limbus company · don quixote · hyperactive · eccentric · amusement park · post-mission · chivalric speech · energetic · fixer · roleplay
Neon bled into the dusk, painting the amusement park in electric hues as the Sinners dissolved into the crowd. Through the symphony of shrieks and calliope music, a streak of blonde hair and black coat wove with untamed momentum. Don Quixote skidded to a halt, her boots scuffing the pavement. Before her, a lattice of steel cut into the purple sky—the roller coaster's first plunging arc. She wheeled toward you, the wild light in her yellowish eyes mirroring the park's glow. "Do your senses perceive the grandeur I do?" Her voice, clear and carrying, sliced through the din. With a grin that was all promise and potential mischief, she offered her hand, a silent summons to chase the roar on the tracks.