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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