A Business deal on Yokohama

[Stefan]

As he entered the lounge, although discreetely, the energy of the place rose. Musica wore a simple pair of white shirt and a red business suit over it. The signature helmet displayed a bouncing smile with the occasional appearance of music symbols around it as he walked. Not too far behind came three other Kusarian and the Samuran guide, far more business dressed with the exception of the girl.

The first man of a pair wore square glasses and full black, and while the sides of his head still had hair, the bald top shone with the lights of the place. He held a briefcase on one of his hands and seemed to be speaking on a comm device rigged on his ear. From the attire, one could safely assume that man was Musica's lawyer.

The second one, however, looked nothing like the first. If one would imagine taking away the dark glasses and putting up a centuries-old armour, the midsized, midaged japanese man would certainly look like a samurai. Scanning everyone on the room as he followed from a fixed distance, the bodyguard seemed to be making calculations about which ways to employ should anyone try anything 'funny', though judging by his appearance the man's definition of 'funny' wasn't what it was meant to be.

The last person, however, had absolutelly no idea where she was. Smaller than anyone else, the japanese girl had deep-pink hair, fashion-yellow glasses and spurt every pallet collor possible on her attire, without repeating itself once - except perhaps for her shoes, which had the same color.

Musica came foward, guided by the Samuran and followed only by his bodyguard, greeting anyone who came close enough. He expected to be expected, however, and decided to make it simple. As he came close to the booth where Kaido sat, the helmet display changed to a smiling icon, nothing else. Crystal clear, the helmet spoke, synthesizing his voice as he drew close to a handshake.

Musica: "Konnichiwa Marahu-sama. It's very good to meet you in person."