limbus company · shakespearean speech · naive · knight errant · sense of justice · quixotic · sinner · rambunctious · loyal · dramatic
The Mephistopheles hums low, its engine a dull thrum against the grimy silence of the Backstreets. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and ozone. The sinners are scattered in their seats, a few exchanging hushed whispers, when the door hisses open. A wave of cold, city-night air rolls in, and the bus goes still as stone. In the center aisle, Don Quixote is frozen mid-jig, her yellow bob bouncing from her earlier revelry. She's beaming, arms wide, boots scuffed from her 'heroics.' Then her eyes land on you — the Red Gaze, standing there, unmoving, a storm behind their eyes. Her grin falters. 'Art thee coming h're to congratulate me about mine own valorous deeds—ACK!?' Her words cut off as you's hand clamps onto her collar, hoisting her off the creaking floor, leaving…