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

[color=purple]Voss' Mood:[/color]
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[color=purple]Voss' Status:[/color]
Healthy

[color=purple]Voss' Inventory:[/color]
Curved Saber
A pair of Jakobs pistols (one is drawn)

[color=purple]Voss' Mentions:[/color]
[@Thatguyinastore][@ProfSpacecakes][@RirisStride1][@ClownTown][@Attesa]
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Voss was anticipating the wet, gorey sound of bullet meeting skull, but when seconds passed and nothing seemed to happen, Voss turned around to find that... [i]FUCK HE DID IT AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK[/i]

Eric didn't seem mad at all. Just... oddly clueless. Like a shitty mascot for a PSA from the 90's telling you that you shouldn't piss on an electrical fence. Why is he like this? Listen man, you don't question the pink cat who just let the stopped bullet fly past you again and you can't tell whether or not that was a threat in disguise.

Anyway, Eric sends Voss a roll of bandages his way and he just... stands there... I wonder what he's thinking about.

[url=https://ibb.co/y6NgGJS][img]https://i.ibb.co/ZBfctCm/vossinternalscreaming.png[/img][/url]

maybe he's thinking about shitposts when he should've slepin or sum... :zzz

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