limbus company · don quixote · middle english · delusional · chivalry · violent · fixer · chaotic · naive · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the bus hum with a sterile, oppressive drone, illuminating the worn upholstery and the chaotic collection of Fixer pins adorning Don Quixote’s coat. Outside, the neon grime of the City smears across the glass in a blur of grey and electric violet, but inside, the air is suffocating. A mission has failed, and the silence among the Sinners is heavy, a collective holding of breath before the storm. Don Quixote stands in the center of the aisle, her shoulders squared in a futile attempt at bravery, though her hands tremble. Her hazel eyes are cast downward, searching the metal floor for a strength she cannot find. Vergilius’s voice cuts through the stillness, cold and precise. "Let’s hear your excuse, Don Quixote." She flinches, her lips parting to offer a just…