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"I shall arrange the tour for her. For now I have work to do."
The Creative Director leaves the Chief Executive Officer to his own devices, and returns to the very party she is meant to host. As she makes her quick return journey via bringer light, alerting those aware of the ability of her presence, when she comes to a stop behind Furaiyori, she can feel the subtle encroaching reiatsu emenating from Hansha, inconspicuously spreading throughout the entirety of not only her building, but expanding further beyond. A soft mumble from the chef's startled companion draws her attention briefly, gracing the man with a polite smile before returning her gaze to the seasoned fullbringer.
"Ah, Yes, Forgive me Miss Stephiana, I didn't know the Conversation you had with… Miss Blume was private… but yes, there is… something I need to… possibly discuss with you, I suppose a business proposition of sorts."
She nods understandingly as she straightens up to her normal height of 6'2" with her heels. Standing only a few inches taller than Tsukune, she locks eyes with him momentarily before glancing around to see the very threads of those surrounding them intertwine and separate, new relationships forming, new bonds, new friendships and business partnerships. A particular one catches her attention as he continues to speak hesitantly, she shifts her eyes back to him briefly, tilting her head slightly.
"That was not your fault Furaiyori-san, the assistants know better. Not to mention it seems quite serious, if you came directly to my office."
She combs her fingers through her mane of locks, feeling the soft luscious hair glide between her fingers as she continues to speak rather casually with him. Now, standing closer to the man, she can get even more measurements. She gathers the width of his shoulders, the length of his arms, even the inseam, with no real need to physically measure them man. Now, she is able to perfectly tailor the man his very own spiritual energy-resistant, armored chef's uniform.
Suddenly, the woman's attention shifts, caused by a change in a single thread. It's minute. Forewarning to what's about to happen. The chef's companion
momentarily intertwines with another, more elusive string of fate. She feels the slight concentration of Hansha's reiatsu nearby, but as she always does, leaves him to act as he likes, never standing in the way of his bloodlust, in fact, she is the very one who helped facilitate the acquisition of prey. Like leading sheep to a wolves' den, promising fame and fortune, until their very usefulness runs out. And at the party, there is an abundant selection of victims. What surprises the woman is his... boldness in moving against a plausible ally, much less in such a public event. The corners of her mouth twitch slightly, nearly breaking out into a giggle, bemused by the brazenness. She catches herself before anyone becomes privy to her thoughts. Once collected, she watches, not Hansha's shadow emerge or the syringe's movement, as it is obscured by the man's trousers', but by Kazuki's shrinking string of fate. Stephania feigns ignorance, continuing to act normal, it isn't until Kazuki falls over after the poisonous injection takes effect, acting swiftly to incapacitate him.
While the companion to the chef is on the floor, doing his best to survive the mysterious substance in his body, she watches for a short moment, like any bystander when they witness something unexpected, as if frozen by the shock. In truth, she is unemotional to his current ailment. She watches, interested to see what the chef will do to counter act the foreign substance. Those nearest become alarmed giving the two space, and the party continues on around them, drowned out by the music and chatter of those still further out. The designer finally walks forward, for once, kneeling beside the pair and lightly placing her hand on Tsukune's shoulder in an attempt to comfort the man. In truth, she cannot sympathize with him, to the woman, such attachments are liabilities. Leverage; weakness. Yet she does not show this on her face. On her face worry is displayed, like anyone around them.
"The hell's going on?"
"Perhaps he drank something too strong at the bar? Or it didn't sit well with him?"
She suggests as possible options for his sudden collapse. While yes, they were hired for the catering, the event hired a separate lounge as bartenders, and perhaps they mixed something that caused the man an allergic reaction. Of course, she knows this to be untrue, but she will not stand to lose an important business partner over something so... trivial. She continues studying Tsukune as he proceeds to heal Kazuki. Her eyes widen slightly as she sees the man's string of fate elongate once more. She had a brief description of his powers, hardly anything notable, from gathered eyewitness accounts from all those years ago, as well as, a string of memories that flood her after making that brief contact with him. Watching flashes of the battle against the togabito unfold before her very eyes until his loss of consciousness.
"That's an amazing gift, Furaiyori-san. You're the first I meet to have such an extraordinary healing ability."
She waves over several guards, requesting their help to move the unconscious man from the public eye, opting to move him somewhere quieter where Tsukune can further help him along in his recovery. The guards carefully carry Kazuki, mindful not to stir him too much, back to the woman's office, placing him on an elongated couch where his body can comfortably lay. She hears the notifications of incoming emails, but cannot immediately look into them, instead, she glances at Hansha, guiding his gaze downward to the reanimated shrimp as they hop around Tsukune, awaiting orders from their commander. Definitely a strange and unique ability. And while his condition is gradually improving, aided by the healer's fullbring, she notes, everything the guests consumed, was all made by him, and has the potential to greatly restore one's health, or cause harm if he wills it so. The two fullbringers have yet to establish what sort of relationship they will have. Will he seek to aid her endeavors, or opt to go about things his way, or even become an enemy?
"Tsukune-san, do you have any enemies? Someone from your past?"
She inquires with a worried expression on her face. Maybe there was someone out there with a grudge against him, seeking revenge, and using his closest ones to get to him. She suggests this as it is something she sees often in her daily life. The woman's heels tap against the floor as she walks toward the bar area to pour a glad of water to offer the man if he wakes up. She has yet to make her own abilities fully known to the stranger before her, merely observing to see his own capabilities, assessing his prowess and usefulness. If he could not counteract a man made poison, what hope would this generation of fullbringers have against other worldly entities?
