The Lunatic Pandora

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Characters: Lufene, everyone who wants to go after her
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The intrepid heroes of Gaia seize their chance to board the Lunatic Pandora and attempt to stop its progress.
Location: Lunatic Pandora (over Fum)
Date: 19th April, 1805
Warnings: Violence

Since it began its journey two days ago, the Lunatic Pandora had made its way slowly but surely across the Outer Continent, nearing its final destination with every passing second.

The sky around it was soon dotted with airships, come to track its progress. But none could yet halt it. To even make such an attempt, a party would need to get inside - and in the heart of the Pandora, Lufene was waiting.

[ooc: See this post for plotting! I will put up threads for the different groups. Feel free to start your own subthreads - and please, threadjack away! No posting order, let's do this party style. \o/]

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Rosa watched the unfolding scene before her, holding back on her actions once the creature froze in place. Her spell had worked and that was the important thing for her at that moment. She kept a hand on her bow and arrow, ready to strike with that if she needed to, and concentrated on her magic at the same time. Whatever was needed next, she would do.

Cecil's call was not lost on her. She knew what that meant, though she was honestly surprised such a thing would work here on Gaia. But if so, maybe the others she knew would work, as well. For now, she had to hope this final blow would be enough to kill the beast.

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Laguna offered the pair of paladins cover fire in short bursts; one drawback to Gaia was that it seemed more or less impossible to get enough ammunition to supply a machine gun synthesized. He wouldn't be leaving with much, but taking down this T-Rexaur was now top-priority. If they couldn't get past it, nothing else mattered -- but they had to be getting close. He carefully metered each hail of bullets, cautious so as to avoid any friendly-fire as well as the possibility of exhausting his supply of rounds too quickly.

"Alright, Tiny's lookin' a little worse for wear, guys!"