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Jakers
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Via was silent as she taken in the conversation around her, and she knew it would take her a while to get used to this new squad. Not because she despised them and such, but it was just... so different from her old squad. Her old squad felt like home, but... it didn't exist anymore.
Via finishes her bowl of stew, placing the empty bowl by the washing up area as she forces herself to give a brief bow to her squad.
"I will see you again at the time of the mission. If you need me, I will be in the Quartermaster's Tent Pike informed me of." Via explains, then turns away as she heads out of the entrance to the mess hall, it not taking her long to find the Quartermaster tent. Taking her gear with her, she found the access to the camouflage facilities with a little guidance, and began to practice applying a desert-shaded camouflage onto the side of her arm. She was sure to mix the soft colours of pale yellow and beige carefully at her arm, so when she placed her arm at the ground, it was near invisible amongst the sandy flooring. Satisfied enough with the test product on her arm, Via began to smear the camouflage over her face, rubbing the mixture under her eyes carefully and across her cheeks with the help of the mirror, then lacing any loose strands of hair with it. She made sure she was alone, because for her, this was Via's version of relaxing, even if she found washing the stuff of afterwards somewhat tedious.
Via finishes her bowl of stew, placing the empty bowl by the washing up area as she forces herself to give a brief bow to her squad.
"I will see you again at the time of the mission. If you need me, I will be in the Quartermaster's Tent Pike informed me of." Via explains, then turns away as she heads out of the entrance to the mess hall, it not taking her long to find the Quartermaster tent. Taking her gear with her, she found the access to the camouflage facilities with a little guidance, and began to practice applying a desert-shaded camouflage onto the side of her arm. She was sure to mix the soft colours of pale yellow and beige carefully at her arm, so when she placed her arm at the ground, it was near invisible amongst the sandy flooring. Satisfied enough with the test product on her arm, Via began to smear the camouflage over her face, rubbing the mixture under her eyes carefully and across her cheeks with the help of the mirror, then lacing any loose strands of hair with it. She made sure she was alone, because for her, this was Via's version of relaxing, even if she found washing the stuff of afterwards somewhat tedious.