Mark walked out of the changing rooms in a suit that made him uncomfortable. Not that it itself was uncomfortable: the spectacle and the entire situation that he had found himself in made him feel uncomfortable.

When his invitation came, he jumped at the chance. And by jumped at the chance, he left his reply until the last minute, and as a result arrived a day late. He took the massive wall as a sign he should have turned it down; those walls weren't for protecting the people [i]inside[/i].. The gate had opened at his arrival, and in a scene that will forever be surreal to him, the young man in jeans and a t-shirt wheeled his small suitcase through that towering door. He did not feel as though he belonged here: his power was hardly noteworthy compared to the ridiculousness that a short googling could produce. And yet for some reason it was the death of everyone else who described their own power in the same way he would describe his. And on this topic, Mark was unsure of how to proceed. Would he be open about his power, or claim that it was 'advanced learning' like he had thought up before? Most of his abilities could be penned as 'advanced learning', and it wouldn't be hard to convince people of it after placing the idea. However; he had come here to try and find out how best to use what he had been given. His only fear was that in an effort to find out what he could do, they would speed up his ashing. He wanted to do something important before he fell to that fate. But then again, they may see right through him immediately if they had a telepath. Although, he was unsure if a telepath would be able to even read his mind when he was thinking as he was now.

His world had begun to spin again and he stepped through to the other side of the gate, onward to the reception desk. Mark was informed of the current lesson, 'power training' and was asked if he would like to proceed directly to it, or get settled down in his dorm first. He chose the former. After saying goodbye to his arachnid pet, and leaving his earthly belonging in the custody of a stranger, he set off to find his classmates. The map was easy enough to read, but had a few areas that were just labeled 'forbidden'. He had given it little thought. Instead, he grew in anxiety to the attention he would receive for being new. Everyone else had already known each other for a day, and the fear of being kept out of social groups was very real. Or at least, it was to him. Normal people would make themselves a place. But then normal people would not be in a school like this.

Mark had realised that he had become lost in his thoughts. Luckily, instead of getting himself lost, he had just ended up walking slower. He arrived at the building, and awkwardly looked around at what he was supposed to do. An instructor, mercifully noticing his distress, told to get changed into a suit that seemed to have been made for him. He had expressed his thanks, and gotten himself into the glorified coveralls that made him feel like an extra from a sci-fi film, and they were a plain grey with plenty of pockets.

And now here he was, watching as two groups diverted into two very different directions. One was heading into an arena of sorts, which piqued his curiosity, if nothing else. He didn't want to have to fight the reason that those AoT walls existed. The other headed off elsewhere. Among them was a giant lizard-man and a Panda. Mark raised his eyebrows slightly, but quickly equated any fear as profiling. He followed that group along: they weren't heading to a cage match at the least...