Disembarking from an off-the-grid Cipher Pol ship, Moise briefly had the guise of an agent under a fully cloaked figure. The only agent Moise could truly be considered is an agent of chaotic justice, and once the ship had disappeared he took on his "true" look with a Mane Mane pat. Inky black hair flowed around his feminine body and cloak that literally bled into the freshly shed snake skin. An equally neutral purse with all the dials Moise has had is at the side. Devoting himself to the original traits of Kandy or others wasn't a priority of Moise's. There are some things that can't be hidden and there was no spy mission to be had. People in the know understood on close inspection that this Kandy is "real" even with a different look. An irritating missing right hand had after all manifested. Other conclusions are simply illogical regarding Kandy. In a way Moise's grounded sanity brought a further dangerous impression those got from this seeming "Supernova Kandy".
Bringing himself to the streets of the 8th District began Moise's agenda. The black market was extremely seldomly visited by marines but by trade Moise had been dabbling. It could be said that Moise even acquired a semblance of influence in the area with ease due to his Transformation Jutsu devil fruit. Today was the first time Moise had decided to step inside inferior Baltigo personally though. Exploration of the area was fearlessly done by Moise as he used Kenbunshoku Haki and his own extraordinary senses. In selfish self-reflection, Moise realized he was on the cusp of advancing his Haki. Fearlessness was already Moise's taste with Kandy's body and his personal capability. At least, among the bustling rabble of Baltigo he's a mid-tier Supernova as his role. With his advancement he'll only be hesitant against history-defining Supernova.
Full of confidence Moise entered the private shopping area for the slaves. Pity was the strongest emotion in Moise mixed with desire. District 8 slavers hated those that pitied the slaves. There's always those revolutionaries or something regarding slaves. In fact, there's probably people on guard with Kenbunshoku that monitored people like Moise. Slave business requires a truly powerful force after all. The truth to Moise's feeling was that he had a complicated pity unable to be copied sadly for others. He didn't underestimate District 8 and knew that he should suppress his feeling. Overall, District 8 could be the most powerful district in terms of indefinite real human resource after all. Rarely seen sincerity had appeared on Moise's face today though and he believed that he'd be received nicely on closer inspection.
"I'd like to have a look at your finest merchandise!" Moise sounded as happy as if he was on an amusement park ride's start.
"Uh no do not let them look at our finest selection yet. That is a Supernova." An unknown presence communicated somehow to a slave clerk dood without Moise knowing.
"...Sure right this way...you." Hesitance was on the fodder's face as he was specially warned about this special visitor and more importantly twitched upon not knowing the gender to address.