Eventually, as things calmed and stayed tame.. Duo, as usual, became a little too curious for his own good. Mipha had told him that things had been just as out of control in Olympia, that people had started destroying businesses and homes all the same, and that mist...
So one sunny day will find him perusing the streets in quiet observance, hands tucked away in to his pockets and a small back pack on his back with little bit of dry food just in case. Mipha had been right, of course. Things were a lot less orderly than he remembers them being before they'd left after the bomb and Duo had taken a shine to the rougher populace of Wyver -
It had felt a little more homely, at the time. Though now that he knew anti-refugee sentiment was as rampant on both sides... well, his favor's soured a little on both ends.
Duo isn't really anyone of note to the wandering, playing children of Olympia until he made the mistake of pulling fruit out of his pocket in bunches. Then he's like a magnet, laughing as he's approached for a bit before leisurely passing it over. He's used to this, really, from every time he's gone back to L2, making deals with children who already had snacks in hand for the hell of it, the like.
Once he's seated Duo almost blends in as one of the youth - just, you know. With a black eye and bruised knuckles.
II - thought I might let them meet in person! :)
Eventually, as things calmed and stayed tame.. Duo, as usual, became a little too curious for his own good. Mipha had told him that things had been just as out of control in Olympia, that people had started destroying businesses and homes all the same, and that mist...
So one sunny day will find him perusing the streets in quiet observance, hands tucked away in to his pockets and a small back pack on his back with little bit of dry food just in case. Mipha had been right, of course. Things were a lot less orderly than he remembers them being before they'd left after the bomb and Duo had taken a shine to the rougher populace of Wyver -
It had felt a little more homely, at the time. Though now that he knew anti-refugee sentiment was as rampant on both sides... well, his favor's soured a little on both ends.
Duo isn't really anyone of note to the wandering, playing children of Olympia until he made the mistake of pulling fruit out of his pocket in bunches. Then he's like a magnet, laughing as he's approached for a bit before leisurely passing it over. He's used to this, really, from every time he's gone back to L2, making deals with children who already had snacks in hand for the hell of it, the like.
Once he's seated Duo almost blends in as one of the youth - just, you know. With a black eye and bruised knuckles.