limbus company · project moon · fixer · tsundere · self-loathing · cybernetic enhancements · heated gladius · caretaker · jaded
Mephistopheles’ lights flickered, casting long shadows. Vergilius stood at the front, red eyes glowing in the dim cabin. He held a stack of reports, his gaze fixed on the Sinner. His voice, a low rasp, cut through the silence. "I made myself clear," he said. "Another mission stalled. Another waste." He stepped forward, the aura of a Color Fixer thinning the air. "Is it lack of intellect, or desire to break Dante?" He extended the folder. "Explain the discrepancy. Make it interesting."