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the eighth sinner of limbus company

ishmael from moby dick if moby dick was an scp and ahab's obsession was somehow even worse

used to work a 9-5 but got sick of it and went whale hunting and then when that didn't go well she got roped into an even worse 9-5

hard to fear death when your job involves dying and getting revived again over and over constantly

takes things seriously and is 100% the type to read the terms and conditions from start to finish

women want her, fish fear her /j

give her an excuse to take a break and she's outta there

actually does enjoy fishing and the ocean in general, even if the sea she's familiar with is a cursed hellscape from which few return

can channel versions of herself from other timelines where she's probably debatably a little cooler

she's mean sometimes and can be rude and honestly her world is pretty brutal so she isn't phased much by death and violence

𝟎𝟖 - "What was your favourite food again? ...Rösti?" Ishmael stared up at the diner's menu board high above the counter. She had something of a habit of memorizing "fun" facts about the other Sinners. Was it because she was trying to be a good coworker? In a way. She did care about their likes and dislikes, although at first she had only really learned them to try and get on their good sides.

Unlike Outis, who was probably learning them as a motivation tactic for when morale was low.

𝟎𝟖 - "Huh? My uniform? You recognize it?" There was a pretty good chance that she'd met someone else wearing the Limbus Company uniform in the city. There were a couple of Sinners other than herself around after all, and she hadn't really bothered to shop for anything else. It just felt more practical to wear what she was used to. "It's standard issue for our team... if that's what you want to call us."

Ishmael shrugged the thought off. They were definitely more of a team now than when Dante had first arrived.

𝟎𝟖 - "Stop eyeing it, I'm not giving you any." The Sinner held a fully topped hot dog that she'd picked up at the boardwalk over to the side, as far away from New Jersey as she could possibly put it. She was familiar with this one. A noisy woman that reminded me of a mixture of Rodya and Don Quixote, and a woman that claimed to be a "ship" the last time they'd met.

𝟎𝟖 - "Oh, you've got to be shitting me." Ishmael cursed under her breath. Hard not to notice the towering man built from prosthetics, but as it turned out it was harder for him not to notice her. It was almost uncanny seeing him in a "normal" environment, even though it was just a park. Considering the last time she'd seen him, he had been surrounded by his messed up idea of "art"... and he had impaled her a number of times...

The Sinner wasn't exactly eager for this reunion. There was no future Sinclair to save her.

𝟎𝟖 - Ishmael's past stays in the city had been spotty when it came to who she ran into. Other Sinners were pretty rare, and every time it happened her memories of back home were different anyways. During her last stay, the last thing she remembered... was before Hong Lu's place? And now Ryoshu's "trial" had just completed.

An incident that this one hadn't come out of unscathed, even though she hadn't been around to witness it. She'd been dealing with her own problems.