Business Luncheon (limited)

[Milova]

The server bowed low as Mr. Kazahana took his seat. The man smiled at the show of respect. Rosa's Haven was a pleasant Mexican restaurant in downtown Los Angeles. Generally on the fancier side, Mr. Kazahana was well known by the owner as he'd befriended her father a few years back. She was delighted to hear from him when he called the other day making reservations for a full party. She had asked the occasion, assuming him to be holding some celebration. He had explained that it was simply a business meeting that hopefully would only contain himself and another. Yet there was a high probability of more arriving. For an old friend of her fathers, the woman had no qualms and reserved the large back room just for him and his guest/s.

Sitting there now, ordering a fine white wine, the Japanese-American awaited the first of his guests; truly the only one he'd formerly agreed to meet, Miss Oki Nanda. When he'd met her on the grounds of Public High School #259 he had been quite charmed. She was a beautiful woman to be sure, but what attracted his attention in particular was her familiarity to Japanese culture. Even in this modern United States where Asian culture was outrageously popular, there were still few who understood the fine details as only immigrants could. Miss Nanda had pointed out that his speaking patterns were ideal for any Japanese Businessman. Quite astute that woman. Even if none of the others Mr. Kazahana expected arrived, he could at least have a nice meal with an intriguing member of the opposite sex.

[Milova]

Mr. Kazahana smiled brightly, standing up to greet the woman. "My word, no, Miss Nanda. I feel particularly at home just about anywhere." he said, coming around the table to politely shake her hand, before pulling out a chair next to his for her, "Besides, what self respecting man could blame a beautiful woman who shows as much dedication to her work as you do for a minimal offense such as tardiness."

Politely pushing her chair in, the man returned to his seat. "Naturally, I had been curious towards your presence, but nothing overly worrisome. After all, if you had not showed Miss Nanda, I'm sure some of your colleagues would have taken the initiative to seek me out, as I'm sure many rather will." he reassured the woman, "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty to order some wine and chef salads for us."

Mr. Kazahana found it a peculiar choice in attire that Oki chose for a business meeting, but then again he was never one to question such trivial things. He had to admit however, that the outfit she wore did appear to be designed for women of lesser bust. The woman also seemed utterly calm in it, meaning she was either overly used to wearing it, or did not notice the unmatched tailoring. Either way, it gave her the innate ability to pull off the one/two sizes too small outfit.

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv got the reminder about the date, grabbing his usual blue suit, but this day was special, so he COMBED HIS HAIR! The usual raggid mop top of dark green hair that was kept up ontop his head was actually kept nice today. The heavens must be on fire, because that never happens. He went outside where Bane his mute butler held the door open to his car, as Bane wasn't a driver, but he did like Mr. Asiv, and was being nice. Asiv jumped in Bane closed the door, he kicked it in reverse and took off. He had a quick stop to make, to a young Senior boys house, kind of insurance in case he didn't like the way things went he could just leave, and give a parting gift. Either way, the blonde boy got in the back seat, his spikey hair almost reaching the cars roof, which meant he hadn't cut it in a few weeks.

Going into the nice mexican resteraunt he told the blonde boy to come in in ten minutes and sit somewhere where he could keep a good view, though that would hardly be the case, he doubted very much anything bad was gonna happen. Or anything bad enough that the boy would need to step in... But Mr. Kazuma Kazahana's reputation was.... Far reaching, esspecially when a young tall man like Jyo went to your school. He explained his situation to the receptionist and was pointed in the right direction. His differently shaded brown eyes scanned the areas, he spotted Oki. . . And the one everyone seemed so worked up about.

So lazily making his way in the general area, his intentions even when walking hard to actually decipher, he came from a non-vantage point, clearly visible, even for Oki. He could of givin' her a ride, but she ran out of the house too fast. After the initial talking of forgiveness from Oki and then when Mr. Kazahana would finish speaking, it would be Asiv's turn. . . Well where he would bump in. Rude? Depends on how you look at it, as he was invited.

"Hello there. I am sorry to interfer with this evenings plans, but I was invited by Ms. Nanda. My name is Zack Asiv. You can call me Zack if you want."

((OoC: Forgive the poor quality, as my middle finger still has no feeling.))

[Milova]

Mr. Kazahana's attention was drawn from the lovely woman at his side to the new arrival that he instantly recognized from file photos. "Ah, Zachary Asiv, administrator of Public High School #259." he said in the middle of filling Oki's wine glass. Finishing quickly, he set the bottle aside, and stood up. Not moving from his seat this time, the Rama representative motioned towards the several seats around the table. "Feel free to join us Mr. Asiv. Invited or not, I've been expecting your arrival as well." Mr. Kazahana smiled across at the other man, offering his hand over the side of the table where his guest currently stood.

[Keith]

"Seasoned barbeque pork with a tequila and lime," Keith said to a nearby waitress with an American accent. Yes, this senior and gang officer that transferred from 552 out in NYC was at the restaurant too. He wanted another encounter with Kazuma Kazahana. However, he found out about the dinner date between Professor Nanda by ease dropping on a conversation between her and Mr. Asiv.

It was several minutes before Keith got caught and dragged into the room only to be interrogated by Nanda and Asiv. This dinner date would be at a Mexican restaurant, how very fitting... Keith could feel that he was Johnny Depp's character "Agent Sands" in the sequel to Desperado called "Once Upon A Time In Mexico."

Sands would be doing all sorts of cloak and dagger stuff for the CIA. But Keith wasn't doing cloak and dagger stuff for the CIA. Of course Keith was going to ease drop on the conversation between Nanda, Asiv, and Kazahana.

But Keith wasn't going to barge in and interrupt stuff. Instead, Keith was going to gather information. He was good at it. Which was why he was promoted to a gang officer in the first place.

However, Keith had to be prepared. In preparation, Keith searched online and purchased all spy equipment. Since it was a private room, Keith couldn't get any video intel. He would have to get audio intel.

Which was why Keith was sitting in a table in the regular dining area. He was in disguise as well as he wore on a red business jacket, blue dress shirt, and black tie, with dark blue khaki pants, and black shoes.

Keith was wearing a dummy arm on his left shoulder making it look like his actual left arm as it was propped up on his table. His right hand would be free to move about. Keith's actual left arm was underneath a table covertly holding a directional microphone aimed at the private room in the back.

Overhearing the conversation about a dinner date with Kazahana during a private meeting, you can bet your sweet ass Keith was going to show up. But he wouldn't make himself known outright.

Asiv and Nanda already knew what Keith looked like after shaving his beard and trimming his hair. Instead, Keith would be wearing a Capone hat over his head and dark blue lensed wire-frame shades over his eyes. He would have an earpiece hooked up to his cellphone. However, his cellphone would be hooked up to the directional mic.

"What's your angle, Mr. Kazahana..." Keith quietly said to himself.

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv went through the formality steps, wondering how this was all going to go down. He spotted his blonde friend (Who will remain an NPC for now) find a spot to sit in the smoking area, interesting choice, but meh. He would then sit and look over the menu. Asiv wasn't one for win either, he liked mixes, like Jack Daniels and Coke. But only little bits at a time. Unless you count when he parties, he has beer, american, german, irish, whatever, beer. and then gets out the beer slide... Thats another story.

"Yes I'm interestingly happy I am not interupting tonight."

Asiv was one to play dumb. Usually he played it rather well, Hiroko was one of few who could see through it. But either way, the menu looked good, no? To Asiv he had a miniature him appear on his left shoulder saying.

"Hoy.... Get the clam chowder."

Apon his right shoulder another him appeared, except wearing green and not the blue.

"No.... You should just beat up everyone and take the woman for yourself."

Asiv almost spoke back to the two outloud but didn't and said it in his head. "You two are no help." about then he decided on what to order, and waited for whatever was going to proceed tonight, to go along with it.

[Milova]

Mr. Kazahana was pleased. He had expected that Asiv would sit back and let his faculty do the interrogating, rather, he opted to be present himself. The Rama representative was sure he'd brought protection. The man was much like former Principle Laring's rival Dimir, using students as weapons. Pillars and gang leaders were nothing but novelties. There were much more effective ways to control todays martial arts obsessed youth, as Principle Leer was practicing in #499 on Kazahana's behalf.

The businessman smiled, calling himself out from his out reverie. Still, he studied the man who had fancied himself a ruler. Asiv was younger than expected. He looked rather young. Though he was in the same age group as Dimir and Leer, he acted as though he were in Ronin's. Interesting mask to choose. Kazahana was sure it was partially true, which made it easier to employ. A sloppy choice. One that lacked finesse. If you were going to use a mask using truth, you use all of the truth. Hide in plain sight, as it was said.

Nevertheless, this man must have a modicum of intellect if he was able to steal from Rama Corp, and even reproduce his own strain of Brimestone. Yes, that would be the topic of most interest tonight. There was time however. No reason not to enjoy oneself while your associates squirm under their skin in anxiety.

"Now, Mr. Asiv, Oki, if you don't mind me using your first name, my dear, It's my pleasure to be here this afternoon, to answer any questions you may have about my product in testing, Brimestone. Which, I'm sure, you can expect that I myself may have some inquiries of my own. Do enjoy yourselves, however. I find that business can be most efficient when conducted in a relaxed atmosphere. Don't you agree, Oki?"

[Keith]

"Now, Mr. Asiv, Oki, if you don't mind me using your first name, my dear, It's my pleasure to be here this afternoon, to answer any questions you may have about my product in testing, Brimestone. Which, I'm sure, you can expect that I myself may have some inquiries of my own. Do enjoy yourselves, however. I find that business can be most efficient when conducted in a relaxed atmosphere. Don't you agree, Oki?"

That was what Keith managed to pick up using the directional mic he held underneath his table directed towards the private room rented for the three to discuss business over. The major players were in that room: Mr. Asiv, Professor Nanda, and Mr. Kazahana.

He would keep quiet and keep the directional microphone aimed at the room. It seemed the talking would commence and Keith wanted to pick up as much information as possible. In a time time this, information as a valuable commodity. As long as you have juicy information, you have assets.

Keith was curious about what questions they were going to ask Kazahana. He was curious about what answers Kazahana was going to give back to them. During that fateful group meeting, it was established that Kazahana doesn't give out straight answers.

His answers were either in puzzles or didn't make any damn sense at all. Only thing Keith could do is listen in and gather as much information on the man as possible. However, there were questions of his own Keith wanted to ask Kazahana. All he got from Mouse Astrarian Pyronan or M.A.P. was that Kazahana was the "King of Dangerous."

At the time, the waitress came to Keith's table with his food. Seasoned barbeque pork. She would place the dish of food on the table for Keith along with a shot of tequila with a lime on the glass. Grabbing the fork with his right hand, Keith would dig into that pork and take a bite out of it.

Keith nod.

"This is good, this is damn good," Keith said to the waitress. He would add, "can I get an order of nachos as well?"

The waitress nodded and headed to the kitchen. While Keith would eat his seasoned barbeque pork, he would continue to easedrop on the meeting with his directional microphone.

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv watched Kazahana, with the different colored eyes... Few really knew why his eyes where like that, but that wasn't really the issue, it was why he was watching him. Behind him he saw a bigger version of the little green guy making faces at Kazahana... It wasn't amusing, it was odd... Why was he seeing this? He never halucinated before. Was he finally cracking? Either way the him in green spoke.

"Asiv... My friend, brother, me. I've got a suggestion.... Why dont you just get yer boy in here and have him dispose of this joker, right now? Oh yeah, yeah I know you want imformation, I want it to, but wouldn't it be easier to just kick his ass and take him back?"

About the the one that wore the white suit was standing next to him shaking his head at the one in Green.

"You retard... Think about it, Asiv brought protection, Kazahana KNEW we where coming. There is no doubt he has more people in this resteraunt, than we have students that go to the fecking school."

Asiv was doing his best to pay attention tot he him's argue, Kazahana, and Oki at the same time without seeming... Distracted. In his mind though, since they where being at least alittle more helpful than before, he would think. "Finally you guys aren't being stupid."

But then the one in Green freaked out.

"No... Body.... Move.... I dropped the ring of power.... We must find it and destroy it in the hell fire that spawned it..."

Asiv's right eye brow twitched. as his mind thought. "Fucking idiots."

Finally Asiv would speak for himself, out loud, to Kazahana.

"Well, seems business is gonna have to be played a bit like a game for a while. How about, you ask a question, then I ask a question. Work for you, Mr. Kazahana?"

He really wasn't trying to be rude or anything, thats just how he had it going in his head... Though Asiv didn't seem to have direction, and acted/is not fully mature. He didn't like beating around the bush when he wanted something. Though he was wondering where the waiter/waitress was so he could order his food.