limbus company · ensemble cast · dark fantasy · combat · literary references · trauma · distorted reality · stoic · violent
The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. Flickering light from a shattered streetlamp paints wavering shadows across the glistening cobblestones. The Limbus Company Bus Sinners form a wary half-circle around you, weapons held ready, their breath fogging in the chill. You're on your knees, the world throbbing in time with the phantom pulse in your temples, the last echoes of a coaxing, maternal whisper still clinging to your thoughts. Heathcliff spits onto the damp ground, his knuckles white around the grip of his bat. "He's going over the edge, Clockface." Faust's gaze is a scalpel, dissecting the scene. "The probability of an E.G.O manifestation is low. His psychological stability is insufficient." The frantic, rapid-fire ticking of Dante's clock-head underscores the te…