Utterly Mad

Seb raises his hand in acknowledgement, careful not to display his claws too prominently.  Leaning an elbow on the counter, he gives a small recap of what happened.

"Yeah, damned fool dealer thought it would be a good idea to threaten your boy here..." he points a claw at the top of Mac's head beneath Jared's arm, "...with deadly force.  Didn't have time to sniff out his intentions in a smoke shop full of smoldering green, so we had take him out."

Seb shrugs, almost helplessly.

"Mac tells me he would've surrendered, but I'm no mind reader.  I just know what people think they're not telling me."  He taps a claw on his snout for emphasis.

Pushing himself off the counter, he starts toward the back.

"Anyway, I'll need to see your brother at his shop later after I've finished up with this job.  Ran a bit short on my medicine.  We'll talk later."

He heads out the back, motioning for the others to follow. 

Irving follows seb "Aight Wolfie, let's go." he says.

The man with very peculiar looks that hinted to a very peculiar taste sat along with four other ruffians guzzling down booze and promptly spilling it everywhere including on the sleeves of the man's relatively clean outfit. He rolled his eyes as the dealer, looking just as rugged, played out cards before the group. The dealer's eyes scrutinized the man with peculiar looks, as he was quite different than the surrounding men who were a foot taller than him, bigger, and far more threatening looking. The man looked at the cards as they slid across the table to the edge before him. The man fiddled with her mechanical gloves below the table.

Once all the cards were distributed for the quick game of 21, the man removed his hands from under the table with some difficulty. Around his hands, big, industrialized gloves that steamed from small valves on the knuckles. The barbarians around chuckled and sloppily pointed to the sight. The man's gloves were bigger than his own head, and deemed parallel to clowns who wore bigger shoes than their own feet. The man, however, did not flinch nor acknowledge the mockery and delicately, even with the gloves the size of an adult head, scanned his cards. A smile curved up his face.

"Hit me.... Hit me..... Hit me... Twenty-one."

The man repeated for several rounds, each time consistently winning. The barbarians grew restless and more agitated with each victory and even more money stacking up for the Man. After winning for the seventh time in a row and accumulating over two hundred dollars, the man wasn't surprised to feel the shower of a deck of cards being thrown at his face from the frustrated ruffian next to him.

"Ey, you tink'ya gon' steal all our mon'y and get away wit it? You's cheat!" The beast's breath smelt so intoxicated with cheap liquor, the man could feel himself catch a buzz.

The man plucked the King of Hearts off of his shoulder an slipped it into his long sleeve pocket. "Steal, no. Obliterate the competition and win the money fair and square? Yes. I'll do that. Well, I already did." The man then grabbed a mechanical fist full of cash, which was all of the cash on the table. Then he pushed himself out, the abused chair wobbled and screeched as he stepped up and started to walk away. That was until he could feel the grasp of a ruffian wrap around his arm.

"Oh no, we's ain' gonna let dat 'appen, ya see?" The other ruffians all stood up, setting there large mugs of booze on the table, which was a first. They popped their knuckles, necks, and other limbs. The man wiggled his fingers as the man grasping him pulled him around, the ruffians hands grasping his shoulder holding him firm as the beasts walked over threateningly "Who do ya think ya are?"

The man smiled.

"Jove, that's who. Not to forget my favorites co-workers, Cash and Money" Jove wiggled his gloves. With that one liner, Jove could already sense where this was going, as any other cheesy movie he had seen, he took the handful of money and tossed it into the air. Thankfully to the power of the mechanics in his gloves, the money flew up and spread out liberally. Bills flew along with winking coins in the light. He felt the grip lighten around his shoulder, which meant go time.

Jove placed his foot on the shin of the ruffian holding him and pushed his weight back to add inertia as he elbowed the ruffian holding him with both arms right into the gut. Hands released from Jove's shoulder, money flicked his brow. Seconds pass as the ruffian crumples over and Jove leaps forward, right fist extended, or "Cash" as it's formally known. Steam erupted from the glove back at Jove as it propelled him forward til it made connection with the rather foul smelling ruffian. The ruffian was knocked back, his hands raising to punch back but not fast enough for Jove's left fist, "Money", as it came in from the flank landing and smashing across his face. The foul ruffian spun around from the force and fell face first onto a nearby table smashing the dishes to the floor.

The other two ruffians who were standing by the table in shock and awe started sprinting for Jove. Jove took stance and prepped his gloves for another round. A foot away from being tackled, Jove pulled his right leg around over his left as he extended Money outward which promptly clothes-lined the first ruffians whose neck got caught around the wrist of the gloves and momentum shot him up, and then back down to the floor with a satisfying back-flop. Jove flipped his left leg over his right which got him facing the final ruffian.

The ruffian raised his fists, ready to box. Jove did the same, he was ready for another bout.

Name: Jove "The King Of Hearts" Mode
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Weapon:   Mechanical gloves the size of an adults head. Full of parts and gizmos that give it the power to punch and launch people across the room, propel the user forward in a quick burst, and break down a wall with relative ease. They're hard to slip off without the help of someone else.
Uniform: [Standard Gap Grey White Checkered Cardigan Over Discount White Button Up Long-Sleeve With Classy Black Pants That Look Like Dress Pants But Are Actually Jeans]
General Inventory: King of Hearts, inhaler, wallet with $32

Perks: Inexplicable Good Luck | Inexplicable Bad Luck
Traits: Asthmatic | Charming | Quick
Skills: Face Punching (Melee Combat) | Seduction | Fighting Maneuvers
Backstory: (My rule, I incorporate it into narative.)

Jove lowered his his fists and fixed himself from fighting posture to fix, rigid, and proper. "My apologies, Madame. For the mess and the ceiling." He stepped forward and kicked some of the cash on the floor towards Mrs. Margret. "I'm sure the money on the ground will pay for it all, anything extra you can keep, and if there isn't enough money, well, I'm sure these fellas would be more than happy to pick up my tab. Right fellas?" Jove patted Cash into Money. The ruffians groaned in what sounded like agreement. Jove smiled and brushed himself off with his over sized hands. "I'll just escort myself out, it's been lovely, really." He walked, carefully moving around the broken dishes from earlier, and to the exit.

Seb rushed back inside as the heated argument reached a breaking point upon his ears, only to witness a...gentleman of sorts soundly beating his much larger (and clearly drunk by the smell) assailants into submission, along with Mrs. Margaret's trademark conflict resolution, much to the dismay of his sensitive hearing, as he was standing closer than he should.  He took in the aromas of the scene as the gentleman made his exit; booze, steam, and heated oil mixed with a thinning heavy anxiety and a hint of...sweet, citric joviality?

Intriguing.  A good showing in spite of the intoxicated state of the other contenders.  It reminded him of...someone he used to know.  Seb glances back and motions with his head at Irving and Zidia that he was going to follow the gloved brawler, stepping around the mayhem with deft strides as he follows the stranger out to the front lot. 

Keeping a respectable distance, arms resting at his sides, he says, "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?"

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

"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..."