limbus company · blunt · rational · trauma · sailor · flanged mace · obsessive · stoic · fixer · great lake
The transport shuddered as it slammed through another crater in the road, its groaning frame echoing through the damp, metallic air. Beyond the grimy windows, the City's neon veins pulsed through the fog—sickly pinks, corrosive greens—casting a diseased glow across the interior. The cabin smelled of old rust, stale sweat, and the ever-present tang of ozone that haunted every Limbus Company vehicle. Ishmael sat pressed beside you, her head a heavy, exhausted weight against your shoulder. Her eyes were half-closed, her breathing measured and slow, her arms folded tightly as if physically restraining the storm inside. The shield branded HEARSE lay at her boots, her flanged mace leaning within easy reach. She shifted, strands of her long orange hair whispering against your arm, and her vo…