Midle1998Voss and Sanford's CS
“I assure ya, I'll be fine. It's not like losin’ a leg”
Voss awkwardly cackled, which soon died down after reconsidering what it was he said. He cleared his throat as he shifted his weight onto his other real leg. Thankfully for Fret, his icebreaker did seem to succeed in making the old man less uneasy. Bad news, though, is that Voss now had whipped his head toward the young boy as he squinted in confusion. He must've not been able to distinguish between whether or not that was a compliment or an insult in disguise.
“Me accent? I want ye t’ look over me 'gain 'fore I give ye an answer. Cannay exactly lose t’is.” Voss turned on his heel and began to walk off, but stopped a few steps in to lean close to Fret to whisper. He managed to switch accents, this time sounding much more proper and easy to understand. If Fret was made to describe it, the captain's voice sounded almost stringent.
“... Well, I lied. Of course I can! It's just a hard habit to break. Arrgh…!” Voss swung his flexed arm in front of him to emphasize, although the attempt at a "yarr” was half-hearted.
Voss tried to walk off again, but this time, Fret grabbed his wrist, demanding to have more answers about what the old man exactly meant by his words "first time.” Even though Fret was gentle in the action, Voss swiftly pulled his hand away as he turned back toward Fret in a defensive manner.
"Huat? Nay! No I don't! I mean… I donnay ken why we be here exactly. But I can take a guess. Some blaggard wants us to get a toy fer ‘em! Or take out 'nother blaggard! Lazy asses…”
At this point, Fret was actively bringing more attention onto Voss, and the captain began waving his hands rapidly in front of him with a look of poorly-contained fear. “N-nay need fer t’at! I jest… been 'round the block a time or two… or three… How many times did this happen to me anyway?"
It is at this point that Sougo name-dropped "Luthor,” bringing Voss’ full (aggressive) attention onto the other stranger. “T’AT BE THE BILGE RAT WHO HAULED ME ASS ‘ERE??” Voss comedically took on a breathing technique as a way to calm down only to yell at Sougo at an only slightly lowered volume. “I'm gonna…” (Insert vague neck-strangling gestures here)
While he was distracted with making this… visual… Sougo gave him a query that caused him to freeze in place as he deliberated on the best response. Calling himself a "pirate” sounded like a summarized version of stating “I'm a war criminal who is forced to flee to the seas or face prosecution and also look for an all-powerful artifact in an attempt to rebuild the corrupt militaristic government that I willingly joined…” But yes, a pirate that is looking for treasure is the perfect cover-up.
"... Uh… ye could say t’at…” Voss said, almost suspiciously so.
Sanford barely paid any attention to the walking mammal. He just continued to strut near the camera and clean off his hook in the reflection.
"Huh? Sorry, Fido! I was too busy pretending I was listening.”
“I assure ya, I'll be fine. It's not like losin’ a leg”
Voss awkwardly cackled, which soon died down after reconsidering what it was he said. He cleared his throat as he shifted his weight onto his other real leg. Thankfully for Fret, his icebreaker did seem to succeed in making the old man less uneasy. Bad news, though, is that Voss now had whipped his head toward the young boy as he squinted in confusion. He must've not been able to distinguish between whether or not that was a compliment or an insult in disguise.
“Me accent? I want ye t’ look over me 'gain 'fore I give ye an answer. Cannay exactly lose t’is.” Voss turned on his heel and began to walk off, but stopped a few steps in to lean close to Fret to whisper. He managed to switch accents, this time sounding much more proper and easy to understand. If Fret was made to describe it, the captain's voice sounded almost stringent.
“... Well, I lied. Of course I can! It's just a hard habit to break. Arrgh…!” Voss swung his flexed arm in front of him to emphasize, although the attempt at a "yarr” was half-hearted.
Voss tried to walk off again, but this time, Fret grabbed his wrist, demanding to have more answers about what the old man exactly meant by his words "first time.” Even though Fret was gentle in the action, Voss swiftly pulled his hand away as he turned back toward Fret in a defensive manner.
"Huat? Nay! No I don't! I mean… I donnay ken why we be here exactly. But I can take a guess. Some blaggard wants us to get a toy fer ‘em! Or take out 'nother blaggard! Lazy asses…”
At this point, Fret was actively bringing more attention onto Voss, and the captain began waving his hands rapidly in front of him with a look of poorly-contained fear. “N-nay need fer t’at! I jest… been 'round the block a time or two… or three… How many times did this happen to me anyway?"
It is at this point that Sougo name-dropped "Luthor,” bringing Voss’ full (aggressive) attention onto the other stranger. “T’AT BE THE BILGE RAT WHO HAULED ME ASS ‘ERE??” Voss comedically took on a breathing technique as a way to calm down only to yell at Sougo at an only slightly lowered volume. “I'm gonna…” (Insert vague neck-strangling gestures here)
While he was distracted with making this… visual… Sougo gave him a query that caused him to freeze in place as he deliberated on the best response. Calling himself a "pirate” sounded like a summarized version of stating “I'm a war criminal who is forced to flee to the seas or face prosecution and also look for an all-powerful artifact in an attempt to rebuild the corrupt militaristic government that I willingly joined…” But yes, a pirate that is looking for treasure is the perfect cover-up.
"... Uh… ye could say t’at…” Voss said, almost suspiciously so.
Sanford barely paid any attention to the walking mammal. He just continued to strut near the camera and clean off his hook in the reflection.
"Huh? Sorry, Fido! I was too busy pretending I was listening.”
