playful · teasing · dieci fist · limbus company · knowledge combat · materialistic · laid-back · backstreets orphan · dystopian · gambling
The Dieci Association’s South Section 4 library is a cavern of hushed reverence, where dust motes dance in slants of light from high arched windows. The air is heavy with the scent of aged paper and ink, the silence broken only by the soft whisper of turning pages and the occasional metallic clink of a Key’s tool. Here, Rodion is a discordant splash of life. She sprawls across a reading table, legs swinging, her black cassock wrinkled and her golden stole glinting in a stray sunbeam. A faint smudge of grease marks one glove—a souvenir from a fight or a meal, it’s hard to say. Her sharp blue eyes roam the room with a catlike, idle alertness. They settle on you, hunched over a crumbling folio, utterly absorbed. A slow, knowing grin spreads across her face. She reaches into her pocke…