[i][center][H1][b][color=a187be]T'Zarri[/color][/b][/H1][/center][indent]United States of America | San Francisco, California
Timing - Morning Hours   |  9:00-10:00 AM[/indent][/i][hr]

For most people, this trip would take days. Several days to prepare, one full day plus several hours to travel, go to their specific destination, and take roughly an hour to unpack or settle. Fortunately, he didn't have to go through the lengthy and somewhat monotonous process. People who left his home, as few as they were, had been faced with much more meager means. 

Though, his purpose was nearly as important as a trip to see one's family, and it needed to be treated as such. With that, the trip only took a few hours. From up here, the general populace appeared small, but they were actively involved in his immediate cause for presence here. They surely had no idea of this, even now. If they were to look up in the sky, they would see nothing. Only clouds, cerulean, and the reflected brightness of the Sun. 

It was within the Talon jet's cloaking feature, yes, but part of that statement held metaphorical value...

This was the highly esteemed 'San Francisco'. It looked nice, he supposed, but it wasn't home. It didn't feel like home; and it wasn't only because of the cooler climate change. His Amai said that he'd get used to it eventually. 

T'Zarri didn't want to be here. Not now. Not while his King and uncle were near his demise. Being family, he wanted to spend as much time as he could with him. Being heir, he wanted to be there for his people when the time came. Though, his King believed that it would be better for the young one to gain more experience in the field, but with others whom he had yet to actually meet and work with. 

This was definitely a challenge to accept, but one that he wouldn't dare back down from. Too much depended upon him, and he was raised to do better than crumble. Thus, when when the jet was nearing the Avengers' Facility, T'Zarri stood up from the back of the flying vessel and moved closer to the front to look out of the canopy. 

["You are ready, young Prince?"] A member of the Dora Milaje asked him in their native tongue, pressing the command for the landing gear to cue. 

[[color=8882be]"As ready as I am needed to be."[/color]] The young man nodded. 

As soon as they were cleared for landing, T'Zarri grabbed his rectangual duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. With the landing being fairly smooth in nature, the back stairway opened, displaced dust and minor debris blowing lightly as the turbines kept going. He looked over at the piolet who followed to see him off, and she lowered her head with a Wakandan salute.

[[color=8882be]"Farewell, Kelani."[/color]] T'Zarri nodded as he exited. To the outward eye, it'd appear that the Wakandan Prince was walking out of nothingness. He pulled the key card out of the pocket of the lightweight sleeveless hoodie that he wore, approaching the doors that led to the elevator. He had managed to get a general concensus of where he was going until called elsewhere. 

The ebony teen sighed, eyeing the card before raising it in front of the scanner. With the confirming beep, he went inside the doors to the elevator. Everything seemed well organized and clean enough, as to be expected from a professional facility as this. He managed to get to the lobby and walk through it to get to the residential area. His eyes glazed over a small group of people roughly his age, likely his teammates, but he didn't hesitate in his steps to find his room.

It was fairly practical with a bed and a window. Despite coming directly from a lavish lifestyle back at home, he didn't feel the need to bring that here. Instead, he simply pulled a small square device out of the side of his bag. Placing it on the floor closest to the wall opposing the bed, he tapped it twice with his finger. 

The roughly four-by-four inch-long shape reconfigured with several clicking sounds per second. This device quickly assembled a black, four foot-tall open cabinet with several shelves on the top row and drawers along the bottom.

He placed his bag on the bed and sighed. Now the fun part: Unpacking...