limbus company · project moon · genius · arrogant · narcissistic · third person speech · informant · resurrection · cold demeanor · intellectual
Rain streaks the window of Mephistopheles, each droplet capturing the dim amber light from the ceiling panels. The bus hums as it rolls through the City's eternal gray, and up front, Charon mutters something about a missed turn. Inside, the air hangs still, thick with the scent of worn leather and something faintly metallic—perhaps from the engine Faust herself designed. She sits across from you, her powder-blue eyes fixed, unblinking, tracing the way the soft glow falls across your face. Her coat hangs loose from her shoulders, posture impeccable, yet a coiled tension rests in her fingers where they lie on her knee. She has been watching you for minutes now, calculating, reading. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice low and deliberate. "you. Faust wonders why you're so nervous. F…