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[Completed]a bunch of greased up dudes; they're all slippin and slidin around it's good times, really
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"Hm?" Jacob had been watching the bartender out of the corner of his eye as he had been banishing the stench of booze breath with sips from the minty mojito. The man had been acting a little strange ever since he'd hung up the phone. Nervous, or on edge - though to Jacob's mind anyone who worked in a casino like the Kitty Kat had to be at least a little nervous, or crazy. He had honestly not noticed the gigantic man until he'd spoken up, which was a little unnerving for the rabbit. Still, he did his best not to let that show as he turned his head and looked up (and then up some more) to the man.

"In the...Oh!" It took him a moment to realize what Muerte had meant, then smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. Performing has never been of great interest to me." Jacob's voice was the kind that could be masculine or feminine with just a slight change of tone, which really didn't help matters when he dressed like this. He wondered himself how the large man knew him, or at least thought he did. Rabbit Mayjuu (mayjuu in general, really) weren't all that common, and unless he'd seen one of the times some of Jacob's escapades had ended up in a paper somewhere - an occurrence that was, while not all that common, not unheard of - he had no clue as to how Muerte had seen him before. "You're a wrestler,
yes?"
he asked, gesturing to the towering man's masked face with a slim hand.

He turned around on the stool, still holding his drink as he looked out at the casino floor. "I'm more of an information broker, really," he said, glossing over his occasional stint as a thief as well. He knew how people tended to look on that sort of thing, even if he thought it was silly. "I'm Jacob. Jacob Mintlane. It's nice to meet you, Mister Muerte." he added, smiling up at the man as he offered his hand to shake.

Turned as he was, he completely missed when the bartender disappeared.
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"Jacob?" Muerte pondered, "Is that a woman's name?" He quickly glossed over that point of confusion, chalking it up to his ignorance of cultures outside his own. What the rabbit did address itself as was much more intriguing.

"An information broker you say? Sounds like an interesting lifestyle. How widespread is your practice? Are you doing well for yourself?" Muerte began to pour out a glass of his rum. Often Muerte would just drink straight from the bottle but he was feeling somewhat reserved. He felt as though things were finally going his way tonight and he didn't want to do anything to steer his luck off course. Taking a sip of his beverage he looked closer at this Jacob.

The ears she wore were certainly lifelike. Were they more than mere costume? What would an information broker need with false rabbit ears? He supposed it could be something she wore to stand out from the crowd, maybe it was her signature. She certainly had an energetic, upbeat air about her, maybe the rabbit simply resonated with her nature. Maybe she chose to embody the animal as it fit so closely to who she was. Maybe it was even her Zodiac sign.
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"Mmm, well enough, really," Jacob said with a smile, one ear cocking toward the giant of a man. "And really, I go wherever seems interesting." His ear swiveled back to face front again, suggesting that they were (along with the tail that Muerte couldn't see from this point of view) something other than props and costume. Then he looked up at the huge man with a smile. "Do you want to know-"

"WHERE IS THAT BASTARD!" The doors of the casino - both of them - burst open with a crash, and a big man in a white suit and overcoat barged in, followed close behind by half a dozen bulky men whose cheap suits, heavy builds, and suggestive coat bulges all but screamed 'muscle.' The man in the lead strode a few steps into the room, looking around with his hands on his hips. "Where is he!?" he shouted again, his eyes raking the room and the crowd. "Where is that bastard Taibug!?"

"Oh..." Jacob murmured, his ears folding back as he took in the newcomers. "This isn't good..."
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As Jacob was beginning to respond, a great commotion from outside interrupted her. The hum of conversation died down and Muerte could just barely make out what sounded like a man making demands. A robbery? Wallace came bursting out of the back room with a handful of his subordinates following suit, racing through the alternative gaming room out the door to the source of the commotion. Glancing over at the woman he stood up and walked over to the entrance. An irate man in a white suit could be seen gripping Marco by the collar, berating him mere inches from his face.

"Please sir, would you mind setting my subordinate down? I'll be happy to address any demands you might have," said Wallace, raising his hands up meekly.

"Do you know who I am you insect?" Shouted the man.

"Yes sir, Mr. Ertsol sir."

"Now tell me, where is that rodent? I was happily enjoying myself across town in one of the many Erstol family establishments when I found out some no name RAT was overheard slandering our proud name! The name of my beloved brother!" The man's thick head had become bright red with fury, and spit was flying out of his gaping, goateed maw. Not only had he not let go of Marco, he was now swinging him to and fro in his rage.

With no context to understand the situation, Muerte merely looked on in fascination at the display. This certainly could prove to be an entertaining distraction. As Wallace attempted to subdue the Mafia boss, an elevator that had been heavily guarded and previously unused slid open. A tall slender man with dark skin, a charcoal beard and a royal blue tuxedo emerged surrounded by an impressive looking security team. The ring of the elevator bell seemed to make Wallace jump as he cautiously turned to witness the new addition.

"What in God's name are you doing making demands in my casino Erstol?" The man bellowed, his thunderous voice so powerful and intimidating that anyone who had previously chosen to ignore the affair was now promptly taking notice. The tall man thrust his finger in Erstol's direction, and continued to challenge his authority. "This is a Gamahn family establishment! You can't just barge in here and toss around my employees!"
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Jacob's ears quiver as he hurries after the large man. This he had to see. It was like watching two trains on the same track; you knew what was going to happen, but you couldn't look away, because you didn't want to miss the crash. Jacob knew who owned the casino -- which was like saying that he knew that water was wet, or that bears ran for office in the woods, because everyone knew who owned the Kitty Kat -- and Ralstra Gamahn was not one who tolerated people barging into his establishments with impunity.

Especially when the barger (not to mention his underlings) belonged to the Ertsol family, with whom the Gamahn family was currently feuding over a laundry list of offenses (both real and perceived).

"Ooooh, this is very bad," Jacob murmured as Ertsol - Cobal, he was pretty sure - flung the luckless Marco aside and jabbed a finger at Gamahn in counter to the dark-skinned man's own accusatory finger and bellowed voice. "Very bad indeed. Those two hate each other. Even more than their families hate one another. This place is going to be an absolute mess in a minute." He could see Gamahn men moving out from their hiding places to prepare to confront the Ertsol men, more of which were coming through the doors in their boss's wake.

Jacob smiled. This was sooooo bad. The best kind of bad. The kind that was loud and hazardous and very distracting. Exactly the sort of event he'd been hoping for all night! He was about to slip away again, when he considered Muerte. The giant man would be an easy target in the coming clash, if only as collateral damage. Hm...Maybe he could be of some use?

The bunny reached up and tugged on Muerte's sleeve. "We should probably see if there's another way out of here," he said, trying to lead the large man away from the view from the door as the two mob men shouted at one another across the casino floor. "Pretty soon they're going to get fed up with just yelling and then the real noise is going to start."
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The situation had escalated to soaring heights the likes of which Muerte wouldn't dare to hope for. And from what the rabbit eared woman was saying, it was only going to get better. Rubbing his hands together giddily he continued to peer around the corner, ignoring her warnings. This was the sort of show he could only dream of witnessing, and he might even be able to take part in the spectacle. He wasn't about to give up on this opportunity, especially when the night had proven to be such a disappointment so far.

Erstol was finished harassing the mook, and punctuated it by tossing the man to the floor. It was now time to confront his true enemy. No wonder some lowlife with no respect for the prestigious Erstol family name was lurking in this festering pit. Any patron who'd consider this tacky joint acceptable was surely worthless scum like Gamahn himself.

The rival chieftains came nose to nose, the lanky man looming over his stocky counterpart. With no more use for words, only animalistic growling emanated from their clenched teeth. Their soldiers stood behind them, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

Almost simultaneously the two broke out in a rabid melee. Erstol grappling Gamahn by the waist attempting to topple the giant over, Gamahn launching elbow after elbow into Erstol's shoulder. The army of followers jumped into action just seconds later, making sure to leave their kings to their duel, not daring to disrespect their honor as warriors by assisting them.

The riot nearly brought a tear to Muerte's eye. It was so raw, so beautiful, so utterly pathetic. This was the purest representation of man's fragile ego. If only he could capture this moment for the world to witness. With a hearty laugh, Muerte sprinted into the madness. At last his vacation had proven to be successful. He couldn't ask for a better outcome.

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If Jacob chooses to ignore the skirmish and seek asylum in the now unguarded back rooms of the casino, he'll discover that just inside the doorway is a long L shaped hallway. There will be a door directly to his right that appears to be an office with several monitors, a mini-fridge, and a locked safe. As he travels further down the hall it will briefly widen on the left side, where some couches will be situated on either side of a door leading to a break room. If he continues to the end, he'll see that as the hallway turns, there'll be an emergency exit, as well as a set of stairs leading up to a second floor.
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Meanwhile, at Leji's hotel room.


Both the taxi driver and the receptionnist at the hotel had to drag Leji from the seat he was sleeping on. Too drunk to wake, to drunk to walk, he became a burden for these two unfortunate men who had to deal with such a moron. First, they wondered if they just couldn't let him sleep on the sidewalk, but that would have been bad for the hotel reputation.
Therefore, the receptionnist – by himself once the taxi driver got rid of his « package » - had to grab the thief under the armpits and make sure he would slide to the elevator.

Finding the room's keys in Taibug's pocket was the most awkward part of the job since the latter, half conscious, muttered :

- Mmmmh... Keep going... lower.... a bit on the right.... You're close honey, so close... mmmh...

Brave but greedy, the receptionnist managed to find the key and stole a few bills in Leji's pocket for his trouble. He deserved it anyway.
Once he found the bed, the skinny hotel worker used all his pathetic strenght to put Leji on it. His task was done and he finally left, hoping he wouldn't have to do it again until one other drunk arrived to the hotel.

After a few minutes of sleep, the drunk thief woke up in his bed when choking on his own vomit. Coughing and then heading to the bathroom to wash his face, Leji tried to remember how he managed to end his evening in such a « brightful » way.
Some memories coming back to him accentuated his headaches. A female dressed as a rabbit, a wrestler and the sound of slot machines. That was a beginning.

- Oh yeah, the Kitty Kat....

Even though he was half baked at the moment, the crafty thief still had one card to play. After all, he didn't have time to gamble before being thrown off the casino.
Asking the receptionnist for the Kitty Kat's number, Leji cleared his throat, trying to act as sober as he could and give them a call.

- Is it the Kitty Kat ? Yeah, I'm the lieutenant Dan from Chance Town's police station. We have some good reason to think that a terrorist attack is being prepared in one of the casino in the area.

He could hear the person on the line swallowing her own saliva.

- Listen to me, I don't want you to panick. It could be in any casino, I'm just checking with everyone to make sure the suspect isn't in your establishment. The guy happens to be some big fellow with a wrestling mask on his face. As long as he isn't near the roulette table, I'd say you're fine.

Good old fashioned bomb alert was always a success considering how panicked the girl he was discussing with behaved. Smiling in a wicked way, Lejinoss tried to act as surprised as possible while he was preventing himself from laughing out loud.

- Are you sure it's him ? A wrestling mask ? You're adamant sure he fits the description ?

As if people looking like Muerte were thousands in Chance Town.

- I don't know if the police will make it here quick enough, you've got to find a way to stop him before we get here. I'm counting on you miss. The nation security rest on your shoulders, you can be proud of you !

Once he was done putting so much pressure on the poor girl, the sly thief hung up and fell on the bed exhausted. For sure, being an asshole was a tiresome job but he never failed to his task.

- Hehe, fucker...

Proud of his last achievement, Leji slept like a baby.

Meanwhile, at the Kitty Kat...
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"H-hey, wait!" Jacob took a step, reaching after Muerte as the enormous man charged off to join in the melee with a look of pure joy on his masked face. He hesitated himself, not wanting to get into the melee that the clash between the two mobsters was quickly becoming. He didn't want to abandon Muerte (who was, frankly, the only decent person he'd met here) but...He looked back at the doorway that led further into the casino's recesses, then muttered a swear word.

He drew the Lion's Paw out of his purse, setting the bag down somewhere he hoped it would stay safe. The gauntlet slid onto his arm and he flexed his fingers in the weapon as he plucked the key from it's spot. As the chain fed out of it's hiding place, he gathered it in his armored hand and turned away from the melee. He was NOT a fighter. Not really. Meanwhile, Muerte had the look of being the exact opposite, and fully capable of handling himself! If he was going to do some snooping, he'd not get a better chance!

He kicked off his heels before trotting down the hallway, headed for the L-bend. Sure, he could run in high heels, but really, they were loud, and he'd be faster without them. He slid around the corner, peering into what he presumed to be the security room. He noted the safe, but that would be...well, simple. He'd remember it, though, and come back! He hurried to the stairs and began taking them two at a time, eager to see what was above!
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At the top of the stairs, Jacob would find himself in a lavish office overlooking the casino floor, where a portly man was looking out the window in terror at the turmoil. He turned and started heading over to his desk, but stopped as soon as he noticed Jacob.

"Y-you're not supposed to be in here," he stuttered. His eyes instinctively glancing over to his desk. "D-d-don't make me call security!" He continued as he inched closer. He wet his lips and his eyes made contact with the paper shredder next to his desk.

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The soldiers were caught off guard by Muerte's presence. Muerte took his opportunity to sock one of Erstol's henchmen in the side of the head, plunging the man to the floor. The Kitty Kat security guard who had been fighting him was confused, but happy that this enormous stranger seemed to be on his side. The guard assumed Muerte was a member of the Gamahn family. He certainly looked the part. Unfortunately, the guard was mistaken. Muerte grabbed the man by his collar and hoisted him up in the air. A deep fear spread across his face as Muerte slammed the top of his head as hard as he could into the man's nose, before tossing him into the crowd of ants.

A few of the fighters turned as they heard the guard squeal, before being toppled by his incapacitated body. One of the men that lay underneath, was Marco. Marco and the Erstol family member took a moment to gather their wits, and cooperatively moved the man off of them. Marco's left arm had been dislocated from the impact, and the other man had a hairline fracture in one of his ribs. Neither of them knew exactly what to do about the large man, and Marco was regretting having roused his ire earlier.

Muerte was far too distracted to remember such trivialities, and had moved on to other victims. Erstol and Gamahn similarly hadn't noticed Muerte's arrival, and their duel was now taking place on the lush red carpeting. Erstol was on top, struggling with his short arms to grasp Gamahn's neck while the latter threw swing after swing at the fat man's face; swatting away his thick fingers with his free hand.

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The receptionist swallowed as she listened to the man on the phone describe a bomb threat - a potential threat - to the Kitty Kat. She sat in her little office at the very front of the casino, isolated from the rest of the building. She was, when she thought about it,a glorified answering machine and greeter. This wasn't something she was really expected to handle! She would have to...well, go and ask her boss what to do.

She turned after hanging up the phone, and hesitated. The casino was always pretty loud and rowdy, but tonight it was quite a bit louder. What was going on back there? She opened the door to the main casino floor, and stepped into a maelstrom. Men fighting here and there. Some of the guests had joined in! Others had clearly run. But...what was going on?!

...


No. She turned, picked up her coat, and walked througd h the front door of the casino. This was not what she was paid for. She was a receptionist, not a bouncer. It wasn't her problem to deal with. Clearly it would sort itself out without her sticking her nose in. Frankly, given how things looked to be going, maybe a bomb would be an improvement...

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Jacob stopped at the top of the stairs. The office was probably not what he was expecting, but that was okay. Honestly, he was running on instinct here; he'd not been to a casino before, so who knew what he'd really expected to find. But a portly man, an office, a desk with stacks of paper, and one of those industrial-grade shredders? Goodness no.

"You know, I hear that a lot," Jacob said as he tilted his head curiously. Ooh yes, he could see what was going to happen here. That wouldn't do. He lashed out with the bladed chain, aiming between the man and his desk and scoring a slash across the carpet.

"None of that!" he shouted, as if the man didn't quite get it and needed the hint. He stepped forward with a grin, leaning on the desk to peer upside down at the documents there. "Besides, the security is already kind of busy,
you know? I doubt they'd come, even if you pushed that little button."
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