[center]Slums of Agrabah[/center]

The Princess of Heart was in solitude. Her body no longer recognizable to her, she thought herself a monster. Her pale skin was muted by dense black, and her senses betrayed her. She gazed at her hands, slender fingers had been turned into sharp claws that one could only imagine being fit for murder. It was dark, yet her eyes could see fine in the dim light, her eyes had become akin to a predator of the night. Her body twitched, and for a moment she lost control of her body, a primal instinct entered her mind, something ghastly and taboo. She was no longer sure if she was sane, for once she thought her mind was playing tricks on her, but now she realized that it was simply being reformatted into something else. Feeling returned to her body, she quaked and grasped at her chest in agony. Something inside of her was fighting the darkness that was attempting to kill her identity. She should count herself lucky, but the very thing that made her special was what caused this to happen to her. The pain was becoming unbearable, and as time passed so did her will to keep struggling. She cried, not only due to the pain but the despair she felt. Her tearful cries sounded foreign and disturbing, but she knew they belonged to her, for she was alone.

Her pointed ears perked at the sound of footsteps behind her, though her body only moved when she sensed the beating heart approaching her. A young man was walking towards her, fanged teeth clenched, and she backed into the corner of the room like a startled animal. "Huaa.." Her mangled vocal cords stressed as she backed away. The man approached her calmly, but her sharp ears picked up on his greeting. Her body went numb once more, her teeth snarled and she slashed the wall in beast like fury, cleaving through the stone with ease. "You. Threaten!?" Words growled from her mouth. She quickly regained control of her body, and quivered with fear at her own hostile reaction. 

The man laid out food and water for her, her eyes widened, and her dark strands of hair wrapped around the items, bringing them towards her. She could not recall the last time she had eaten anything, without a second thought she quickly devoured the food, and dumped the water down her throat. As she tossed down the canteen, she head him ask her why she was crying. The question almost sounded like a joke. She silently glanced at him, and then down at her body. She wondered who wouldn't cry.

Thinking straight, much less talking, was a struggle. She raised her clawed hands, letting the man get a good look at them. "Asahina. Monster." She said, her eyes squinting in frustrated concentration as she spoke. "You. Can't help. Dangerous." She muttered regretfully. "Hope. Gone."

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Ryoko raised a brow as Nomis exited the Royal Library. It was likely a good thing he had left so quickly, as she had more than just a few choice words for him. She wasn't the only one in the factory before it was destroyed, oh how easy it was to shift the blame to others. She let out a sigh, and turned to Salforge. He had questions of course, and she knew he was owed the barest explanation at the very least. 

"A girl pure of heart is at the core of each of the factories, and frankly that is all you need to know of the matter. You have seen what has become of her, regardless of how pure her heart is, the amount of darkness inside has transformed her into a beast. We still have a use for her, so she cannot fall into the hands of those rebels." 

Ryoko snapped her fingers, and a group of soldiers entered the room. The soldiers stationed in Agrabah were different from those in Hollow Bastion, guns were not a known commodity here, so they were equipped with more archaic weaponry such as swords and spears. The soldiers were given their orders, within the hour the entire city would be teeming with men searching for the Princess of Heart, as well as any Rebels.

Ryoko turned back to Salforge, lifting her head upwards to see him eye to eye. "I have a contact in the slums. I am going to meet them, and you are coming with me. If we were sent here, then it's likely those brats were sent here as well."