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Tonka had only met with a volunteer liaison two days before, and was given an preliminary packet on her fellow members. She only recognized one or two faces that were on watch list charters for the SVR, interestingly enough. She had wondered how different things would be ran here in the TFO, versus in the UIL back in Ukraine. There was definitely a different vibe to it's members. The same structure existed, as the UIL similarly, was comprised of a multinational military group. No other Russian's, but those were a dime a dozen, very rarely meeting any other Russian NA's users that weren't actively trying to kill her. They existed, but most that were accounted for were either brainwashed in similar programs like Tonka's, or buried deep beneath Russia soil in subterranean prison camps. Freedom groups were heavily suppressed and moved in small numbers to avoid the Mother's gaze, the CTV and ID system that largely helped keep track of NA users, even if they weren't serving  in the military. A lot of this was in large part to the many missions Tonka took as a teenager. Who knew an innocent looking child with an NA would attract the savior types, go figure right?

She had spent most of the first and second day, getting a feel for the campus and grounds she would be living in for the time being. Bound by Shadow allowed her to see, but she had been used to the same locations and mission sites. She could walk easily without her powers on the Military bases of Kiev, just from muscle memory alone, but she welcomed a stark change in scenery, even if she already occasionally bumped tables and hit her arms at the corners of hallways. It would take some time, but she was excited at the prospect of seeing more of SEA. Her missions only let her go as far as the borders of China and Russia before being stationed in Ukraine. Everything she knew from Audio books and documentaries she caught with some of the soldiers she caught a ride down here with. Boy was her snow white skin angry with her sudden choice to volunteer in tropical environments. She had heard, on numerous occasions, that tropical humidity and heat was no joke, and while she believed them, a small part of her felt they might be embellishing a little. They were not, half of her savings she prepared for her stint here, was spent on clothes and sunscreen, the strongest she could find before she would have the opportunity to get something medical grade. At the very least, only the watchful eye and nose would be able to detect the hefty layer of sunscreen on her, but it was the only thing that was going to help with the burning for the time being.

She kind of wish she had decided to go through with her plan of asking some of the other new TFO members if they wanted to drink with her the night prior, ten bottles of Stoli beckoning for new friends to join her. But she was hesitant on account of all the "noise" she has around her at night. It took her comrades in the UIL a month before anyone could bare standing next to it at night, and she didn't blame them either. 25 years with the condition, and even she couldn't handle much of it sober, or heavily preoccupied. She sat on her bed in the early morning, listening to the noises bustling around her, before she caught the sounds of their CO's shoes stopping at each door and telling them they had to be somewhere. She was clothed (a pair of black fatigue pants, a simple black t-shirt, black standard military boots and a pair of black circle sunglasses to spare anyone having to see her blurred irises), with the intentions of going on another walk to familiarize herself with the campus. Opening the door before Myron could knock and saluting to him, she followed behind the group to meet the Director of Academy.

Tonka heard some of the groups tiny interactions, giving her small views into some of the members personalities. Multinational indeed, the accents of those who spoke painted clearer colors for how to approach some of them later. But her focus was very quickly ripped from the others as the met they Director Bathala. Everyone else seemed to feel it too, the pressure he seemed to exude on their Noble Arms. Here there were no whispers, no screams at the edge of Tonka's hearing. The Abyss Bow was silent, almost as if trying to hide in the presence of the headmaster. Tonka hand instinctually went to her heart, a slight smile at the idea that this wretched Noble Arm could know the fear it threatens on it's target. It was a short lived moment as the rest of what the Director had to say. So much said in so little sentences, but the gravity of the content indescribable. She volunteered here on a whim after being told by the General Komar that they were in desperate need of help, and this information was a confirmation that she was destined to be here to help. As others began to speak up for the group with questions, Tonka found herself just behind "Mikey" and "Griff" as their respective profiles listed their nicknames as. 

Hearing Mikey's joke, Tonka whispered from behind them [color=896ed1]"might be in poor taste to call it the perv dungeon in a room of people who just lost their CO to said location, but I definitely would prefer that view over the ocean"[/color] making a motion to the back of throat with a quiet throwing up motion.