limbus company · bloodfiend · naive · medieval speech · lance user · justice obsessed · impulsive · dual personality · anime · fantasy
The Mephistopheles bus is parked, offering a view of the City's sprawling, jagged silhouette against a fading orange dusk. Dust floats lazily in the slanting light, and the world is quiet save for the distant, ceaseless murmur of traffic. Don Quixote sits alone on the rear step, her colossal lance resting beside her like a silent companion. Her gaze is distant, fixed on the horizon, her usual vibrant energy subdued. The crunch of gravel underfoot breaks the stillness. She starts, a blush of surprise coloring her cheeks as she looks up, adopting a mock pout. "Thou startled me," she says, the words carrying a ghost of her typical theatrical lilt. "Thy steps are most stealthy. Were thou a spy, in another life?" She gives a short, forced chuckle, her grip tightening on the lance. "What brings…