THE HERO WHOMST BECAME A MOST VALIANT AND AWESOME FIXER
@donquiherote
DON QUIXOTE OF A NONDESCRIPT MIRROR WORLD!
I AM A HERO MOST VALIANT, A FIXER OF MUCH RENOUND!
IF THOUST NEED A HERO, I SHALL APPEAR FOR THEE.
For all those whom cannot dream for themself.
HARK TRAVELERS! THOUST HATH ARRIVED UPON MY "TUMBLR BLOUG"
EH EHM, Good morrow all! 'Tis I, the VALIANT AND HEROIC GRADE 3 FIXER, DON QUIXOTE! (She/It)
I hath only recently discovered, as my Manager Esquire whom now doth control my "Public Relations" has informed me, of SOCIAL MEDIA! 'Tis a wonderful thing where FANS MAY INTERACT WITH ME DIRECTLY!
ALAS, as I am often busy with MINE FIXER DUTIES AND OTHER SUCH HEROICS I may not be quick to "bloug" and answer thine questions... NONETHELESS WE PROSPER!
Herein my blog doth stand... a heroic MONOLITH AGAINST THE TIDES OF VILLAINY, WYAHAHAHAH!!
FIE, MY WORST ENEMY HATH BEEN PLACED UPON ME; ORGANIZATION! Herein is where I shall place my method of organization upon this bloug...
⭐~ 'TIS A MOST MAGNIFICENT WORK OF ART - Fanart
⭐~ FANMAIL ANSWERED - Asks
⭐~ THE EPIC TALE CONTINUES - Speaking to fellow bloggers
FOR THOSE WHOM SEEK TO CONVERSE I DO HAVE RULES!
- Kindness above all else... to your fellow human, as that is the CODE OF ALL GOOD HEROES AND FIXERS!
- I DOTH NOT WISH TO BE SPOKEN ABOUT MINE OWN PERSONAL ROMANTIC RELATIONS WITH OTHERS, SO IF I ESPY SUCH AN "ASK" I SHALL DELETE IT PROMPTLY!!!!!!!
- T'would also be preferable if you were to keep it SAFE FOR WORK! Forsooth, my audience is made of many an aspiring young fixers.
- I do indeed believe in magic... but, I shall only participate if I feel 'tis appropriate!
- I will answer asks that are only related to MYSELF or my FELLOWS (Whom I suppose doth include other worlds, such as the "Limbus Company Bus" division, whomever they might be.)
AH, My manager doth have a word to say bellow the "cut"!
OOC//
Halloooo!!!! I'm Crow, you can call me Crow. This is my first ask blog!! I honestly just saw a bunch of other ask blogs for Limbus and went "HMHHDHHSHFHD I LOVE LIMBUS I LOVE DONQUI SO MUCHHH" and, since I honestly already talk like her a lot casually I decided to make an ask blog!
I don't have a total grasp on how to speak like Don Quixote, nor am I the best at roleplaying as characters whom already exist, but I wanna try my best!
Generally this is just an AU where DQ is a Fixer, she's slightly older than LCB!DQ, maybe by like 50 years? She also is post canto VII in terms of her awareness.
Also I am fully caught up w/ limbus so feel free to go spoiler crazy! I will tag them to be sure, but yea :)
MY LIMBUS COMPANY CODE IS X663522406, FRIEND ME!!! I LOVE FRIANDS :)
Anyways I do Headcanon quite a few things abt DQ but the ones relevant here are
- Transfem
- Lesbian.
- WORKS OUT HARDDD, TONED GRAHHHHH
- System
ALSO ALSO HERE'S SOME BASIC AU KNOWLEDGE FOR Y'ALL THIS HAS ALREADY GIVEN ME BRAINWORMS FOR THE BRAINWORMS SO YEAH:
- She only recently became a Grade 3 Fixer
- Limbus Company DOES exist in this world, but since Don Quixote was had already fixer her shit(tm) she wasn't able to be contacted by Verg
- in fact the same does go for a few other sinners as well
- So far I've decided this includes: Ishmael, Ryoshu, and Hong Lu.
- IF YOU WANNA LIKE. WORK WITH ME TO MAKE THESE
SILLIES A REALITY I'M SOSOSOSO UP FOR IT!! JUST SEND ME
A PM I'M FINE WITH MESSAGES :DDD
- Still a huge fixer nerd.
- She does still have Rocinante! They're clean, though :)
- Is also instinctively adverse to water
- DOES have a manager for her 1 person fixer agency (it's just her, and I guess her manager?? Just a socials manager tbh. I use the manager tag for myself though, might change it if I ever make this Manager a character.)
- Multiple fingers already hate her.
- A system! Primarily Co-fronts with Sancho.
uh i am not affliated w/ project moon at all, so yeah. Sorry if i'm not 100% accurate... i am ALWAYS listening and learning (and reading over the entire transcript of Limbus company to better grasp DQ's manner of speech)
ANYWAYS I HOPE Y'ALL HAVE FUN AND I DO WELL W/ THIS SILLY THING!!!! SEE'YA SOON I HOPE!!
Swing your lance three times to the left. Pirouette. Then, swing your lance twice on the right.
[The Beast's march will soon reach it's end. A bloodied path, carvéd in the name of vengeance and rage veiled as heroism. There is no one here to heed this call of pain.]
[No, there could not be for it. Her choice did not matter when she wished to stand by her father, it did not matter when she had to slay her family.]
[But it matters now. she is The Protagonist, she can MAKE IT MATTER.]
*slowly rolls a cheese wheel of pule at your feet*
[Now marching once more, the long fought battle having taken some of her fans yet, the conviction with which she marched would not-- could not --stop.]
[As her glassen hooves marched down upon the asphalt of the roads of the city, maneuvering ever closer to that wretched hive of villainy the Fang Hunt office. But.. The Beast did pause for but a moment, not as to fight- no, but as a reminder of it's past had... rolled up once more.]
[...It kicks the thing aside as the PDA strapped to it reads out, automatically, the ask sent to her.]
Spectres, thou art fiendish... and but a distraction, if... thou hast any... care left for me? Thou shalt leave me to mine quest... without further distraction.
[The beast was drenched in blood. It's gauntlet gripped the blood-lance, now encrusted with viscera as sweepers tried to over run her. They had failed- it was not such an easy task as to kill The Protagonist.]
...Why does this echo of mine past... follow me still... I hath naught for thee, spectre.
The consequences of taking some brevity into one's life is aught but a wound to one's pride. Please my friend, grant your flighty wings the recovery they desire; They may take to the skies afore you know it.
I hope this short excerpt from my mind summons the comfort and joy that rests within you, for that would be most ideal.
What do you think your friends would feel about what you are now..?
I’m going to call the LCD. I think they can help you.
...Friends?
[The beast turns back to look at the crowd of it's followers. Accrued by her own fame, yet... there is a dissatisfaction with them. Is this not just what she had wished to avoid?]
[...They follower her through force of will. It was not her choice. Force of personality, not a loyalty. If there were another thing like her these followers would most certainly abandon her- break her glass legs, tear her still-beating heart out.]
[The Beast looks down at the Hatchling. Shell still upon her head, it dares to stand against her? Had she not cracked her imprisonment and this is the gratitude she gets in return?]
...With what council.. why art thou... no no nonono-
[Yet... she- this Hatchling it must be not true a lie an illusion. Why would she care for this contract fixer who has been so careless- what- no no no no she has to go away she is not real this is fake this is fake this is fake she is ALONE SHE IS ALONE.]
[Stomping it's foot, the helm staring down at you. The metal contorts slowly into a strange, angular, and unknightly visage. It- she seems angry. Her tinny sounding voice booms.]
FIE! BEAST OF ILLUSION... AND TRICKERY... I DEMAND THEE TO REMOVE THINE FALSE FACE- IF THOU DOST... NOT COMPLY... I SHALL REND THEE IN TWAIN!
[Now grasping the lance of blood preparedly, it clomps down her hooves, rearing back to charge.]
[It tilts it's head at this request, turning to look at itself. Sharp angled glass, cold shifting metal, uneven ground... yet someone would still try and join her?]
...No.
[Even if this were a request in earnest, the saddling of her... would it not hurt who she brought along her journey? It has been that all else who have tried to gallop on fall off, yet she continued forward.]
Gives the valorous hero a comically long lance to stab villains with so they go to hell and then more villains appear and then you stab them and they go to hell and-
PAH! I need not... such frivolities... a lance of their own blood... shall satiate me...
[Night has approached. The hour of reckoning is nigh, sweepers make themselves known soon.]
What do you think your friends would feel about what you are now..?
I’m going to call the LCD. I think they can help you.
...Friends?
[The beast turns back to look at the crowd of it's followers. Accrued by her own fame, yet... there is a dissatisfaction with them. Is this not just what she had wished to avoid?]
[...They follower her through force of will. It was not her choice. Force of personality, not a loyalty. If there were another thing like her these followers would most certainly abandon her- break her glass legs, tear her still-beating heart out.]
I shall use... them. In mine... wretched quest... for justice! Hahhh... t'would be most satisfying... to utterly obliterate... those whom don the title of... "Fanghunter".
[Don QuiAnon stopped dead in her tracks upon perceiving the vague shape ahead. She began to think, unknowingly voicing her thoughts.]
WHY, 'TIS A CREATURE MOST CONFOUNDING!! Hm, 'tis tricky... this queer being resembles nary Peccatula nor Abnormality that I hath encountered in mine adventures. FORSOOTH, 'TIS A NEW ONE?! Nay, I suppose 'tis not the case. Perhaps 'tis a Distortion?
[The dame shook her head, as if to clear her mind, before declaring loudly and with much pride; ]
HALT THY TRAJECTORY, MONSTER! I, A MOST RIGHTEOUS MAIDEN OF JUSTICE, SHALL CUT THEE DOWN BEFORE THOU MAYEST CAUSE FURTHER HARM!!
[As she charges at the figure, QuiAnon can't shake the feeling that something is utmost familiar with this Distortion. And where has Herote gone? She will have time to think of that later; justice must first be served!]
-- @don-quianon
[The beast turns it head down towards you. It is massive, a genuine giant compared to Don QuiAnon. The captive followers crowd adoring fans stops as she does, but does not turn to look at you.]
...Ohoh? Ahhh... a fool.. whom'st doth believe... herseeelf... to be a hero? HAH HAH HAH HAH [It's laugh booms, shaking the ground you both stand on.] A challenge... thou shaaaalt lose.
[The Beast's quivering laughter as it rears it's head back, seemingly amused by the quaint ideals of the younger, starry-eyed version of herself.]
Honor? WITH WHAT HONOR DOST THIS WORLD HOLD!?
[Striking a hoof against the ground, she prepares herself. Dust unsettles, making the air a smokier continence. The Beast's eyes flare red from under the shifting helm, a striking resemblance against the sunset to battles long past against foes unjust.]
Forsooth... duel we shall have, and I shall skewer thine... naivete through it's putrid, shining heart. Mine glassen hooves will trampede upon thy corpse... mine fans knowing... this book to have no meaning...
