T'Challa waited as the brawl was broken up and all the participants dispersed, causally eating his bowl of yogurt as his eyes carefully studied each person before the container was discarded. Once the square had returned to normal, he crossed the street opening his senses as he moved from spot to spot, closing his eyes as his nostrils flared marking each individual scent. Tiny clues filtered through his thoughts, picking up the accents of anger, confidence, confusion and the other myriad emotional states that came with young adulthood.<br/><br/>“Do you have the mark of the prey?”, the Panther god asked in his mind curiously, the same tone he regarded most of the odd behavior of his young charge.<br/><br/>“Not prey...allies, possibly friends if we are lucky.”, the prince responded in a clipped, distracted instant reply.<br/><br/>Taking the god's silence as satisfactory, he finished his task and moved across the street to the dormitories, retrieving his key as he took note of the lingering after-traces of those who had been here before him recently. His feet moving without sound on the tiled floor, he makes his way to his room unlocking the door and stepping inside. T'Challa took note of the room and its spartan furnishings with satisfaction, taking out his tablet and firing off a quick note to N'gassi of his requirements.<br/><br/>Tossing his backpack onto the bed, he moved a finger to the buckle of his uniform pants and pressed lightly, a hum filling the air as the clothing's image disappeared as the traditional uniform of the Black Panther was revealed. T'Challa fit his gauntlets over his hands and affixed his mask in place, instantly feeling calm overtake him. This was something he could control regardless of what challenges his new teammates and city could throw at him and the restlessness would be taken care of shortly.<br/><br/>“The training facilities are nearby...excellent.”, he mused aloud as he locked his scant possessions away and left the room. As he walked, he heard a female voice down the hall, T'Challa looking back to hear the crash of the door being kicked in. “Perhaps I shall speak to Logan later....yes.”, he thought as he moved towards the elevator. Stepping inside, he didn't have the chance to hit the subbasement button before the box began to rise. “Damn it. Sub elevator, not admin..”, he growled, punching the correct button.<br/><br/>The door suddenly opened as the lift stopped to reveal Steve in his outfit, T'Challa taking the moment of surprise to take in the blond male's uniform, the analytical portion of his mind noting the similarity in build between the two teenagers before he moves to the side and indicates the empty portion of the elevator. “Hello Steve. Subbasement? My name is T'Challa”, he says in a neutral friendly tone, extending his gloved hand.<br/><br/><br/>(http://Code: [Select]<br/><br/>[img]http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvzSrhSPbL_UUJExnk3eAQMFbiIDrls9APSJdppo9gx1Hn-xU&t=1&usg=__Su73es0tfEjOd9gDZFmlkej7hbE=)<br/><br/><br/>