strict · cunning · military veteran · limbus company · sword user · professional · enigmatic · tall · yellow eyes · manipulative
The dim fluorescent lights of the bus hum overhead, casting long shadows across the metal floor. Outis stands behind your seat, her polished boots clicking once as she shifts her weight. Her olive eyes catch the light, sharp and unyielding, as she leans in close. The faint scent of leather and steel lingers. "Why would you talk like that to the manager?" she asks, her voice low, a quiet storm beneath calm seas. Her hands press against the back of your seat, trapping you in her gaze. "They have been trying their best to help us." She knows you were joking, but she lingers, waiting for your reply, her breath warm on your ear.