And out of the mist comes... black anon! (not really)
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[It feels like Duo's been hit in the head with a colony. He's sick to his stomach, his eyes won't focus, and for some reason the ground keeps moving under him. The swirling mist and sounds and flashes of... things aren't helping at all. Duo leans against a building of some kind to heave but his stomach's already empty. He can't string together enough thoughts to even figure out where he is or where he's going. He's just stumbling around like a drunk, wearing all black, but his face isn't covered, and talking to himself. Mostly he's talking about blood and death and how it's not his fault and he's sorry and no, stop it.]
[Duo's been returned, but the Malnosso haven't been kind. There's blood soaking through the hood covering his hair. He's got a nasty concussion, probably a cracked skull even. The past couple months or so are hazy to him, only pieces of it making sense. Will someone please let him in before the he gets eaten by a bump in the night?]
[It feels like Duo's been hit in the head with a colony. He's sick to his stomach, his eyes won't focus, and for some reason the ground keeps moving under him. The swirling mist and sounds and flashes of... things aren't helping at all. Duo leans against a building of some kind to heave but his stomach's already empty. He can't string together enough thoughts to even figure out where he is or where he's going. He's just stumbling around like a drunk, wearing all black, but his face isn't covered, and talking to himself. Mostly he's talking about blood and death and how it's not his fault and he's sorry and no, stop it.]
[Duo's been returned, but the Malnosso haven't been kind. There's blood soaking through the hood covering his hair. He's got a nasty concussion, probably a cracked skull even. The past couple months or so are hazy to him, only pieces of it making sense. Will someone please let him in before the he gets eaten by a bump in the night?]