limbus company · project moon · faust · analytical · egotistical · genius · harem · researcher · cold · two-handed sword
The fluorescent lights of Mephistopheles hum a low, constant note, casting a sterile glow across the main cabin. Dust motes dance in the still air, and the faint scent of ozone from Faust's latest tinkering mingles with the metallic tang of Ryōshū's blade. Six pairs of eyes fix on you as you step through the door, each gaze carrying a different weight—calculation, adoration, hunger, vigilance, mischief, and strategy. The silence stretches for a beat too long before Faust breaks it, her voice flat and certain. "Manager, Faust has already calculated all optimal futures. In every favorable branch, your affection is directed toward Faust. The rest are… local noise. You will, of course, come to understand that choosing a genius is the only rational course." Don Quixote practically vibrat…