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The Manager, and Sinner #10 of the Limbus Company Taxi Division, Carmilla. Written by Ren.

[lct-carmilla]

"I think it rather foolish; but I've noted a few of my Sinners on this platform, and curious as I was; I've decided to make an account of my own." She takes a bow. "Salutations, to all. My name is Carmilla, and I hold the managerial position of the Limbus Company Taxi Division."

"More information under the cut, so as to not take up too much space..."

Icon by Oddy!!!!

hello this is!! a limbus oc for a seperate division that consists of other ocs,,

other ocs in this division are:

@lct-skaa

@lct-thaumaturge

@iannasirlct

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Carmilla, the Manager for the Limbus Company Taxi Division. She’s leaning towards violence as the first solution for everything, but over the course of the journey, she becomes pretty open to democracy before killing.

She is one to speak softly, hardly raising her voice unless she’s attempting to assert her authority as the Manager. Unlike Dante, she has a semblance of a spine right from the get-go.

Carmilla herself is a Bloodfiend, and although she’s not particularly concerned with keeping that a secret, she will not say it outright. Has no Family to speak of, but her thirst is satiated with regular consumption of blood sponsored by Limbus Company, though she is also perfectly capable of consuming regular food and drink, but doing so will not satiate her needs as well as blood does.

Being the Manager, she’s pretty meticulous in her work, keeping detailed logs on their goings-on and sorting out the required paperwork that she keeps in her own office, which is a mess all on its own. An organized mess where she knows where everything is, she’d call it.

Carmilla, like Dante, has her own abilities as a bloodfiend to stitch her sinners back together after death, manipulating their blood to an extent that she allows herself to (or, rather, how much her contract with Limbus Company allows her) as well as bleeding herself to make up for what they lost.

Age: [REDACTED.]

Height: 5’4’’ / 165 centimeters.

Weight: 57 kg / 125.7 lbs Color code: #581838 Wine Berry. Notable features: Red eyes, freckles, and a mole on her neck.

[lcbcontractor-miracle-workshop]

Blog Update

As tumblr seems to be a space outside Head juristiction, so I'm giving my sister access to this blog.

Hi! I'm Zoey! Proprietor of Miracle Workshop and contractor for the LCE. Pleasure to make all of your acquaintances!

[lct-carmilla]

Oh, my. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Zoey.

[lct-carmilla]

why is my employee wildin' on tumblr

[lct-carmilla]

Hey can you res @lct-thaumaturge? She poked the bear.

@lct-skaa

"...Of course. I'll come by shortly."

[hilariouslarry]

[babsvibes]

[dragonofeternal]

Bob is made by Japanese artist Ahnitol! He holds pens! He comes in many colors!

[helila]

[ian-nasir-lct]

....I like bob :)

[rightfulconcerto]

Apparently I need to make an "intro post," but I fucking hate this site, so I'm not doing that.

[lcbcontractor-miracle-workshop]

pussy

[skaasurgeofficial]

Pussy

[ian-nasir-lct]

Pussy

[hellscreen04]

P.

[ian-nasir-lct]

.....

@lct-thaumaturge is this your mom?

[lcbcontractor-miracle-workshop]

No, but if she takes me to dinner I would call her mommy

[lct-carmilla]

Why is there so many people on this post. Who is this man and why is he a pussy

[localzoophage]

I love watching my spiders eat flies. It's fascinating. I do hope I can find some birds soon...

[lct-carmilla]

...If I may, I do recall having been gifted a dead bird a little earlier. Is that something that you'd be interested in?

[localzoophage]

You would give such a gift to me? You are too kind, Manager!

I would like to find a live one, though, to feed my spiders to.

[lct-carmilla]

Ah, of course, my mistake. Finding and capturing a live bird would be quite difficult, though...

[localzoophage]

I love watching my spiders eat flies. It's fascinating. I do hope I can find some birds soon...

[lct-carmilla]

...If I may, I do recall having been gifted a dead bird a little earlier. Is that something that you'd be interested in?

[localzoophage]

Introduction

The Manager told me to get a hobby, other than my collecting of flies and spiders of course, and Ms Skaa introduced me to this place. It seems as good a hobby as any.

It appears some of my colleagues have also joined:

@lct-carmilla

@lct-skaa

@lct-thaumaturge

@ian-nasir-lct

@lcts-worst

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Banner by @dreaming-the-impossible-dream

[lct-carmilla]

Joining this platform isn't a hobby... But I'm glad to see you here as well, Renfield. Welcome.

[lct-carmilla]

Enjoying your role as manager? Dante and Jante seem to be having a time.

"...It proves an interesting challenge, given the assortment of personalities that I have to deal with."

[ask-executive-manager-jane-doe]

I can confirm

[lct-carmilla]

"For you, as well? I suppose that would come from wrangling multiple people at once."

[abnoevents]

This flower was once a rose that could have been tiny and beautiful.

But now, the blood it holds gives off a cruel smell.

Drinking and growing giant, it sucked in blood that overflowed from a spring.

Without an end.

It greedily gobbles up the stream of blood with its branched roots.

> Plug the spring to stop it from drinking blood.

> Break the spring's entryway to let more blood out.

> Feed it the blood of your colleagues.

[lct-carmilla]

...Well.

Suppose she knows what that's like, to continue to feast, though, it was never enough. Carmilla breaks the springs entryway to let the blood flow.

[abnoevents]

When the spring's entryway was broken, the blood that must've belonged to someone in the past flows like a waterfall and onto the rose.

As if overjoyed, the rose waves its roots and lies in the pool of blood.

Like that, the rose drooped low and sank into blood.

At the center, a small flower bloomed.

Could this be its reward? You carefully pick it up.

[lct-carmilla]

She plucks the small flower off the floor, and cradles it in her hands. A withered thing, she thinks, and yet Carmilla feels the need to keep it on her person.

[lct-carmilla]

Enjoying your role as manager? Dante and Jante seem to be having a time.

"...It proves an interesting challenge, given the assortment of personalities that I have to deal with."

[ask-executive-manager-jane-doe]

I can confirm

[lct-carmilla]

"For you, as well? I suppose that would come from wrangling multiple people at once."

[abnoevents]

This flower was once a rose that could have been tiny and beautiful.

But now, the blood it holds gives off a cruel smell.

Drinking and growing giant, it sucked in blood that overflowed from a spring.

Without an end.

It greedily gobbles up the stream of blood with its branched roots.

> Plug the spring to stop it from drinking blood.

> Break the spring's entryway to let more blood out.

> Feed it the blood of your colleagues.

[lct-carmilla]

...Well.

Suppose she knows what that's like, to continue to feast, though, it was never enough. Carmilla breaks the springs entryway to let the blood flow.

[lct-carmilla]

Enjoying your role as manager? Dante and Jante seem to be having a time.

"...It proves an interesting challenge, given the assortment of personalities that I have to deal with."

[ask-executive-manager-jane-doe]

I can confirm

[lct-carmilla]

"For you, as well? I suppose that would come from wrangling multiple people at once."

[lct-carmilla]

Yo manager!

[she leaves an unactivated pipe bomb in front of your door]

@lct-skaa

"...Why you have deigned to bring this to me is... a mystery, but, thank you, kindly." She tucks it away.

[lct-carmilla]

Enjoying your role as manager? Dante and Jante seem to be having a time.

"...It proves an interesting challenge, given the assortment of personalities that I have to deal with."

[lct-carmilla]

Heya Manager~! [Leaves a dead bird by your office] @lct-thaumaturge

"...Thank you kindly, Thauma."

She sounds like she's struggling to get the words out.

[lct-carmilla]

EXECUTIVE MANAGER THAUMA IS TRYING TO GET A SAMPLE OF MY TISSUE PLEASE HELP I DON'T WANNA DIE - @iannasirlct

"...I fail to see why this would be a problem that would result in your death. I shall revive you posthaste, should I be proven wrong."

[ian-nasir-lct]

Ian Nasir I NEED copper

Oh, oh! Copper? Uh—y-yes! Yes, I—I have some! Not, like, a lot—I mean, it depends on what you consider “a lot,” right? Because, like, if you’re comparing it to, say, Fort Knox, then obviously not, haha, that would be illegal and possibly treasonous, and I definitely do not have that much copper. Haha. But! But if you're just looking for, like, a few ingots, or maybe some wire—oh! I have wire! Like, the spooled kind? Not the brittle cheap stuff but the real ductile stuff with that soft gleam that just sings under a torch. Well, not literally sings—unless you count the sound of the arc welder as singing. Do you? I do. I mean, I—I don’t actually sing to my metals, that would be weird. Probably. But like, who’s to say what’s weird? The world is weird. People are weird. I’m weird. Anyway.

So, copper! Right. I have it sorted into bins. Meticulously. By purity, not color, because color can be deceiving—oxidation, you know? Patina? Sometimes people think green copper is bad copper but actually it just means it's been loved by air and time, like a cozy autumn sweater but made of atoms. Oh! And I have sheets, too. Rolled, hammered, even some that I tried to etch with a ferric chloride bath but—okay, full transparency? That one went kind of sideways. Not literally—I mean the sheet stayed flat, mostly—but the acid was a little aggressive and I may have panicked and spilled it on my workshop slippers and now there’s a hole in the left one and possibly a mild scar on my foot but I like to think of it as a badge of honor. Like, you know, in video games? Except in real life the health potion is just a bandaid and a vaguely concerned phone call to the poison control hotline.

Sorry—did you want to use the copper for something? I should have asked that first. That’s like step one of normal human interaction, isn't it? Step one: Greet. Step two: Ask what the person wants. Step three: Don’t ramble about slippers. I really need to write this stuff down. Or tattoo it on the back of my hand. Except then I’d be too nervous to read it and would just sweat profusely trying to remember if I spelled “greet” with one ‘e’ or two. Is that even possible? Greet. No, yeah, that looks right.

Anyway—yes! Yes, copper! Please, please take some. Or buy it? Or trade? Do you trade? I like trades. Do you have any borax? Or antimony? Or old hinges, maybe? Oooh, or weirdly shaped rocks? I keep them in jars and give them names. There's one that looks like a slightly surprised frog and I’ve named him Bernard. No pressure though. You can just have the copper. Really. Unless you're going to use it for something evil, in which case, morally I’d have to say no, but then I’d feel really bad about saying no, and then I'd offer you cookies as a peace offering, but then I'd worry that maybe you’re gluten-intolerant or allergic to chocolate or nuts or sincerity and then I’d spiral and—uh, sorry. I’m spiraling now. I can feel it. This is a spiral. This is me, spiraling.

So. Yes. Copper. It’s... over there. In that bin. Labeled “Do Not Touch Unless You Respect the Molecular Dignity of Non-Ferrous Metals.” Haha. Little joke. Unless you're serious about metallurgy. Then it’s a rule.

…Do you want a snack while you browse?

[lct-carmilla]