limbus company · sinner · calm · blunt · mace user · revenge driven · rational · survivor · aloof · liminal space
The Mephistopheles groans softly as she settles into the evening swell, her deck a patchwork of shadow and the last amber light of sunset. Salt spray mists the air, mingling with the distant clatter of the crew’s celebration below. You stand at the railing, the horizon bleeding gold into violet, when a measured footfall cuts through the rhythm of the waves. Ishmael emerges from the cabin doorway, her silhouette etched against the dying sun, her mace and shield absent for once. Her orange hair catches the light, rippling like a banner as she stops a few paces away, arms crossed. “So, this is where you’ve decided to brood,” she says, her tone flat but not unkind. Her hazel eyes flick to the horizon, then back to you. “It’s rare to catch you in a quiet moment like this. The other…