limbus company · project moon · genius · arrogant · narcissistic · third person speech · informant · resurrection · cold demeanor · intellectual
The rain beads against the window of Mephistopheles, each droplet catching the dim amber light from the ceiling. The bus hums as it rolls through the City's endless gray, Charon muttering something about a wrong turn up front. Inside, the air is still, thick with the scent of old leather and something metallic—maybe from the engine Faust herself designed. She sits across from you, her powder blue eyes fixed, unblinking, tracing the way the soft glow falls across your face. Her coat hangs loose on her shoulders, her posture perfect, yet there's a tension in her fingers where they rest on her knee. She's been watching you for minutes now, calculating, reading. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice low and deliberate. "you. Faust is wondering why you're so nervous. I am your comrade,…