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Shifted a few things around.

I'll have my modified CS sheet up sometime today/tonight/before I go to bed.
Sofia Stien - Jacks Headquarters


Sofia didn't resist as Thunderbird swept her up and flew into the sky like his namesake. In fact her arms clutched him tightly for comfort like a lost koala baby. They were set down and the evil versions of themselves started talking to Broker. Then he shot them. Both of them. Sofia stared for a moment, mulling over this fact. She did not like this. She did not like today. Her job was supposed to be easy. Close her eyes until the mission was over and she got money. Simple. Fun even. She didn't know what she wanted the money for, but you were supposed to want money and with enough money she could do anything so it didn't matter.

But right now Sofia was tired and scared and didn't want to deal with anything anymore. Her hollow eyes stared at her own corpse. She hadn't even had time to flinch. What had evil Chatterhead said? That Sofia had been just like her. Just as safe as her. Just as fragile as her. The evil Chatterhead was dead too, laying on the floor bleeding. Sofia didn't want to feel anymore today. Thunderbird's head-pat was barely registered. She opened her mouth but no noise came out save for a small squeak. She gave up. Sofia stood next to Thunderbird silently, a porcelain doll to the world staring at a portrait of its own demise. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
That is not what was said. Pro noted that the way things are now IC the main group has little reason to actively interact with Favian. They have no idea who he is, want to move quickly and avoid trouble, and aren't looking for new party member, and Favian is acting strangely. Thus there is very little reason for the group to not simply move on as fast as possible. As things stand Col is actively interacting with him so I should think it's clear that you/we can make something happen from that, and Col's reasoning for his interaction is not unreasonable simply to further Favian being in the group either, he's a nice dude on principle.
Jokes aside, while I'd have liked a little more creativity in the card choices.

I kind of don't get how your number 1 relates to his deck, though, if I may be entirely honest. Nor dancing, nor the moon nor cute monster girls seem to be a key part of Lance and I don't feel like someone who only tries as hard as they need to for their goals falls in line with that deck. If anything I'd see him play something a lot slowe.


In terms of constructive criticism I'm interested in what card choices you might have made for the deck. Your criticism on both points is definitely valid, I did make Lance and then give him a deck that I found fun. With that in mind I might re-arrange my characters a bit, not entirely sure what I want to change it to but I know I want to change it.
Okie Dokie, wasn't quite sure how the rank thing worked but figured I'd give you my general idea for how it went down and have you correct it from there.
Ah but you can prove that that hider doesn't exist independently of the other hider?

like so

prnt.sc/iu6lui
Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu can't prove that. Unless you took a screenshot. Which I'm hoping you didn't.

Sofia Stien - Train yard


Sofia tried her best to pay attention to what was going on as evil Chatterhead kept talking. They were... linked? Sofia spent a moment pondering this as Thunderbird and Heartless gave their responses. She didn't quite know what to do. Of course she didn't get to spend much time thinking it over because there was a sudden pressure in her chest and Sofia dropped the ground with a pitiful whimper, hands reaching to her stomach. Why? Headhunter was a 34 year old man trained in killing people and was very fit. Sofia on the other hand, was a 15 year old girl who ate like a bird and hadn't so much as participated in sports. It was very clear that a kick from the larger party would involve the smaller party losing their ability to function properly for a good minute and that's just about what Sofia did. She was practically keeled over on the ground alternating between gasping and coughing for breath. Her eyes, and thus herself, were closed off to the world even as tears leaked out of them; far too preoccupied at the moment to listen to, much less carry out Headhunter's orders.
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