Gideon poured himself another cup moments before the announcement. Naturally, Gideon tuned out the loudspeaker voice and sipped his tea, yet whilst he drank, a passing figure who seemed in a bit of a hurry hit Gideon's elbow as he passed. The result was spilled tea that could not be recovered, no matter the athleticism or coordination Gideon possessed. Looking at the tea that was currently conforming to its new cup, which appeared to be the floor and pink hair-- now she'll be even more afraid of him. Gideon sighed, a look of dismay embodying his facial features as he wrapped the shemagh and half-robes around his upper torso as well as putting his baggy pants over his silk pajamas. It was comfortable either way.
Following everybody else, Gideon made his way onto the airship where he went into a dormant state, unaware of his surroundings. Due to the desert surrounding of his childhood and adolescence, Gideon usually knew when a fight was coming from miles away. Before then, he would empty his mind and bring on the equivalent of sleep in preparation for his fight. He was eventually awoken by the movement of students as the ship landed.
Xovos exited the airship and followed the students to two teachers. One with a good amount of facial hair began talking, and Gideon did what he did best, he tuned him out. Eventually, Xovos followed the other students to the zip-lines, finding one to call his own, Gideon unsheathed one of his Mardemdievs from his robes and used it as a means of holding to the zip-line. Sliding his way down, Xovos watched as others dropped off rather early in their decline. Since Xovos usually tuned out the instructions, he did as others did, he let go of one side of his blade, allowing him to fall.
And fall.
And fall.
Gideon eventually hit the canopy of the forest, the impact of hitting a relatively thick branch sending him spinning. Attempting to catch his fall, Gideon grabbed onto a branch he was barreling towards though he still broke straight through the branch and continued to hit branches on his decent until he hit the ground, doing something between a graceful somersault and a series of flips before landing on his feet, albeit bruised and battered quite thoroughly.