[center] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309379]Voss and Sanford's CS[/url] [hider=Voss’ Status][color=purple]Voss’ Location:[/color] Joker's Funland [color=purple]Voss’ Mood:[/color] Oh man Zappo Land PTSD [color=purple]Voss’ Status:[/color] Healthy, somehow. [color=purple]Voss’ Inventory:[/color] Curved Saber A Pair of Jakobs Pistols [color=purple]Voss’ Mentions:[/color] [@thatguyinastore][Open for Interaction] [/hider] [hider=Sanford’s Status][color=gray]Sanford’s Location:[/color] Joker's Funland [color=gray]Sanford’s Mood:[/color] Getting Tricky flashbacks [color=gray]Sanford’s Status:[/color] Healthy [color=gray]Sanford’s Inventory:[/color] Meathook [color=gray]Sanford’s Mentions:[/color] [@thatguyinastore][@udonoodles][Open for Interaction] [/hider] [hr] [hider=Pre-Chapter Update Response Since I Never Made One Lol] Voss continued to rip pieces off of Firefly's wings with ferocity. Even as smoke began to billow from the flier's jetpack and into the sea captain's face, Voss only suffered a coughing fit as he clawed away faster. His eyes winced once the cloud reached his eyes and made them water. It was only until Firefly hit his thrusters in reverse did he manage to scrape Voss off of him. The sheer velocity of the maneuver caused Sanford and Maisha to fly off as Sanford in particular plummeted to the ground. As for Voss? He was practically pinned. Before he realized what was happening, his back met the side of a severely damaged building, and it was enough to send Voss tumbling through the already weakened wall. Sanford hit the ground at full force, leaving behind a small-sized crater. Oddly enough, the grunt recovered fairly quickly. Once a few minutes had passed - around the time Firefly had been grounded - Sanford shakily rose to his feet and chuckled weakly. [color=gray]"... Heheheh... Nice goin', knuckleheads...! Woo!"[/color] He pumped his fist up high into the air and tucked it back into himself just as quickly as he did. He hissed in pain. At the same time, Superman appeared. The tremors he created were enough to force Sanford back on his rear. Sanford, along with many others on ground zero, simply left their mouth agape in awe and horror until Superman was finished with what was left of Firefly. The bloodied, pulpy remains of the flier were unceremoniously deposited onto the pavement and Superman retreated into the skies. Perfect timing, too, as Voss ran out from the dilapidated building he crashed into. He seemed relatively unharmed, minus a few scratches here and there. The older man was covered head to toe in dust, but his blood-red face was still visible. He snorted some of the dust from his bruised nose like a bull - although it came out more like a squeak rather than an imposing bellow. Voss irritatingly marched across ground zero in search of Firefly, spouting an endless string of curses and other unrepeatable offenses. [color=purple][h3]"WHERE IS THAT SON OF A BITCH?! GET OUT OF MY WAY!! I'M GONNA GUT HIM LIKE A FISH EVEN IF ITS THE LAST THING I-"[/h3] "... Oh."[/color] The color in the sea captain's face gradually faded back to normal once he set his eyes upon what remained of the threat. Though still frazzled, Voss tucked his unkempt shirt in and did his best to dust himself off. His heavy accent returned once he calmed down. [color=purple]"... [i]Ahem[/i]... Well, seems loik some'un took care o' 'im fer me... T'at's fine... T'ey did a better job than I ever would've! ... Why are ye all lookin' at me loik t'at...?"[/color] Before Voss could get an answer, he was interrupted by Lex as he lowered an advanced jet for the others to enter. Voss initially didn't budge from his spot, as he was just confused about what was happening, but Sanford roughly shoved him into the aircraft. In the nick of time, too, as the jet took off soon after they boarded. [/hider] [hr] Several, [i]several[/i] hours later, and everyone was still in the jet long after nightfall set. Even as Lex and the fliers outside the jet searched extensively for Superman, they had come empty-handed, and there was not much the cabin crew could do except sleep and bandage up. Voss was doing exactly that as he preoccupied himself with wrapping up his torso and a portion of his right arm. After giving his prosthetic additional support with the bandages, Voss tore the last piece of the cloth with his teeth before carelessly tossing it to the side. Sanford frowned as he spotted the roll unroll itself across the cabin. He huffed. [color=gray]"You know, you could've just given that to me, man. Someone else could've used it."[/color] The mercenary attempted to wipe some of the oiled black off his face, only to smear it. Voss didn't bother to look Sanford in the eye as he resumed adjusting his prosthetic. [color=purple]"It's been hours, son! If some'un needed it, t'ey would've used it already."[/color] [color=gray]"Then why have you only just been using it? I see you."[/color] He shot a judgy look toward the old man. Voss rolled his eyes before leaning his face toward Sanford. He only glanced at the grunt before returning his attention to his leg. [color=purple]"... Uh, ask me later. I'm a lil busy-"[/color] Voss was interrupted yet again as Lex Luthor spoke over the intercom, announcing that they were going to return back to base. Voss sighed and let himself relax, only to scrunch up like a piece of paper when static blared through the systems. Sanford covered his ears... wherever they would be, with his hands. Voss, however, grew angry in the face again as he covered his head with his arms for a moment before stomping onto his feet to yell over the noise. [color=purple]"LEX!! SHUT OFF YOUR FREAKING MIC-"[/color] Just then, a new voice overtook Lex Luthor's and began to cheerily speak to the others inside the jet. The static was quickly replaced with circus music, of which made Voss tilt his head in confusion alone. His face was no longer red with rage, but it was soon going to become pale with fear as they would all soon discover what was going to happen to them. The pair of misfits both squinted as a bright light beamed from outside. They both took a peek, although Voss was really the only one to provide some kind of comment besides a worried scream between the two. [color=purple]"'Scurvy...?' T'as me line... WAIT WHAT IS T'A-"[/color] [color=red][h3]BOOOOOOOM!![/h3][/color] [hr] It wasn't immediately clear how long everyone was on the ground. To much of everybody's surprise, everyone was relatively unharmed by the crash. The mangled site of the crash was a fair distance from both Sanford and Voss, though. Sanford was the first to rise, just as Joel began to check up on the survivors. Sanford groaned as he shakily sat himself up. [color=gray]"... Ergh... Present...!"[/color] He rose his hand again and, just as before, retreated it back toward his body as soon as he did while yelping in pain. After some more time, Sanford rose to his feet, and he began to stagger across his new environment. It appeared to be an amusement park of sorts... Although an abandoned one. It was dubbed Joker's Funland, but the last thing the mercenary felt was fun as he nervously explored a bit. In the meantime, Voss had awakened, and he rolled onto his belly and pushed himself up in full view of the sign. ... and his face softened. [color=purple][i]"... Feck..."[/i][/color] He too stood up after some time, although hesitantly so. Whatever this place reminded him of, it was enough to make the previously confrontational sea captain tuck a tail in-between his legs as he shuffled aimlessly across this old steel mill turned amusement park. He purposely avoided others and instead chose to move toward the steel mill section of the place. Despite this, Voss would eventually begin to search for something to get his mind off whatever he was thinking. This made him trudge toward the bumper cars, or at least close to them, and he began to investigate to see if he can actually get down there to operate them... For old time's sake! As for Sanford, he eventually got to a point where he left to investigate the remains of the jet. He was alone or, at least, he thought he was until an unfamiliar voice emerged from seemingly nowhere. The mercenary twirled on the spot to meet Gyro with his hook out, ready to defend himself in such a mysterious place. However, Sanford soon began to question if the man was really a threat, after all. He listened carefully as Gyro calmly explained his Steel Ball like he was waiting his whole life to. Even if it was unprompted, the spiel lulled Sanford enough that he lowered his hook by the time Gyro began to gaze at the mercenary. Gyro began to spin his Steel Ball to an almost inhuman, but beautiful degree, so Sanford ultimately approached the man to make some sense of it. He scratched his head before holstering his meathook back to where it belonged. [color=gray]"... So, uh... Shouldn't you be afraid of that [i]thing[/i] ripping your ear off? It just seems... unsafe. And bats don't really spin to echolocate, as far as I know... How is this related?"[/color] He pointed at The Ball, referring to how closely Gyro leans to listen to the sound vibrations. Even as crazy as Gyro sounded, Sanford continued to humor the man. Why is he so hypnotized by that Ball spinning, anyway? [color=gray]"... You hear anything interesting there, big man?"[/color] [/center]