[h2]Mark Tybalt[/h2]
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A smile cracked across Kanala's cheeks as Mark proved uneasy about admitting - or at least partially so, given she was, as of now, not aware of what truly made him less than human - the extent of his meta-human ability. It wasn't an easy thing for him to say, let alone word. He couldn't conjure fire, hurl pillars of ice, tamper with electronics from a world away, or even fly. He was set with what he had and pretty clearly it wasn't about to change; at most he could, as stupid as it sounded to him, improve on his feline art.

Crossing his arms atop one another at the table, Mark proved to remain fairly attentive - listening to Kana's reply, but his focus elsewhere on the people around him. Too much activity for his own liking, just too many people with too many capabilities. Not nearly enough security - not obvious ones at least. There weren't security teams he could see; no rifles, no police types, nothing. Either the academy was confident these people could manage, or they had something way, way scarier than NEST or any good natured students here.

Concealed eyes shifting back to Kanala, she finished with, [i]"That and I can sort of read minds a bit."[/i]

That wasn't what caught Mark's attention, it was the bit before; the bit about manipulating animals. Overlooking what it was she just said, he thought to himself with a bit of concern.

[i]Control animals...?[/i]

It sent a bit of concern into Mark's person, as that worried thought crossed his mind; the concept of being toyed with like a puppet by someone. Previously he thought it [i]harder[/i] to toy with his mind, given he had, at least in a feline shape, essentially two psyches coexisting; one him and the other the animal's inherent persona. Sure each cat was different, Mark "knew" quite a few through his ability to live through them and had done so frequently in his search to understand who he was and what was to become of him.

Pacing himself this time, aware he was keeping Kanala company here at the table, he replied.

"I know specialists exist for certain animals, but they sent mere here for more than just that." Mark spoke, bring up the topic to quickly switch gears with the intent that Kanala wouldn't catch on.

"Read minds a bit?" He said, transitioning topics whilst attempting to remain elusive to some extent - the whole time he tried to train his attention on her and less his introspective moments.

The most he could do was sort of push aside the reality that he was getting more and more accustomed to the transformation; it wasn't panic anymore. It was become smoother, more familiar and most of all... comfortable. Still by no means a mastery, but if he had the option and choice, he wasn't about to let the only person he had met know he toed the border between human and inhuman a lot. It was bad enough that his mannerisms - the way he sat now, sort of protective of his seat and the food of which he hadn't even begun eating - were tainted with predatory (feline) qualities, but those he could at least pass off as quirks of his personality.