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Somewhere over the Pacific...
"...and with that decisive reversal the championship is all but in the bag for..." The drone of the sports announcer on the mini-television attached to the seat before Michael suddenly cut out, a loud ding startling him from his half-dazed stupor. Jerking upright in his sight, he looked around wildly, before slowly remembering where he was: the exclusive Arunafeltz sky cruiser, an airship taking them from Domino City to Arunafeltz.
Following the beep, a hiss of crackle preceded the captain's voice coming over the speakers. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We are currently twenty minutes out from Arunafeltz; the forward viewing deck currently offers an excellent view of the kingdom's islands. At this time, we'd like to ask you to begin gathering your things and returning to your assigned seats. The local time is now 5:34 PM; we'll begin our final approach to Lighthalzen Skyport in ten minutes."
As the announcement ended, MMichael patted the front of his shirt, feeling for his Talisman, then glanced at his wrist, seeing his duel disk was still in place. He stifled a yawn, and rose, deciding to wander around one last time. "I wonder how many passengers are academy students.." he said aloud, as he began heading toward the forward deck.