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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309379]Voss' CS[/url]
[hider=Voss' Status][color=purple]Voss' Location:[/color]
Metropolis, in a camp aiding civilians

[color=purple]Voss' Mood:[/color]
Internal screaming

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

[color=purple]Voss' Inventory:[/color]
Curved Saber
A pair of Jakobs pistols (One is STILL drawn) ((VOSS PUT THAT SHIT AWAY YOU HOE))

[color=purple]Voss' Mentions:[/color]
[@Thatguyinastore][@ProfSpacecakes][@RirisStride1][@ClownTown][@Attesa]
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When Eric had prevented Voss' bullet from properly "misfiring," the sea captain was [i]this[/i] close to charging at the pink cat himself with a saber in hand. Eric can stop a bullet in the air, sure, but can he stop a sword from swinging at him at full force? ... Probably. It wouldn't hurt to try, Voss thought. However, before he could even begin to draw his saber, All-Might's voice boomed across the camp. Voss flinched, causing him to almost drop his Jakobs onto the floor as he fumbled. After a few short seconds of juggling a live gun in his hands, Voss gripped the holster securely and faced All-Might all disheveled-like. The old man feigned confidence and courage, none of which managed to show through well.

[color=purple]"Calm yer nips! all I want is me stuff back, is all. Then I'll show meself out the doo-"[/color] Before he could continue, Voss was interrupted by All-Might who had now directed his attention on HIM. Voss chokes as he stumbles over his words. He then proceeds to correct himself by, once again, pretending the hero wasn't getting to him. To do this, the sea captain foolishly poked the bear with insubordination... and gun twirling.

[color=purple]"I'm nay handin' ye me guns! An' I'm sure as Hell ain't puttin' 'em away. Huat if somebody runs in, an' I'm nay ready? I promise ye this: ye willnay get anymore issues from me, matey!"[/color] He twirled his Jakobs on his finger more vigorously. [color=purple]"That, er, [i]'misfire'[/i] was jest a one time thin'. Won't happen agai-"[/color]

The pistol then slides off his finger, causing it to tumble below his feet. Thankfully, it never "misfires," but Voss would be lying if he said he hadn't felt his soul leave his body between the moment his finger lost contact and the gun finished tossing about. He froze until the latter occurred, which he then lurched for it as quickly as possible. On his way back up, his gaze meets Hershel's, who was already threatening the cowering older man under him. He almost didn't register the crunching sound he heard, until his eyes briefly darted at their feet, where he noticed the indentation where the concrete was damaged. All he utters before Hershel departs is a quiet and feeble [color=purple]"okay"[/color] which was barely audible.

Once the other man leaves, Voss returns to his regular height as he rubs the back of his neck in Hershel's direction. He turns to face All-Might where he awkwardly chuckled and pointed a thumb back at Hershel.

[color=purple]"... Heh... tough crowd...!"[/color]

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