For the most part, Duo is used to cramped spaces and wheedling his way through situations. Operation Meteor’s covert ops specialist who felt more at home in a cramped space liner than free and clear on terra isn’t typically the one to be found climbing or hopping around, but he isn’t incapable, either. What does suck, in all of this, though?

That snively little thing called gravity pulling on him as he does so.

That long braid of hair has long since been wound up around the back of his head, too precious in its current condition to allow it to get too sweaty or caught on something in the midst of a climb or jump, jamming the tips of his boots in to what small foot and hand holds that he can find or getting a running jump to clear a particularly wide space. Would he prefer to be touring the place to get a good look at the inside of a computer from a bug’s view? Absolutely. But instead here he is, squatted down in a break between sheer climbs, wiping at his forehead with the cloth cuffs of his jacket, a huff of breath blown up toward his bangs.

“I really shoulda just stayed with Howie and the guys, shouldn’t I? Damn.”

Common sense? Never heard of her.

Duo winds his way deeper and deeper in to the depths of Superbia little by little, of course intrigued by the smaller, flatter, less dangerous area he seems to be stumbling upon. Ever the proverbial street dog that likes looking for a little place he can call his own, he thinks it doesn’t hurt to have an area to purposefully get lost in, when push comes to shove. The cramped conditions aren’t too far removed from space craft of his time, and it doesn’t even blip his radar in the slightest. What does catch his attention is that this was definitely meant for people. Though unfurnished and definitely showing its age, he can’t help but realize that this was meant as a living quarters at some point in time.

Everything is dusty, dirty, and unlived in for a long span of time, that much is obvious, but he comes across a room that was clearly once a bunk room, the mattress long since decayed and fabric that breaks off in his hands recognizable enough. He stops in his investigations, turning ever so slightly to the door as the sound of someone coming nearer catches his attention.

“I wouldn’t try to sneak up on a guy like me if I were you.” Though Duo’s tone makes it sound like a joke… it’s very much a veiled threat.

Eventually, Duo makes his way out of the innards and winding tunnels of the wrong way to civilization and to the shipyard.

The scrapper in him desperately wants to try his hand at every ship he can possibly lay eyes on here, to take every possibility for a joy ride just because he can, and the speed demon in Duo Maxwell has not, and will not, be tamed for as long as he manages to stay on this side of a dirt nap. His tour of the ships, earmarking ones to give a try while he’s here and, presumably, has free reign to take a look and take things for a joyride. If they come back damaged… well. It isn’t his own, right? Return it and whistle away like nothing ever happened and he didn’t break a damn thing.

That is until he catches sight of something green, white, and gold out of the corner of his eye. All at once, Duo is backing up without warning, irreverent to others possibly around or behind him, and – Yep. That’s definitely Gundam Altron. All at once Duo is turning on his heel and breaking in to a run.

Not to find Chang Wufei, of course. (Yet.)

But if Altron is here, there’s a good chance that Deathscythe is too, and soon he spots the black mobile suit, and anyone within ear shot definitely catches his braided loudmouth as he yells out.

“Deathscythe ol’ buddy ol’ pal!”

[ In this edition of gundam pilots offering useless answers : ]

Tell me a little about yourself.
Name’s Duo. That’s about all you gotta know.

Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?
I don’t follow orders.

What is your best feature?
Definitely my hair.

[ I’m open to prose or brackets format wise. If there are any scenarios I didn’t outline that you’d like to play, slap that starter up there or message me here\hit me up with a pp on plurk goblinrex and let’s plot! :) ]