Selene
Greenery, bushes and trees were giving way to a more barren, concrete lay of the land, by which Selene assumed they must be drawing even closer to Saffron City. The idea made her stomach perform somersaults in her abdomen slightly...if anything, this made the whole Academy experience that much more real. Living on an island provided no end of beautiful scenery or inspiring views, but after a decade and a half one could become disillusioned to said landscapes and yearn for something a little different.
You didn't get much more different than the sprawling metropolis of Saffron City. This...this was Selene's life now. Cities, towns, glass, concrete, skyscrapers, Pokemon...actually making something of her life.
All these thoughts could quite easily have scared Selene out of her seat and back to Four Island had she had the opportunity to dwell on them further and allow them to take their full development – though brave and bold Selene also had somewhat of a fear of the unknown, and things so great she couldn't even imagine them – but luckily for her Shade chose that precise moment to jump into her lap.
With a jump, Selene's eyes snapped down to the Zorua on her lap, hands spread wide outward as her whole body tensed and pushed backwards into the seat. Her breathing calmed and her whole posture relaxed as the Zorua curled up and covered his face with his tail, drawing a small smile from Sel as she hesitantly reached down to stroke the soft fur of Shade's tail. She'd practically forgotten that this was the Zorua who took on her form and mimicked her well enough to freak her out completely...almost.
"I don't see how it can be anything less than awesome," grinned Sel, turning her attentions to Vince as he spoke. "HoTa is one of the biggest companies ever apparently...their name had even reached my island, which is a feat seeing as half the population of Four Island don't even know of the existence of Unova yet," she rolled her eyes and grinned, omitting the fact that she herself only learned of Unova's existence on arrival at the Academy. "I daresay we will be seeing things that...we never have or ever will see again. We're very lucky to have this opportuni-"
She trailed off, eyes turning back out of the window as she noticed the coach passing through what could only be described as a huge gateway for vehicles. There was darkness, punctuated by dim light, for a moment as the coach passed through under the bridge, and then bright sunlight that made Sel narrow her eyes automatically for a moment.
Saffron, they had arrived.
"WE'RE HERE!" she exclaimed loudly, grabbing Vince's arm in excitement and practically leaping out of her seat, doubtlessly unsettling Shade in the process. As the coach slowed, crawling through the streets of Saffron, Selene heard the excited chatter of the students growing around her. Releasing Vince's arm, Sel pressed her palms against the window and looked out at the people and the City of Saffron, who were watching them with wide eyes and curious faces, children waving being held back by cautious parents, elderly men sat outside houses with pipes watching the sleek silver beasts cruise past them until...there were no people.
"This must be the exclusion zone," said Selene thoughtfully, looking backwards out of the window and as she had suspected, seeing police lines cordoning off the streets. Shrugging slightly – heavy security could only be good for them of course – she turned back around and grinned widely as the coach stopped suddenly. The door at the front of the coach opened and the figure of Lt. Surge appeared up the stairs, standing at the front of the bus and coughing loudly.
"ALRIGHT QUIET. We have arrived at our destination. I require you all to leave the coach in an orderly manner, and line up calmly by the side of the bus on disembarkation. Understand? Now, let's move out!" he instructed before descending the steps of the coach, the orderly departure he had commanded turning into what could only be described as a free for all, as students clambered over each other with growing volume in desperate bids to get out to see the famous HoTa Corporation.
"Let's go shall we?" smiled Selene, waiting for Vince to get up seeing as he was sat in the aisle seat. Not really feeling climbing over Vince to get free, Sel decided that it would be easy enough to wait for him to get himself up. It wouldn't take that long...surely...
Brogan
The chatter around her was nauseating. It was so loud, so...excited. Why were these children so excited? It was only...oh, of course. For these people it wasn't only HoTa Corp at all – the biggest buildings they had seen were probably the ones hidden away at the Academy, and they did only have each other to socialise with...what a pity. Surely that should be outlawed, stunting the growth and development of children in such a way...
In either instance, it would seem as though they had arrived, given that the people lining the streets of Saffron had vanished and the coach was slowing through the streets of the exclusion zone set up by specialised police units. With a sigh, Brogan stood and sauntered through the aisle towards the front of the coach, smirking slightly to herself as heads turned, chatter hushed and tongues lolled with eyes watching her the entire way down the coach.
Out of the corner of her eye, Brogan caught sight of a fire-red head of hair sat alone...the face to match with a furious expression looking down at a PokeBall. She slowed considerably, recognising this boy as the one who had followed herself and Mackenzie in the Mountains...the one who seemed to be intent on causing trouble with people and then trying to make them think he was "nice," whatever that word meant. She did not like him one bit.
Stopping still, she turned straight on towards him, staring at him the whole time with a scarily calm and impassive expression, just waiting for him to turn his attention from that PokeBall to her. He would plainly see the conveyed dislike on her face as soon as that eye contact locked...Brogan felt, as she was on her home turf now, she should get some scores settled before she got off the coach.
"We've arrived," came a voice from the front of the coach, and Brogan's eyes flicked over briefly to survey Brock stood in front of the seated students, returning to Calnith steadily. Brock observed the unusual quietness of the coach and Brogan's body language that could almost be portrayed as antagonistic, before shrugging it off. No fights were happening, nothing was getting out of control, it was fine. "Please make your way off the coach in an orderly fashion," he asked simply before leaving once more. Slowly and silently, the students leaked out into the aisle and made their way off the coach, but Brogan stayed where she was. Until Calnith moved, she wouldn't move. She didn't trust the guy, didn't trust his motives, and this was her home – her future and her legacy – and she wasn't going to leave him be.