Slowly the teen looked around, the corners of her lips turned down in an expression of concern. Even Senketsu was quiet, slowly taking in the quaint surroundings that they were suddenly presented with. It was obvious that the two were no longer in the city-- not even the slums where Mako lived. No, this place was far cleaner, no litter decorating the streets in replacement of flowers, a sour stench drifting through the air... One Ryuko found she never quite got used to unless she was home.

Home.

Where was home? The raven haired teen narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked upon the persons walking by, none of them donning a one-star Goku uniform, nor two nor three... So she was safe for now, at least. It was a small relief, but it hardly lightened the situation at hand. Twirling the small, red half scissor between her fingers, the student began to make her way around the humble village.

The sound of water wasn't too far off, glistening water just in sight, but what distracted the teen was the smell of farm animals-- now just where the hell was she?! Farm animals? Expression becoming increasingly more displeased, she continued to look for anyone familiar-- hell, she would even settle with Satsuki if she just knew where the hell she was.

"Ryuko." The voice resounded through her head, and her fingers ceasing to swirl her small scissor blade, she looked down at the uniform is slightly raised eyebrows.

"Hm?" Something was obviously amiss, and as Senketsu hummed the teen became increasingly more worried. This would definitely put a stopped in her plans. As the clothing thought, Ryuko once again raised her head, treading along as her starch white high tops kicked up dust. The sound of trickling water came closer until the dark haired female stood by the bank.

"I cannot transform."

"What are you talking about?!" Immediately her temper flares-- but this was simply caused by her swelling sense of loss. There was no Mankanshoku family, no Three-Star brats, no Satsuki or-- hell, even that creep of a teacher... Ryuko was just glad to have Senketsu, but to find this out... It was disturbing. Yet just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, the teen flicked the scissors, willing them to grow-- but they refused, staying in the small form they were found in.

"Come on, open up!" Ryuko growled, body becoming tense as she flicked the red piece of metal again and again, the smooth paint shining in the sunlight. Against the uniforms protests the student simply became more and more frustrated, flicking harder, harder, and harder still until it slipped from her fingertips. She let out a small gasp as the blade buried itself in the ground. Looking up at the stranger, the teen put on an apologetic expression, fingers already itching to get her weapon back.