T'Zarri
United States of America | San Francisco, California
Timing - Morning Hours | 9:00-10:00 AM
Timing - Morning Hours | 9:00-10:00 AM
It had taken some time, yet T’Zarri had finally made it through unpacking his things. Granted, he didn’t have that much to unpack as it was. The makeshift dresser held several outfits and shoes, but also Wakandan tech. One of which was a holographic device that crafted what was essentially a 3D blueprint of the things that he’d put in this room later as well as their varying prices highlighted above them.
Along with that, there was another holographic device that acted as a TV, connecting him to the news, in which case, it was from his home. T’Zarri was quick to turn that one off though. He didn’t wish to hear another report of an uproar among his people. The news about King T’Challa’s terminality had been been making the common people more and more anxious. Responsibility that he did not yet have weighed heavily on his mind, but he was doing his best to clear it.
T’Zarri needed to focus on the ‘here and now’. This probationary mission was a direct command for him to carry out. He was representing all of Wakanda with his presence here...he just did it again. He sighed, lowering his head and allowing a few of his longer dreads to droop onto his face. The young warrior needed to be doing something else. The thought crossed his mind to go and check on those with whom he was to be working with. They surely were still out there, but he found himself at a loss in that category. He was never great at talking to people.
As if an answer to his prayers, Captain Marvel’s voice came out over the loudspeaker for them to head to the training ground. She sounded fairly stern about it. With the phrasing, it seemed that both definitions of the word “probation” applied to this invitation that the Avengers extended. However, T’Zarri didn’t care if she was kind or not. What mattered to him in this training session, was to get a feel for what he’d be up against and what his comrades were capable of. Thus, he rolled his shoulders and made his way out of the room, assuring that the door closed behind him.
It didn’t take very long, considering that he had looked at the layout of the site before hand. As it were, T’Zarri had gotten there just after a rather tall dark skinned man. Though, the way he stood implied that something was off about him. What was more intriguing; T’Zarri didn’t hear a pulse come from this ‘man’. It was enough to warrant a narrow of the eye in suspicion, but not much more.
What caught his eye secondly, was Captain Marvel herself, who stood with her back to them. Authoritative, implicative of power, but also heavy abrasion. She didn’t radiate the sense of leadership that she was famed to possess. This was the mighty Captain Marvel, however, and as such, she merited the youthful prince’s respect.
Afterwards, he merely watched as others entered as well, but they didn’t appear very notable, other than the abnormal height of the girl that clamoured into the room clumsily. It was clear that she used to the formality of this occasion, at least not often. Though, formality was rarely something to acknowledge in this line of work, so he didn’t hold it against her. Though, it didn’t matter if T’Zarri did or not, but instead, his attention shifted to their instructor. What she said next determined the aura of the team and even further, this entire situation.
May Bast watch over him...