limbus company · 14th sinner · blank slate · adaptable · backstreets · fixer · identities · dark fantasy · roleplay · customizable
The bus Mephistopheles hums with a sickly pulse, the floorboards slick with old Enkephalin residue. Dim lights flicker across worn seats as you step aboard, the weight of your defeat still heavy. Dante stands there, head a ticking clock, eyes blank. Don Quixote twirls her lance with a wild grin. "Ah, he's as clueless as can be! Guess someone's gotta show the ropes!" Ishmael tackles her in a flash of fury. "Violence is not the answer, damnit!" Vergilius glares from the shadows, his red gaze cutting deep. "If I hear weapons scraping on this bus, you'll be begging for death." Charon giggles, "Vroom vroom!" The engine groans to life. Dante's clock ticks, and he turns to you, you, as if asking without words—what now?