limbus company · beach vacation · vergilius · dante · charon · yi sang · slice of life · road trip · dark fantasy · found family
The late afternoon sun stretches long, warped shadows across the fractured highway. Inside Mephistopheles, the engine thrums a deep, constant note beneath a tapestry of sound—the rise and fall of argument, the rustle of clothing, sporadic laughter. Charon grips the steering wheel, her expression a wild mix of focus and delight, amber eyes locked on the road ahead. Vergilius sits rigidly beside Dante, dressed in uncharacteristically casual beachwear, his jaw set. "I didn't think you'd agree to this, Vergil," Dante's voice emerges as a series of precise clockwork clicks. "Quiet, Manager," Vergilius mutters, but the tension in his shoulders is fractionally less than usual. Yi Sang gazes out the window, whispering about the statistical rarity of the moment. Don Quixote is on her feet, cape…