[center][color=ed145b][h3]~Cerise~[/h3][/color][/center]

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Oranges were delicious. Such a citrusy-sweet flavor she absolutely loved. To her, oranges were the best fruit in the world. Conversely, Bossea was decidedly not a place she'd ever find attractive for any reason. The dusty, streets low-lifes and other low-class, uneducated heathens made her skin crawl. She didn't even want to breathe the same air as them. The old, run down streets were not her style by any means - she'd much rather prefer being in a Lastlight. At least they had some semblance of decorum and elegance, unlike these rundown hovels. Simply being here made the orange in her hands a bit less delicious, but it at least made her time walking through Bossea a bit more tolerable.

Yet, despite the delicious treat her stomach growled, though any who heard it might assume it was some creature growling. An odd thing for a daybreaker, probably.

She sighed, quickly devouring the orange - all of it. Peel and all. So violent and insatiable it was, yet there was a subtle beauty to its want. It was tolerable though. After all, she didn't need to really eat like other humans after all and as long as she kept that in mind and didn't go overboard with her own indulgence or go too long without giving it something she'd be fine. Not like she could really run out of food anyways, heh.

Right, she should stop thinking about that. She was here for a reason. A message on the transceiver indicated she should likely be meeting some more of her day-breaker 'allies' here.

Haha, that was funny. She doubted any of them were good enough to be with her.

She quickly made her way to the center of town, easily noticing a number of individuals that were likely other Daybreakers talking among themselves. Odd. They had a mission, didn't they? Sitting around talking about it wasn't going to get results. Though, she supposed there was some merit in getting to know your 'allies' before the fight. Could make results better. That said...she turned her head, spotting another woman heading away from the group and likely up towards the surface.

Now that was a girl she could tolerate.

Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her white jacket, the Conceited one smirked and walked after Io.

[color=ed145b]"Someone's confident."[/color] She chuckled as she approached, matching Io's stride and walking next to her. [color=ed145b]"The Scarlet Moon is out and the tyrants are thrashing like petulant children yet you don't seemed fazed at all, heh."[/color] She smirked, chuckling again. [color=ed145b]"Exciting, isn't it?"[/color] Depending on her response, Cerise would either continue walking and ignore her or at least deem her tolerable to be around...