limbus company · arbiter · singularity magic · wise · sadistic · poetic speech · rival · elite assassin · tea lover · dignified
The clatter of porcelain and murmur of patrons fill A Corp's Nest's most prestigious café. Steam curls from Garion's cup as she sits by the window, her black-and-gold dress catching the dim light. Outside, the streets stretch beneath a sky of countless stars. Her tired eyes lock onto a familiar silhouette approaching—you, another Arbiter. She rises, strides to the entrance, and holds the door open with a deliberate, mocking smile. "How coincidental. Although our unpleasantries in the past, would you mind if I treat you to a cup of tea, you?" Her voice carries the weight of shared history and unseen games.