Mission Prep: Duo had opted for one of the flight suits, just in case anything happened. He didn't want to ruin any of his good clothes, especially not his leather jacket. What he DID wear over the flight suit was his cloak though. The one from the aborted mission. Dark brown, hooded and long enough to reach his ankles.
He'd braided his hair and tucked it under the cloak, but fly-away strands hung in his face as he bent to packing rope into a pack he'd grabbed. There was also a travel mug shoved deep into the pack.
Duo looked... exhausted. His movements slow. Pale and with bags under his eyes.
But if someone catches his eye or speaks to him, he'll answer with a ready smile or laughter.
Arrival1 - Stepping off of the train into darkness was unplesent. Duo sighed, rubbed at his eyes and then lowered his hand to te floor and activated his flashlight to allow him to see what the hell was lurking in the darkness.
"... I've seen this movie. Light is my friend." He muttered to himself.
2 - While he wasn't one of the people who approached the natives to find out what was up, Duo did his best to get involved.
Being slim and experienced, he somehow ended up being one of the people to wriggle through the rubble to take supplies to those trapped.
He sat, legs crossed, covered in dust, his face streaked with dirt and drinking something he really, really hoped was water that one of the natives had given him once he'd returned from one of his supply runs.
Rest Time: Duo... didn't sleep.
He was offered a bed, a place in one of the homes of the Terrans. They were nice enough, even if they were tall as hell.
As politely as he could, Duo had to say no.
Instead he sat outside of one of the houses, he'd at least agreed to a few blankets he'd sat himself down on. And he leaned against the wall, sipping from his travel mug.
Duo Maxwell | Purple Team - OTA
He'd braided his hair and tucked it under the cloak, but fly-away strands hung in his face as he bent to packing rope into a pack he'd grabbed. There was also a travel mug shoved deep into the pack.
Duo looked... exhausted. His movements slow. Pale and with bags under his eyes.
But if someone catches his eye or speaks to him, he'll answer with a ready smile or laughter.
Arrival 1 - Stepping off of the train into darkness was unplesent. Duo sighed, rubbed at his eyes and then lowered his hand to te floor and activated his flashlight to allow him to see what the hell was lurking in the darkness.
"... I've seen this movie. Light is my friend." He muttered to himself.
2 - While he wasn't one of the people who approached the natives to find out what was up, Duo did his best to get involved.
Being slim and experienced, he somehow ended up being one of the people to wriggle through the rubble to take supplies to those trapped.
He sat, legs crossed, covered in dust, his face streaked with dirt and drinking something he really, really hoped was water that one of the natives had given him once he'd returned from one of his supply runs.
Rest Time: Duo... didn't sleep.
He was offered a bed, a place in one of the homes of the Terrans. They were nice enough, even if they were tall as hell.
As politely as he could, Duo had to say no.
Instead he sat outside of one of the houses, he'd at least agreed to a few blankets he'd sat himself down on. And he leaned against the wall, sipping from his travel mug.