As if a switch has been flicked, Yuume's eyes sparkle with light and determination. Without even bothering to answer Sena, the belt is half tossed, half looped around her arm; an odd place for such a thing, but Yuume pays it no mind as she reaches for the latch and snaps it across.
"ULTRA- RIDE!"
The light is blinding. It fills the room and fills the vision of everyone there, and for a moment Yuume has vanished within it entirely. A seasoned artist of transformations, swinging her arm outward as the energy floods from the latch. The belt scatters into wisps and petals- reforming around her waist as she spins on the spot. A mere silhouette she is, arms raised upward as the entirety of her becomes a shadow in the light...only to reveal itself as a dusty suit of rose, like a sky at dusk, unseen footwear clacking into place with an audible ring as they touch the floor.
In her hands forms a blade of silvery white- and from her hands can be seen bracers and gloves of the same colour, slowly misting over her form through the dark and light. As she lowers the weapon in a slow circle, the rest of the armor seems to come into clarity as if spirited into place, formed from fog itself; shoulder pads, breast plate, and even boots with pale pink as their accents, ridged and elegant, simple jewels of gold sitting amongst them.
With a shout the blade scatters, arm thrown out to mirror how the other had transformed the belt to begin with- and as it comes back across her head, as if to knock her hat free, as if to brush hair from her eyes, a flowing cloak shines behind her...
And the helmet over her head shines. It is the helm of a true knight, a visor which hides fierce eyes and a confident smile. Yuume, it seems, is no bug.
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"ULTRA- RIDE!"
The light is blinding. It fills the room and fills the vision of everyone there, and for a moment Yuume has vanished within it entirely. A seasoned artist of transformations, swinging her arm outward as the energy floods from the latch. The belt scatters into wisps and petals- reforming around her waist as she spins on the spot. A mere silhouette she is, arms raised upward as the entirety of her becomes a shadow in the light...only to reveal itself as a dusty suit of rose, like a sky at dusk, unseen footwear clacking into place with an audible ring as they touch the floor.
In her hands forms a blade of silvery white- and from her hands can be seen bracers and gloves of the same colour, slowly misting over her form through the dark and light. As she lowers the weapon in a slow circle, the rest of the armor seems to come into clarity as if spirited into place, formed from fog itself; shoulder pads, breast plate, and even boots with pale pink as their accents, ridged and elegant, simple jewels of gold sitting amongst them.
With a shout the blade scatters, arm thrown out to mirror how the other had transformed the belt to begin with- and as it comes back across her head, as if to knock her hat free, as if to brush hair from her eyes, a flowing cloak shines behind her...
And the helmet over her head shines. It is the helm of a true knight, a visor which hides fierce eyes and a confident smile. Yuume, it seems, is no bug.
But she is Certainly a warrior.