[h3][color=pink]Liselotte[/color][/h3]
Lise had woken up early for the tournament. She had gone through many of her different clothing options for the tournament, but she eventually settled on the simple school uniform. "[b][color=pink]I can't afford to demoralize any of my teammates with my regal brilliance... I better pick something mundane.[/color][/b]" She nodded as her shadows dressed her.

Lise did a twirl. Her outfit was as close to pristine as something made to be worn by peons could be. She considered doing her hair differently, perhaps ringlets? But that would be too much of a stylistic change. No doubt the dimmer Laurels students may mistake her for someone else and attack her.

With a quick call, Lise had ordered her transportation to the event. She had wanted a carriage, but as the number that her parents said to call said, "[color=darkseagreen]We don't have horses, ma'am.[/color]" Lise figured the disrespectful man would be out of a job even without her saying anything to her parents. Nobody would last that long if they treated her like that.

Sporting an ornate parasol, Lise arrived to the grounds of the tournament. Stepping elegantly from the stretch limo, her shadows opened and closed the doors for her as she strutted towards the Laurels area. She had arrived early enough, but there were others already there. Most likely overachievers who wanted to appear more able than they were. Lise waited patiently for something interesting to happen.

After waiting for what seemed to be a while, Andreim had taken the stage and given an inspiring speech. Lise couldn't help but smile, thinking of how all of these other students would have to fight and struggle so hard for greatness. Stepping forward, she daintily put her hand on top of Andreim's for the group cheer. "[b][color=pink]Victoire![/color][/b]" She said, giving a smile.

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[h3][color=orchid]Andras[/color][/h3]
[i]Black and white swirls into a gray at the middle of the world... But in the middle, a silhouette, and a flash of something... Sharp?[/i]

"[b][color=orchid]Ah... My head hurts...[/color][/b]" Andras was awoken by the sunlight creeping across her face, into her uncovered eye. "[b][color=orchid]To a demon, this unfiltered light is truly...[/color][/b]" She grasped within her vocabulary for a word.

Andras struggled for a few moments. '[color=mediumorchid]...Forget it. My brain is still asleep, I can't think of any fancy words...[/color]'

Feeling herself almost slip back into sleep, Andras yawned and stretched on the messy bed. Pillows were lumped all around her, and the layers of covers separated and folded from her tossing in her sleep. "[b][color=orchid]I wonder what everyone's doing today...[/color][/b]" 

The word echoed in her head. [i]Today... Today... Today...[/i]

Andras nearly bit her tongue as the realization dawned on her. "[b][color=orchid]WHAT TIME IS IT?![/color][/b]" She grabbed her phone, but in her haste it slipped from her hands and landed across the room. Stumbling from the bed, Andras nearly dived for it and read the display with trembling hands.

"[b][color=orchid]I'm gonna be late?! Crap crap crap![/color][/b]" Andras quickly grabbed her clothes. Quickly pulling her hoodie on, she grabbed her pair of shorts and quickly pulled them on as she left the guest room.

Speeding past the Blackgate house's kitchen, she grabbed a slice of toast that was seemingly abandoned at the table. Holding it in her mouth, she threw open the door and sped off. "[b][color=orchid]Imh hmphinmg![/color][/b]" She mumbled through the toast as she left the house.

'[color=mediumorchid]This isn't good. It looks like I'll have to use... [i]that.[/i][/color]' Holding up her hand, she summoned her cards. The pinpoints of light were a signal to her angel familiar, but also so she could draw today's card.

"[b][color=orchid]Gmph mph dnp mhph... Hem my cmhph! Amheckmshdrma![/color][/b]" The toast may have messed with the incantation, but Andras knew personally that as long as she could say something and move her arms, she could access the Root's daily draw.

With a feeling of a bright light being shone into her eyes, the card came forth. She almost had to stop running to make sure she didn't fall, but she managed to keep going. '[color=mediumorchid]The Root sure has been bright recently...[/color]' she thought as she stumbled a little.

She didn't have to run that much farther. Her summoned angel arrived with the sound of beating wings, and Andras stopped, finally taking the bread from her mouth, panting. "[color=orchid][b]Response time... Is getting better... But still could be faster...[/b][/color]"

Andras had discussed the possibility of lended flight with the angel beforehand. She wasn't happy about it... But this was a dire situation. The angel held onto Andras tightly and lifted off. The flight was a little awkward, and it was clear that the angel's normal grace in the air was hampered severely. But it still beat walking.

The angel descended upon the grounds for the tournament. It had been a rather uncomfortable ride, but Andras figured showing up via angel would at least give her style points. "[b][color=orchid]Set me down near the entrance![/color][/b]" Andras commanded. The sound of angel wings beating turned at least a few heads as Andras was let down, dropping to the ground to a crouching position before slowly rising to a standing position. Andras let out a low laugh as the angel flew away above her. "[b][color=orchid]Mufufu. Beware, mortals... The Demon Lady of Despair has descended.[/color][/b]"