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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]
Going about with a tail between his legs

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

[color=purple]Voss' Inventory:[/color]
Curved Saber
A pair of Jakobs pistols (now all holstered)

[color=purple]Voss' Mentions:[/color]
[@Thatguyinastore][@ProfSpacecakes][@RirisStride1][@ClownTown][@Attesa]
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Voss hadn't noticed the drone behind him until Hershel left when he peered in the man's direction and then toward All-Might. It took the sea captain a double-take to register the machine's presence… Well, [i]machines’,[/i] as there were multiple. The one that was focused on Voss, in particular, made the older man lurch backward in surprise. Voss had already regretted stepping foot into this camp for obvious reasons, and he didn't want what he believed were threatening futuristic robots staring him down like ravenous dogs. Thus, he went on the defensive, ignoring All-Might for the time being.

[color=purple]“Oi! Quit starin’ at me wit’ those big ol’ eyes!”[/color] He barked at the drone behind him, then waved his armed hand around as he addressed the other drones. [color=purple]“All o’ ye! Ye useless buckets o’ scrap-”[/color]

In mid-swing, Voss’ hand was suddenly caught by a tight clasp far broader than his own hands. Fearing it was one of those strange bots he'd just insulted, he prepared for the worse as he was roughly spun around and his arm yanked up toward the sky. But instead of coming face-to-face with those drones, he instead faced All-Might in his infamous strong form. Voss almost didn't recognize the man as he instinctively yelped in shock. He had attempted to pull from the blonde hero's grasp to no avail until he began speaking. By that point, Voss had frozen in place, staring back at All-Might like a deer caught in the headlights. His gaze would not leave All-Might until the exchange was over, nor would he speak until All-Might dismissed himself.

The older man listened [i]very[/i] carefully to the man above him. Voss wouldn't do much else after that point except wince and whimper when All-Might squeezes his hand. When Voss is finally freed, he falls on his ass, where he stays there for a few seconds to recover. It would seem that it was this confrontation that finally broke Voss, as he remained silent even as he returned to his feet. Finally getting the memo, he holsters his weapon as he sulks off toward Negan in defeat. Not before mumbling a few more insults of everyone else who'd been keeping him in check - especially All-Might. He chooses to sit down and pout by the bat-wielder, clearly displaying shame and embarrassment from the beratement.

He huffs and says nothing more.

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