Rhomaia wrote:At the center of the verdant courtyard from where the smooth and calm announcer's voice had called upon the islanders, Ruta continued to stand at attention, ready to relay his next set of words to the residents of mana. His dark blue eyes glinted in the morning sunlight, and his dark clothing heavily contrasted with the bright robes that many Nobleblooded students were wearing on this October day, making him stand out like an unwanted blotch of black in a rainbow of myriad colors.
"Excellent, it looks like half of you are actually awake." Ruta chuckled good naturedly after seeing that the attention of everyone in the courtyard (and beyond) was indeed focused on his person, his voice once again echoing through every corner of the island, fading out only past the shoreline.
"Hours ago, this Academy recieved an invitation from the International Council of Mages, and a certain French school of magic, to take part in a tournament overseas, wherein this Academy's finest fighters will compete in the sport of dueling against students of seven other countries. Every person, student and teacher, in this Academy, has by extension been invited as well to enjoy the festivities, along with the short break from classes here."
Kassoq and Droma were silent for a moment after Ruta said this. They were in shock until Rangi practically flipped the table in his excitement.
"We're going to Paris!" Kassoq and Droma squeed.
"P-Paris?! Wow," responded Tarmo in a way that expressed an odd mixture of excitement and fear, "I never knew we'd get to go on field trips for this..."
"Field trip?! This is more than a field trip, Tarmo," Rangi replied, still shaking with excitement, "WE. ARE GOING. TO PARIS. PARIS!!"
As Tarmo processed this, Kassoq and Droma almost tripped over each other trying to get out of the cafeteria. They were going to Paris. A city they'd both only been to once before. They'd need to pack more than just clothes. Very formal clothes were in order, so there was no time to be wasted.
As Rangi saw the two girls running, he thought to himself, Better get out that iron. An international conglomeration of the top magic schools is no joke. There's going to be some serious ironing to be done to get my clothes, Tarmo's, and maybe Droma and Kassoq's clothes ready. Also, note to self: Remember to help Tarmo with his dress shirt. Shortly after, he got up and sprinted to his room to pack. Where had he put his suit?
Tarmo carefully picked up his friends' dishes, as friends had forgotten to bus their plates in their hurry to pack. What should I think? Tarmo thought, Paris sounds like blast, but what if I mess up? What if I embarrass the school? Ugh, now I don't feel so well. Despite his many worries, however, Tarmo was just as excited as the others to be going to Paris. He knew he had a suit somewhere, the question was where he'd put it. As he thought about this, he sat down near Lawrence, but didn't notice there was anyone there. "W-What did I do with my suit?" he muttered to himself.