Stare did not like the way this was going, but she did not like the noise either. Moreover she did not like the fact the man had the symbiote soul. Right now, this really was the only way this was happening and she could not remove souls - only Eteri could. Thus, the situation was forced, and actions already decided.
Shoving her hand into the satchel she pulled out a handful of vials. Her eyes scoured until she saw an empty one and she let the rest fall back into the bag with a light tinkle. Unstopping this one she bared it ready, eyes like daggers on the infecting bastard.
“Go!” she yelled in common over the horrible noise.
Eteri pulled the soul taught with one hand and with her other she shuffled around in her bag for a pair of scissors. She was accurate, and delicate as she placed the scissors into the man's soul, creating a small tear. The symbiote screamed and hissed at her hands as the halfbreed carefully snipped the piece of soul that it was attached to. In a last ditch effort to survive the creature latched out and bit Eteri’s hand. She flinched and gave a pained mewl, but continued her work with a professional and methodical approach. She pulled a few loose threads and the symbiote fell into the vial. Stare snapped it shut.
Eteri had gently stitched it back together. The soul shimmered and began to return to a soft green hue ad she let it go and it wafted back into the man. Stare held up the vial to a keen black eye, staring at it with some intrigue.
<“It's a bit … ugly,” she said, “Like really ugly.”>
Indeed, it had tiny antennae now she saw it and along its body thousands of little feet with nasty claws that had dug into the man's soul's flesh. What was worst though was that they were all different sizes and shapes - some serrated, others just straight-edged knives and they could clearly cause some form of agony if they so desired.
She shook her head with distaste and held out the vial to Eteri. As she did her eyes snapped up to see the merchant beginning to come to his senses.
“Whaaaa’ …”
She sighed.
“Greetings. My name is Stare. I represent Ellsmith Business Estates, which has currently bought the Celestial Brewery.” The man blinked, but then raised a brow. Good. That was a good indication. “Have you heard of a place called Barchies? Its a general store, apparently.”
The merchant gazed back at her a moment before floundering.
“Eh … yeah, yeah. Barchies … there's a general store owned by a guy named Archie if that is what you are looking for?”
