Answers part 7

Ala took Rocco's elbow, as a young girl would, in all politeness. The ex-Milliner clutched her Keyblade, in it's key form, and the duo was engulfed in a bright, yellow light, as, most times, happened when Keybladers would teleport.

As they appeared in Wonderland, the yellow glow wore off. Ala stared out into the city, miles of crystals that, at one point, must have been beautiful, but now were dimmed and dirty. The crystals reached high into the smoggy sky, two suns blaring down on the sketchy-looking citizens of Wondertropolis- Ala's home city.

The leader took a deep breath. She scowled quite harshly. Perhaps it was the disgust at what the city had become. Where treat venders had once handed out tarty tarts and wondercrumpets, artificial crystal dealers tried to haul in addicts. Where hotels and gameplaces once towered over Wonderlanders, casinos attracted the attention of many. Where holo-screens once advertised White Imagination starter kits, praises to Her Imperial Viciousness, Redd, were displayed on the screens.

Her eyes told she a happier story: one in which a little girl comes home for the first time from being gone a long time. Ala led Rocco down Redd Avenue, trying to avoid looking at anything. As they passed what was once an ImmEX area, but was now a motel, Rocco watched the ex-Milliner's fists clench. With each step, Ala seemed to be getting angrier and angrier at some distant presence.

The wielder of Zealous Diamond tried to calm the Alyssian down as they passed the demolished, crystalline building that had once been the HATBOX- a training area for all Milliners, "Comare, I-" he was interrupted by a blow to the face.

"Ala!?" Rocco yelled as reoriented himself. Indeed, The ex-Milliner stood in front of him, fists clenched, panting angrily.

"You said to use anger and power," Ala's voice, which was usually monotone and steady, was crackling and stuttering with mixed emotions. She spun on her heels, her jackets flying behind her, and headed down the street, shoving past anyone in her way.

"Ala! Ala!" Rocco called after the leader. When he finally caught up to Ala, it was only because the redhead was stopped by someone, obviously stronger than her, and tipsy on artificial crystal. The underboss stared at them, hoping to God (which was Issa in this world) that Ala wasn't one to start a fight,

But she did, punching the man in the face.

"Wanna start a fight, Girlie?" the small called, staggering back infront of Ala.

"Gladly," the ex-Milliner said, summoning her Keyblade.

"Ala! No!" Rocco called, but it was too late. Ala was angry- angrier than she'd ever been in the Wastelands. She threw the end of Alyssian again and again, all the while the drunk man trying to fight back.

Rocco knew Ala wouldn't last long. He was still unbalanced with Alyssian, and, in this world, was without her precious fedora. He had to intervene.