Voss and Sanford's CS
Several, several 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.
"You know, you could've just given that to me, man. Someone else could've used it." 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.
"It's been hours, son! If some'un needed it, t'ey would've used it already."
"Then why have you only just been using it? I see you." 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.
"... Uh, ask me later. I'm a lil busy-"
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.
"LEX!! SHUT OFF YOUR FREAKING MIC-"
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.
"'Scurvy...?' T'as me line... WAIT WHAT IS T'A-"
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.
"... Ergh... Present...!" 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.
"... Feck..."
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.
"... So, uh... Shouldn't you be afraid of that thing 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?" 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?
"... You hear anything interesting there, big man?"
Several, several 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.
"You know, you could've just given that to me, man. Someone else could've used it." 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.
"It's been hours, son! If some'un needed it, t'ey would've used it already."
"Then why have you only just been using it? I see you." 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.
"... Uh, ask me later. I'm a lil busy-"
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.
"LEX!! SHUT OFF YOUR FREAKING MIC-"
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.
"'Scurvy...?' T'as me line... WAIT WHAT IS T'A-"
BOOOOOOOM!!
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.
"... Ergh... Present...!" 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.
"... Feck..."
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.
"... So, uh... Shouldn't you be afraid of that thing 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?" 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?
"... You hear anything interesting there, big man?"
1x Like
