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@The Mad Hatter
Hmm, I barely passed physics, so I didn't think about it too much. I was planning on just going with what felt balanced.

Going by her backstory as it is now, though, they can block smaller caliber bullets and shrapnel head on, so it takes a pretty high amount of pressure to break through. It's worth mentioning that she could also angle her barriers, to deflect things instead of trying to outright stop them.

The actual durability of a barrier is not very high. Once it blocks an attack or two, even weaker ones, it'll start to 'crack' and lose its integrity. Right now, I see the character creating one shield for one specific attack against her, and then it either shattering or her dispelling it immediately before creating a new one. The idea is that it's more of a finesse-based and reactionary power.

If that seems like too much, I can easily tone some things down.
Boop, here's my attempt at a sheet.

Do the characters have separate rooms? Or do they stay in something more like a barracks?
Actually, Day 1 just started. I think you have at least a day or two (real time), so you might be fine.
I always tell everyone. Notepad. Use bloody Notepad.


Common sense has never been my strong point.

'Tis why I use Google docs when Im writing up a post (or copy-paste the amount ive managed to write up to a point before leaving or doing something else) because it saves after everyword you type so you're sure to lose none of it.
=p


Ooh, I like that. I usually just copy-paste, but didn't this time for whatever reason.

Wow. Well. The ten seconds of RPG being down caused me to lose my finished Dungeon sheet. Second time I've lost it, first being 'cause I'm an idiot and forgot to plug in my laptop.

So it'll be a bit longer 'til I have that done, Sho, but it will get done. Eventually.

Fuck.

<Snipped quote by Prince of Seraphs>

Sure, I'll try starting the next mission sometime tomorrow. Can't make any promises when tomorrow though.


Cool. With a time skip, I'm also good with starting the second mission.
And there you have it: Thomas' pulse-pounding introduction.
Day 1, 7:00 AM | Toronto, Canada
Thomas Anson


Mondays sucked. Every week, that thought hit Thomas. It didn't help that he had an 8am class, too. Every Sunday, he'd tell himself he needed to get to bed early, but he never listened to himself, and always regretted it in the morning. Without fail.

The boy spent his entire morning routine in a sort of daze, as per usual. Just going through the motions, ones that he had done many times and no longer required any thought. Sometime between his shower and his breakfast, he began to actually wake up.

Everyone else in the household was also up and about, getting ready for another week. A long, arduous week.

Finished with stuffing his face, Thomas rubbed his eyes with one hand and threw his dishes in the sink. After throwing on a thin jacket for the cool morning air, he mumbled some sort of farewell to his family and walked out the door, backpack slung over one shoulder.




A short walk later, he was underground and on a subway train, sitting on a bench for four, alone for now. With each stop, the train filled up more and more, yet no one sat on the same bench as him.

A cute girl around Thomas' age stepped through the sliding doors, causing the boy to perk up ever-so-slightly. She looked around for a moment, clearly spotting the bench only occupied by him, but chose to stay standing, not five feet away.

Thomas sighed. His classmates had informed him numerous times that he "suffered from bitchy resting face," as they put it. Apparently, he looked annoyed all the time, like he'd knock out the first person who spoke to him. Which wasn't entirely untrue -- he did feel annoyed near-constantly -- and he did make a bit of an effort to appear at least a little bit unapproachable, but sometimes it just got ridiculous.

At the next stop, a woman and her three young children got on. Thomas took a moment to admire how stupid she was for trying to drag multiple young children around at such a busy time, and to wonder where she could possibly be going at seven in the morning with them.

Even before the woman looked up to search for a seat, however, he was up and off the bench, making his way further back to grab hold of a handle and stand, freeing the bench for them.
Someone will need to drag Izzy back to base, since she'll still be dead for a while.

Also woooo, we didn't wipe. gg ez.
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