[h2]Mark Tybalt[/h2]
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A short conversation carried on between the small, light toned student - his voice wavered here and there, a bit uneasy and unsteady - and the young woman, who seemed to share far more optimism in her voice. Having arrived late to the conversation as he did, the content did not make immediate sense; sure it followed a logical path, something or other about the limitations of what Mark reasoned to be the smaller student's abilities, which apparently did not apply to organic material, whatever they did. In a way, that was a relief to the older student as he looked out over the vast water, eying the island beyond - providing no interruption in their banter.

[i]"Hello Mark. I'm Kanala, but you can call me Kana."[/i]

Looking over his shoulder, having not paid too much attention before, given it wasn't his place to, he noted each of the students as she introduced them after herself; Casper, the smaller more timid one seeming more easy about his presence than either Mason - the taller student - or Kanala, or should he say Kana.

"Casper." Mark nodded in reply alongside his words directing his attention to each of the male students, arms crossed atop one another on the chill metal railing, "Mason."

"Kana." He said, finishing back on the speaker herself as she was upon the deck, sitting with legs crossed.

"In a way you can say that..." The eldest student trailed off, drawing a sighing breath, "I was directed to the academy if I wanted to live a 'normal' life."

The cold, while not biting or irritating proved a bit distracting; even with the flannel shirt he wore and his newly adapted resistance to temperatures, it certainly was not the kind of sensation he preferred as a person. Everything about the environment, barring the open water beneath and around him, spoke to him that a pelt would better serve him here. Now, it was one thing to desire comfort in a strange, perhaps truly unusual and new environment, it was another to pressure himself out of the notion that shapeshifting was always the answer to anything that didn't sit immediately well with him.

In their own way, perhaps they were correct - perhaps these government academies did really know what they were doing.

Previously Mark was entirely happy with being a human being, wanting nothing to do with meta-capability and here he was now, talking to three other students on a boat sailing steadily for an academy, all while suppressing the urge to turn into a six hundred pound tiger just because it felt more appropriate and comfortable for the environment around him.

"I take it you are too?" Mark changed the direction of the conversation from himself to the trio before him.