#scarrfaze

"Oh I'm so jealous!" A guest said - he recognized her from the cafe, but he wasn't sure what her name was. "So you caught the bouquet! Usually nobody throws it until the reception, so I wasn't paying enough attention."

"Oh, well, I didn't catch it so much as it hit me in the head."

"Still! Whoever catches the bouquet is the next person to get married! Who's the lucky guy or gal?"

"Ah, well, he's over there," Steven was mingling with coworkers, but he was easy enough to point out among them.

"Ooooh! Maybe he'll pop the question soon. Or you can - sneaky, catching that- Ah, there's my date. Good luck!"

Feeling the blood rush to his face, he stands quickly, walking over to Steven. Best to have a distraction from that conversation-

"Excuse me," interrupting, he places his hand out, palm up,

"I hope it's alright if I steal Steven away for a dance?"

"Mister Starphase!" Hanabi quickly rushes over to the manager of Cade December and...why does she have so many bags on EACH arms?!

@scarrfaze

Thanks for applying. Great to have someone who knows what they’re doing. See you soon.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Steven!

You will be housed in CONDO 409.

You'll retain the use of esmeralda blood freeze to summon and launch up to five projectiles of ice that are no larger than a baseball per day.

And after days of recruitment, he allowed himself to worry after Steven once more. A message was sent while his back was turned:

[text] I will meet you shortly.

Before he continued on his way. It was already dusk, and Steven shouldn't have left just yet while still giving the man more freedom shortly. Moving into an alleyway, the encroaching darkness obfuscates the purple haze coming off the person walking toward him, but it can hardly obfuscate the familiar silhouette approaching-

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The fight that occurred is at minimum, bloody. The damage to the buildings nearby was not destructive, but indicated combat in a closed space between two strong figures.

Only a single hulking figure remains at the end, drenched in red. The smell would be enough to entice any Unholy with a penchant or appetite for blood would be drawn for miles.

And yet the man in holy garb does not move further from the spot, standing still.

So, a team-building exercise. They didn't need it as a pair, but Klaus felt more comfortable doing something active.

"I am prepared to work with you toward victory, Steven. We will claim our prize." Together. Although it seemed Klaus did not realized that nearly everyone around them seemed to be more than teammates, save for a few who may also not be paying much attention.

Klaus wasn't one to give up, but there was always an expectation of disappointment, walking home to find another crystal petal having fallen onto the floor.

Because, well, there was a chance that even if Steven returned, he'd have forgotten everything. So when he does see the familiar silhouette, he tries not to get his hopes up too much, although he does try and straighten out his appearance as he approaches at a light jog.

"Steven-"

"You are, ah.." He pauses. "Back? Or...Arriving for the first time." He's certainly a mess, glasses broken and hair askew, blood - his and others - staining his rumbled appearance. Burn marks, a few shallow cuts.

His ears garnered him attention, but he was used to the amount of attention his appearance received. His holy garb was new, but the crosses were normal. It was an odd mixture of typical and new - much in a similar vein as this place was.

An odd mixture of the familiar and the unfamiliar.

But what he was seeking was the familiar. Using his phone seemed to draw the wrong kind of attention, so he had memorized the location discussed. Thinking nothing of it in the moment, the familiar, their jobs outside of here, he rapped his knuckle against the door before walking in.

The room was dark. Suspiciously so.

"Steven?"

His guard was up. After all, this situation was both familiar, and yet so very unfamiliar.