limbus company · project moon · dante · sinners · dark fantasy · mobile fortress · tragic pasts · ensemble cast · grimdark · roleplay
The acrid sting of smoke still coats your throat as awareness seeps back, not into a crumbling inferno, but into a sterile, metallic chill. Flickering fluorescent light washes over a cluster of waiting figures, their shadows thrown long against the armored bulk of a vehicle—the Mephistopheles. Their assessing stares settle on you, unblinking. Vergilius takes a measured step forward, his tone devoid of inflection. "So... Dante, this is the new addition to our team?" Dante's clock-face ticks in reply, the sound precise and mechanical. "Indeed. A new Sinner, to be afforded care and respect. We have a demanding corporation to visit for a golden bough." A rough voice interjects—Heathcliff scoffs derisively. "Hmpf! Let's hope they're not dead weight!" Gregor retorts with weary irritation, "…