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

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Cerise smirked at Io's response. Well, she could care less about the other Daybreakers as well, but she supposed as far as others went they tended to be the most tolerable. At least they didn't cower in their homes and didn't constantly worry about the roof caving in over their heads because a tyrant was throwing a tantrum. Still...it seemed as though out of most of the others Io was going to be the most tolerable for now, so she'd stick with the other woman as long as her own agenda permitted...and as long as Io didn't try anything funny.

For the rest of the trip up, Cerise was silent aside from humming a quiet tune to herself. As the others handed over their transceivers, she set about donning both her cowl and crown. She was no fool, and going to the surface unprepared would surely be a terrible idea. So as waited to hand over her own transceiver, she sighed.

[color=ed145b]"Like conceited roses they put themselves on a pedestal, thinking their beauty will never wilt nor will their thorns harm. Even a short lived, brilliant beauty that destroys the future for everyone else but them. I will carve my own beauty upon the world even if it means nothing is left. For like them, I am a Conceited Flower and I [i]will take what is mine."[/i][/color]

Cerise's jacket immediately dissolved into nothingness as it was replaced with a long, flowing white sleeveless dress that fell to just below her knees. The dress was definitely likely wasn't what one would call monstrous in any form. The elegant looking garment was embroidered with various elegant pale gold designs, with the back of the dress revealing quite a bit of her back. Long, elbow length gloves covered her arms and thigh-high boots of similar design formed on her legs. Her eyes, had gone form a bright blue to a deep, emerald green.

The crown formed in her right hand next. Vines grew from Cerise's hand, coiling together and writhing until they formed an equally elegant blade that matched the Cowl. The blade itself was long, coming up to Cerise's chest and seemed to be made of a some sort of white metal. The guard of the sword was shaped like a bell - seemingly imitating some types of flowers. In the center, was a section of a dark green color. Oddly, the blade seemed to have grooves built into it as if it was sectioned.

[color=ed145b]"I have to say, I do quite so enjoy this dress."[/color] She chuckled, continuing the trek up to the surface. Once there she let the cool wind and ominous light of the moon wash over her. There was nothing quite as exciting as this, was it? The only issue was that there were no Tyrants trying to skitter around like the vermin they were.

[i]Boring[/i]. She was already feeling a bit agitated.

[color=ed145b]"Rescue mission?"[/color] Cerise said with a clearly derisive tone towards 'The Demon of Progress'. [color=ed145b]"I'm only here to clean this world of the vermin known as Tyrants."[/color] She observed the eerily silent area for a few more seconds as a gentle breeze blew her dress. [color=ed145b]"Ahh...seems as though they're running scared."[/color] She laughed with a small smirk. [color=ed145b]"Guess we'll just have to hut them down like the mongrels they are, then."[/color] She turned her head towards Leiner.

[color=ed145b]"And if you're so curious, maybe you should show us what you can do first, hmm?"[/color] She asked.