Utterly Mad

"Quite a show you put on there.  Perhaps more than those blighters deserved."  He pauses, quietly sniffing the air to try to gauge the stranger's general emotional state before continuing.  "Forgive my curiosity, but you don't strike me as a local.  I'm Sebastian Trask, Deliverance Company.  What brings one like yourself to our neck of the woods?"

Jove was about to leave, but turned his head to make sure he was the one being talked to. Sure enough, a mutant with the strong resemblance of a wolf in shiny, plated armor was trying to grab his attention. Jove flipped his whole body around and faced the inquisitor. "Thank you. When I start punching I don't stop until everyone's gotten a taste." He raised Cash and clenched his hand. "That or until someone's ceiling get's shot." Jove winked and glanced to Mrs. Margret, who seemed to be walking to him. Jove stuck his hand for a shake, "I'm Jove Mode. Sometimes, and by that I mean never, I'm referred to as 'The King Of Hearts'. A tad dramatic, but I think it fits. By the way, I'll try not to crush your hand- er, paw." ((Assuming they shake hands.)) Jove gives a handshake that to him feels weak, but to the mutant it feels like like a car compacter crushing down on the paw. He relinquished the grip and stuck his over-sized hands into his over-sized pockets. "As for what I'm doing here, that's a tough one to talk about." Jove's brow furrowed for a split second as the happy curve of his lips wavered momentarily, but then went back to the frozen positions. "Let's just say it's inexplicable good luck and bad luck for why I'm here."

"Wow, you are a proper gent arent you?"
Zidia turns back to the rest of her companions
"Well, lets get payed, and i think this fella might be good to show to our employers."

Jove's eyes dashed to the talking figure near the mutant, who looked cheerful, but Jove could sense something menacing beneath the metal exterior. "Employers?" Before he could follow up anymore, a man looking quite a bit like a blue, neon glowstick followed up behind.

Irving follows seb,"I agree," he says to seb, he turns to Jove "Names Irving, I get information for big influential figures." he says.

"That's interesting." Jove nervously laughed, somewhat Irving's outfit, but more because he felt a bit crowded and on edge by all these new people. "I'm Jove Mode." Then, Margret, who'd been walking to him for some time finally busted into conversation.

"You're with the deliverance company right? Don't get ****ed but your payment ain't cold cash, its information, information that your boss is going to use. But knowing your types you'd rather have cash, and since I have to use said cash to fix up the place... well..."[/color], she pauses momentarily "Hrm... hows-about this, we got a few pricks down south of here robbing potential customers on the highway. You teach them a lesson, you can keep whatever they have and I'll let you drink here for free," Pausing for dramatic tension "Forever. Or for as long as I live!  Hahaha! Alright but seriously are you good with the job?"

"I'm not with the deliverance company, no." Jove's neck began to tighten, so he pulled out a large hand and delicately loosened his collar. He felt like he was burning up with all these people around. "But, I suppose if money doesn't work here, I have to pay my dues somehow..."