were in a rush for something, fastwalking. Chesh eased each foot down to be as quiet as possible, sticking to the wall, but keeping up with the person. They walked on for two or three minutes, before the footsteps paused. Chesh froze, unsure of what would happen next.

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JexMix

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As Quartz was pushed against the side of the tunnel, she steadies and quiets her breath. Whoever approached would not be able to hear them, hopefully. 'But where did they come from?' She thinks to Chesh. Once they were a decent distance, Quartz and Chesh followed as quietly as possible. When the footsteps stopped Quartz held her breath and splayed her unoccupied hand out, making it so that her fingers were bent and in prime position to claw. She wasn't taking any chances.

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Lish

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We're All Mad Here
A few beeping noises followed, and a mechanical door opened, shedding light on the three people. The doors opened, and Cheshire pulled Quartz through, trying to look as casual as possible. It was a black market. A black market right under Paris, France. It was teeming with suspicious-looking people, and nobody gave Chesh or Quartz a second glance for this reason. There were metal beams holding up the roof above them, and little booths tucked between the beams, selling every kind of thing that most people would not want them to be selling. "Maybe this is where the assassin was hired? Or maybe he took a pit stop here before going to murder Mr. Dude?"

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JexMix

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Quartz looked around. A black market, hidden by a library. What a sight. There were little shops and so many people. So many people. With bad intentions. She could sense the intentions. Each soul had a different purpose for being here, and almost none of them were good. "This... he was hired here. I can tell. There are many hitmen here," She whispers to Chesh. There's a little weapon shop on their left, so Quartz pulls Chesh into it as to not seem suspicious. Maybe she could actually find a weapon.

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Lish

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Cheshire felt a shiver going down her back, and scrunched up her nose. This place reeked of anger and fear, and even a little bit evil. Cheshire didn't like to think that there were evil people, but sometimes there were definitely evil actions and evil intentions. "I can feel it too," she murmured. Chesh's ran to figure out a plan. She could still feel the assassin's soul trail, but it was overlapped by so many similar soul trails, Chesh could barely feel it. Quartz pulled her over to a weapon stand, and she eyed the weapons with skepticism. This was a black market, after all. You couldn't really trust anybody here. They were all traders and scammers and... gosh, she could barely find a shred of not corrupted happiness in this place. And the man at the stand seemed like a slippery snake of a person. Chesh scanned the place. There were so many people that looked like the assassin had- dressed in all black. And who knew if they hadn't changed clothes by now? Their next lead was the soul trail, finding out which one was the man's. Wait. But now that Chesh thought about it, she felt the assassin's soul trail here. From the fading strength of it, Chesh could tell he was here before the murder. Right before the murder. And those weapons... they had the trace of the assassin. The assassin had poured his soul into these weapons.

Chesh stepped forward, calling the man's attention to her. He looked in her direction. "And how may I help you lovely ladies today?"

Usually Cheshire hated to implement feelings into other's souls, especially fear, but sometimes she felt like she had to. Her eyes gained a strange intensity. She was worthy of respect. Once the feeling had been forced onto his soul, she said, "I had a question for you." She pulled some money out of her pocket, and laid it on his stand. His eyes sparked with even more interest. "My friend here was looking for a weapon, but she wants to know where exactly your weapons come from." Cheshire glanced to Quartz, as if asking her to play along.

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