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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]
Wary

[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][@davefromdiscord]
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[hider=Sanford's Status][color=gray]Sanford's Location:[/color]
Undetermined

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

[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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At one point in their ordeal, the dull woman from before returned in a noticeably different outfit as she directed the others from the cage to a lift. There, the man who was only known as “Mister Luthor” would await them all. Voss didn’t seem to worry at all, at least, not at the moment. He lagged behind the group, allowing himself to be one of the last ones to leave. The sea captain also got out of his way to catcall the woman on his way out, too. 

Sanford, on the other hand, shoved his way toward the front of the group and thus was one of the first to exit. Though he didn’t interact with much verbally, all his obnoxious pushing aside was definitely getting unwanted attention. He could’ve sworn a handful of the strangers gave him the stink eye or shoved him in return… Or both. Just to spice things up to start.

Regardless, not much happened in the time the two of them were on the elevator, as an unusual silence had taken over the majority of the squad. Very few actually dared to whisper, and the dull woman kept her mouth zipped. Sanford excitedly looked about the elevator interior in wonder in this period of time while Voss simply stared at his feet for a few minutes. When the lift had taken everyone where they needed to be, the duo returned to their original formations, with Voss in the back and Sanford in the front.

The room they entered was far nicer than whatever it was that they were kept in. They were even jealous, in a way. At least, Voss was. Smack-dab in the middle of the room was a large desk, at which a bald man was sitting. He made sure to introduce himself quickly, seeing as he was in a bit of a rush, it seems. He was Lex Luthor, and he waited eagerly for the others to relax enough to listen…

… Good luck, Luthor.

Sanford marched his way toward the man in green, pushing more folks aside and making sure he got close to Luthor’s face. At least, close enough to see the man’s head. He made a variety of silly faces to see what the reflection of Luthor’s head looked like.

[color=gray]“WHOA! I think I can see my future off that, dawg! And I thought Hank’s head couldn’t get any shinier!”[/color]

Meanwhile, Voss walked about the room aimlessly. He was mostly taking in the scenery as he waited for Luthor’s desk to become less crowded. Maybe he could find the time to threaten the bald man to take Voss home. He rested a hand on one of his Jakobs holsters while he wandered toward where Kira got himself a drink. The old man didn’t sit down, but he did select a bottle of bourbon from the cabinets to pour into a glass. He sipped on it occasionally while staying somewhat attentive toward Luther. Voss heard Kira talk by himself, and the captain huffed before grumbling something in response.

[color=purple]“Hmph. No use in delayin’ the inevitable, I ‘spose…”[/color]

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