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[color=75c159]”Tuesdays are for [i]Tetrad[/i]. You best remember that, GEMINI scum!” [i]Glares at Ashley[/i][/color]

[color=888888]— Luna Gallo [/color][/center]

After doing almost everything wrong, Luna did it. 

In the back of her mind, there was always a chance that what she sought wasn’t going to be on the armored transport. Maybe it would be a trap, maybe Lenny would be mistaken about the identity of the “lost lamb,” or, whatever. She didn’t know. But to see Jezebel in the flesh was something else. She was without a grimoire, high off whatever Gemini had decided to sedate her with, and likely had to endure who knows what in a special interrogation session with Fritzi. They hadn’t had a chance to really catch up since she left for Pax Septimus, and those freelancers helped abort what should have been their reunion. But none of that mattered now, and damn the circumstances. She gave her friend a hug. She didn’t respond, but that was okay for now.

Then the chopper arrived.

Luna laughed. Half because she was so happy, and half because after something like this, she doubted they would give her a fair trial. Or at least, Luna knew that the power of friendship wasn’t going to hold up in the court of law. She wouldn’t be surprised if they just decided to open fire on her as soon as she entered line of sight. Jezebel was in no condition to run, or even understand her surroundings if her wandering eyes were anything to go by. But this would hopefully be it. After the chopper was dealt with, they would be in the clear. 

Maybe.

Luna wasn’t really set up for dealing with a chopper. Her “kit” was more set up for sowing discord and supporting her allies. As fun as it would be to sink all of her remaining mana into a single “Zone-Push” melody, she knew that was going to be fairly ineffective on machine gun fire. She lacked the ability to fire a melody directly at the chopper, but she wasn’t totally out of options. All she had left was a single hair brained idea, but it was all she had to work on. Maybe after this, Luna could see about patching up her wounds. 

Behind the armored truck was the light, crappy door of the patriot. It had fallen off when the GEMINI drivers decided to run themselves off the road smashing into Lenny. Luna wasn’t especially familiar with the weight of jeep doors, but she reasoned that it was probably just the right weight and size to be affected by a transplace melody. The idea being that the chopper was probably focusing their weapons on the armored transport, as they likely saw her enter. So if she swapped places with the door, that might give her enough time to counter attack. 

She listened for the sound of the helicopter’s spinning blades.

She approximated the location of the chopper.

[i][color=75c159]Okay magic, don’t screw up now![/color][/i]

She did her best to minimize the amount of time she would need to start attacking the chopper. She faced where she thought the helicopter would be after she transplaced wit the door. She turned her head and prepared to fire a beam out the door. Once she swapped places with the door, all she could do was aim pit boss at the helicopter and hope she could bring it down before it got a chance to fire back.

If she did have to run for cover, hopefully it wasn’t far. She still felt like hell after tumbling out of the Patriot. 

Regardless though, her eyes looked really super sparkly pretty right now. 

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[center] 21 | Female | Maverick | Fortune
Pit Boss | Staff | Arcane | High Roller
Croupier | Graceful 
Gambit | Gravity | Draw 4
[Weightless, Suspend], Stabilize, Damage, Push, Transplace, Extend, Heal, Zone, Orbit, Recoil

DAMAGE: E  | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

Silver beam:[Transplace] = 144

Sparkling eyes!

Attack: Sentinel Down

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: D | 260
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