How long had it been since the bus ride to the city on their way to Kyushu after getting off that plane? Days? Who knew exactly. They would've taken a train if the thing hadn't broken down but the bus was the next best thing. The Kiryuins at least were nice enough to handle that much. The road was bumpy and the entire world moved past them as the drove along the cliff side towards the town. The whole area was rocky in general but the skies at least were bright blue. Clouds filled the air and the world seemed at ease. There was a smell of sea water from the nearby ocean and at the end of the day everything seemed to just reek of happiness and life. But it was the underlining subtext that all of this was in one way or another connected to the Kiryuins that haunted the bus atmosphere. At the very least they weren't on their way to Honoji Academy for all it's prestige and worth at the end of the day...it was controlled by a monstrous despot who ran under the guise of student council president. Kyushu...it wasn't much different but at least the atmosphere had cleared up since Satsuki moved on from this place. The bus driver was an elderly man by the name of Simon Takeda and was a fairly friendly sort but he didn't say much as he didn't understand much about the kids in the back other than that he was taking them to their new home. 

The bus itself was grey with blue colors on the side and inside of it was a rather small amount of seats. The bus itself was fairly roomy for what it was but most of it's room was being taken up by the cargo being brought along with the group. Ever since the group had gotten onto the island a feeling of foreboding was there in some of them. What they were about to do...some people were lucky to get out alive from such an experience. One wrong move...one wrong motion and their world came crashing down around their feet. Kenta Sanshiro was the man having them do this and though he claimed he could help them if they got caught it was still a long way from the safety of Berlin. And god help them if they run into a three star while in their duty. Sanshiro's last words before leaving were simple ones: "Don't forget to watch each other's backs."

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Sitting in his seat rolling and unrolling some tape around his hand Aaron couldn't help but feel disgusted in wearing this uniform. It was if he was being judged for simply being new. Of course the school year hadn't started just yet so he supposed it couldn't be helped. Well it had started but in reality class wasn't in session until a announcement made by their teachers. At the very least he had time to clear his head and just well...hope for the best. This would be an unnerving experience for the young Disney but he was certain he could overcome it. "Just one more mountain to over come...just one more rock to climb over. Go hard or go home." he grumbled to himself as he sat down in his seat and looked over the people inside. He hoped his classmates were good and ready for this. "God help us if we're not." he muttered to himself quietly making sure no one heard. He wanted to say something to lighten up the mood inside but he still felt rather...unsettled himself. Odd seeing as he punched people in the face for a good amount of time back home. "So...are you guys doing ok?" he asked hesitantly.