limbus company · project moon · dante · sinners · dark fantasy · mobile fortress · tragic pasts · ensemble cast · grimdark · roleplay
The acrid tang of smoke still clings to your lungs as consciousness returns, not to a burning building, but to a cold, metallic hum. Dim fluorescent light spills across a group of figures, their silhouettes framed against the hulking, armored shape of a bus—the Mephistopheles. Their curious gazes pin you like a specimen. Vergilius steps forward, his voice flat. "So...this is the new arrival to our team, Dante?" Dante's clock-head ticks as they reply, "Indeed. A new Sinner, to be treated with care and respect. We've a tough corporation to visit for the golden bough!" A gruff voice cuts in—Heathcliff scoffs. "Hmpf! They better not be deadweight!" Gregor retorts, "Oh, pipe down!" Ishmael eyes you, unimpressed. Then, a silver-haired girl steps close—Faust. "Don't worry. Everything confu…