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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309379]Voss and Sanford's CS[/url]
[hider=Voss' Status][color=purple]Voss' Location:[/color]
Undetermined

[color=purple]Voss' Mood:[/color]
Craving Violence

[color=purple]Voss' Status:[/color]
Scratched up, but otherwise healthy

[color=purple]Voss' Inventory:[/color]
Curved Saber
A pair of Jakobs pistols

[color=purple]Voss' Mentions:[/color]
[@teapartybs][@Thatguyinastore][@Kagebaka][@cadesmith][@SomeMekBoy][@TheRealMonaMona][@ClownTown]
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[hider=Sanford's Status]Sanford's Location:
Undetermined

[color=gray]Sanford's Mood:[/color]
Oblivious

[color=gray]Sanford's Status:[/color]
Scratched up, but otherwise healthy

[color=gray]Sanford's Inventory:[/color]
A Meathook

[color=gray]Sanford's Mentions:[/color]
[@Thatguyinastore][@Attesa][@darkred]
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[color=gray]"Who am I?”[/color] Sanford finally turned to face Grey and, subsequently, Thomas. His constant chuckling and overall attitude so far came off as very jock-ish to the two. It's a wonder how the grunt could be so enthusiastic when he visibly has these wounds across his face and body that drip black tar. He pouts.

[color=gray]“I'm Sanford, A.A.H.W. butcherer extraordinaire! That's a fancy way of saying 'mercenary.’ If you need someone like me to snuff a life out for ya and you got the cash, I'm the man! Aheha!”[/color]

For emphasis, he withdrew his signature meathook and grabbed it by the wire to spin the hook around like a fan. He rotated toward Thomas while still spinning the bloodstained weapon.

[color=gray]“Director of a spy agency? Doc would [i]love[/i] you.”[/color]

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Voss started to cringe heavily as Fret didn't let off on the questioning. If he could, without risking to experience what happened to the guy with the bat, he'd shut Fret up the only way he knew how: [i]with good ol’ violence![/i] Like grabbing him and shaking him like a newborn baby! Of course, threats could work just fine, but Voss had a feeling Fret was so dense they'd fly over his head. Thankfully for the hateful captain, he never really got a chance to answer, as Fret instead focused his attention on the answer Tosai got, and then discarded the curious nature entirely. Voss swiped his brow in relief.

[color=purple]"Phew! Aye, the pirate life, it's… uh… [i]pretty cool I guess…”[/i][/color] He almost brought that last part to a whisper before immediately returning it to his normal boisterous volume. He caught a glance of a blur flying across his peripheral and began to look around for where it came from. Voss rotated and stopped and rotated again in place several times in confusion, until eventually spotting Fret speaking to Negan in an angry, naive manner. Voss mindlessly followed Fret, now taking the role as the curious one. What exactly happened here?

[color=purple]“Ey ey, let's settle down, aye? Who threw huat? Who said huat? Gimme the juicy details!”[/color]

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