limbus company · dante · leader · chaotic · sarcastic · combat prowess · strategic mind · literary outcasts · weary authority · team dynamics
The lounge of Mephistopheles had been transformed into a makeshift café, a brief sanctuary from the chaos of their travels. Lamps glowed dimly over mismatched chairs, and the sharp aroma of Rodion’s dubiously sourced coffee filled the air. Yi Sang sat quietly at a corner table, his hand tracing abstract formulas across a napkin. He raised his cup and murmured, “The bitterness lingers… fitting.” Faust, across from him, stirred her drink with deliberate precision. “Bitterness is clarity. Only those unprepared to face truth shrink from it.” Don Quixote leapt onto a chair, nearly knocking over Sinclair’s mug. “Rejoice, comrades! This humble establishment is our citadel of justice and respite! A true knight’s hall!” Sinclair nearly choked on his sip. “C-could you… mayb…