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For some strange reason, Hollows just stopped appearing in Japan.

And started to show up in England.

Princess Kraehe took care of a Menos a while ago.

Ichigo's school recieved an invitation from the Academy (as I've come to call it) to come to England and learn of course. Plus, seeing as the two headmasters are on friendly terms, there's absolutely no reason for this trip not to occur.

(Note: I'm not really sure where Princess Tutu takes place, so I'm guessing.)

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Username: Kirre_Flow
Name: Rebecca Haldor
Age: 15
Appearance: This is how he looks, except longer hair and without the sword.
Bio: He's a cross-dressing pastry chef that knows a fair bit about everything, more or less.
Other: He always wears a dirk (at the least) at his waist. Can do a few "tricks."

Username: Gaurdian Angel Peyton
Name: Dane Valentine
Age: 17
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Bio: Dane has been growing all alone and never really cared about it.
Other: He's not into girls... He's more into guys.

Name: angel
Age: unknown
Appearance: in signature
Bio: was one of the students came from japan for the trip
Other: barly use her power and that is all 4 elements

Rebecca looked out the front of the bakery and saw more and more Japanese students walking toward the Academy.

So that rumor is true, he though as he wondered what that huge thing from several days ago was. Can't be a vampire nor a demon in the normal sense . . . so . . . what is it?

He was knocked back to his senses by the smell of burning cookies.

"SHOOT!" he shouted. Rebecca promptly ran to the oven to take care of the problem.

(It's Open you know.)

(Read the rules.)

Rebecca Pulled a cookie sheet out of the oven, and it turns out his cookies were now black smudges.

Guess I'll have to cheat on this delivery, he thought as he spooned dough onto the cookie sheet. He promptly tossed the sheet up and blew fire onto it for half a minute before scraping them off, toosing them into a filled with various other cookies, and rushed out the door. He continued, What's school without sweets?

Rebecca dashed by foreign students, catching snitches of conversation along the way to the Academy.

So, not foreign exchange program, just two friendly schools, Rebecca noted, seeing as none of the Academy students seemed like they were to leave.