This sparked from my recent tomodachi life incident, Faust straight up pulling bitches somehow (while being a hater I guess lmao)
OOC for shitpost, tw for Yi Sang showing emotions /j
Only sex joke I'm ever making /j
Why is don there you ask ?? She tried getting with my mii immediately after faust got together with em lmao. Also this is my first actual self insert limbus content lolol, this was sm fun expect more :9
Do ask for limbus too please... ik it seems like I'm way more into lobcorp (I am) but that doesn't mean I'm not hella deep into limbus too ok :,)
ⓘ an 、 halfway through writing this. checked the wiki. holy shi i made faust way too hostile it’s so ooc n it made me cringe. but after spending some hours on it. i can’t just toss it out. so suffer.
➤ FAUST
— faust herself is known as the most intelligent sinner among the group - perhaps, by her own account, among nearly the entirety of the city itself. both her constant proclamations and the records in her sinner profile support such a claim.
— thus, naturally, she takes immense pride in the vastness of her knowledge.
— it’s precisely that pride which forged the sharper edges of her personality: the competitiveness she makes no effort to conceal, the deliberately condescending cadence in her speech, and the near‑unshakable confidence she places in her own intellect.
— until she meets you, that is.
— reasonably speaking, faust dislikes you almost immediately.
— perhaps ‘dislike’ is too restrained of a word for the peculiar irritation curling beneath her ribs each time you casually correct one of her statements - not rudely, nor arrogantly, but with enough accuracy to leave no room for dismissal.
— at first, she perceives your interjections as little more than an unpleasant habit. an attempt to challenge her authority. a needless inclination to chime into matters already settled by her conclusions.
— yet the issue lies within one inconvenient fact: you are correct - consistently so.
— not always in grand, dramatic ways, no. sometimes it’s merely a minor adjustment to a calculation she overlooked; other times, a clearer and more comprehensive reinterpretation of a phenomenon she thought she already fully understood. insignificant details, yes, but they accumulate.
— and faust notices every single one of them. of course she does - these matters concern her expertise, after all.
— it never fails to make her brows twitch for what feels like the tenth occasion of the day.
— however, there exists something far more irritating about this entire ordeal - something that makes her skin crawl ever so slightly beneath that composed exterior of hers. a feeling she hardly ever - if ever at all - experiences.
— even people, or the countless intellectuals she had crossed paths with before, had never occupied her thoughts in quite this manner. howbeit, somehow, you manage it effortlessly - so unchallengingly, in fact, that several sinners have already begun noticing the subtle changes in her behavior around you.
— is it because you are her colleague - someone she is forced to remain around for extended periods of time ? perhaps it’s because your corrections are never delivered with arrogance, nor mockery, depriving her of any reasonable justification to dismiss them outright ?
— or perhaps it’s because, somewhere along the line, faust began experiencing something she had only ever truly felt once before - during that incident aboard the warp train - uncertainty.
— the longer this odd game of intellectual one-upmanship continues, the more irritation begins intertwining itself with something far uglier beneath the surface.
— insecurity.
— faust possesses immense pride - that much is undeniable - yet such confidence was never built upon arrogance alone. she has gesellschaft - an incomprehensibly vast collective of knowledge standing behind her, supporting her conclusions, refining her understanding, ensuring she remains ahead of nearly everyone else within the city.
— and yet, even with that advantage, you still manage to outpace her. again. and again. and again.
— it leaves something bitter festering beneath her ribs. growing moment by moment like a stubborn seed slowly forcing its roots deeper and deeper into soil unwilling to reject it.
— because if even the knowledge she prides herself upon proves insufficient before you, then what exactly does that make her ?
— no, that can't be the case. that must not be the case. no. absolutely not.
— faust, counting herself alone, wouldn’t be this degree of aggressive - irritated, certainly, but not enough for such ugly emotions to fester this deeply beneath her composure. however, the factor belonging to gesellschaft sure does trigger such. to an extent.
— their presence lingers constantly behind her thoughts, whispering into every moment you manage to outplay her once more. telling her - a genius - why is she being driven so downhanded by such an individual - someone they are quite certain does not possess a technique akin to theirs on their back, but merely their own knowledge alone.
— before long - or perhaps for far longer than she would ever care to admit - faust attempts to rationalize it. surely there must exist a logical explanation behind your capabilities.
— maybe your field of expertise merely overlaps with hers more often than anticipated ? maybe your conclusions are aided by information inaccessible to others ? maybe your thought process simply differs enough from conventional patterns to produce more efficient results in certain scenarios ?
— with that being said, the issue with such reasoning lies within one simple, irritating truth: your intelligence does not appear limited to a singular field.
— whether it concerns calculations, abnormalities, combat strategy, linguistics, mechanical systems, or phenomena even some certain parts of the city itself struggles to properly categorize - you adapt with infuriating ease. worse still, you do so without carrying the same air of superiority she has come to expect from intellectuals of your caliber.
— you simply. . understand. as though the conclusions she spends precious seconds refining had already existed within your mind long before the discussion even began.
— there are moments where she catches herself watching you silently from across the bus. staring - bordering closer to glaring, if anything - while you spend your time conversing almost jovially with your colleagues. not out of fondness - certainly not that - but observation. analysis. an attempt to uncover the mechanism behind your thought process.
— soon afterwards, with those tendencies gradually growing more accustomed to gesellschaft’s constant words alongside the very nature of faust herself - whose hostility was never born purely from arrogance, but rather from an incessant desire to understand the city wholly - she eventually comes to accept one undeniable truth.
— yes. you are indeed smarter than faust herself.
— surprisingly, that realization merely drives her to learn more about your knowledge - about yourself - instead.
— she begins lessening those habitual tendencies to glare toward your direction whenever discussions arise; especially after you once remarked, rather casually, that such glaring would “eventually ruin her pretty eyes” - an absurd statement, frankly.
— yet ever since then, the twitch of her brows whenever you present a significantly more comprehensible plan for the sinners has noticeably softened.
— rather than immediately opposing your conclusions internally, faust slowly begins learning from them instead. from your words. your thought process. the peculiar ways your mind reaches answers before anyone else can fully piece the question together.
— however, to accomplish such a thing, she ends up following you around far more often than intended - to the point where the two of you are now, apparently, attached nearly hip to hip.
— the other sinners find this development utterly hilarious - despite faust herself not quite sharing their enthusiasm. after all, watching her shift from glaring daggers at you to quietly absorbing your explanations like a student listening to their instructor within such a short span of time is, admittedly, rather amusing from an outside perspective.
— nowadays, the two of you resemble that infamous pair of exceptional students within a classroom - constantly discussing matters no one else understands, nor particularly wishes to understand after a certain point.
— albeit faust remains noticeably competitive at times, the aggression behind it has lessened considerably beneath the surface. not entirely gone, certainly not, yet healthier now - more constructive than hostile.
— and perhaps most surprisingly of all, even gesellschaft itself gradually comes to embrace your presence.
— after all, you prove to be yet another remarkably plentiful source of knowledge now placed well within their - lcb faust’s - reach.
➤ YI SANG
— in contrast to faust, yi sang initially takes a rather passive - if not outright unresponsive - approach to your intelligence, particularly prior to his canto.
— after everything he has endured, the fact that someone happens to be exceptionally clever hardly seems important in the grand scheme of things. if anything, he occasionally regards you with a quiet sort of melancholy.
— your brilliance reminds him, perhaps unwillingly, of his own past - the days when he was praised as a genius, only for that same path to lead him toward mistakes and regrets he still struggles to fully leave behind.
— yet the more time he spends around you, the more those feelings begin to change.
— there is something oddly grounding about your presence. a difficult thing to explain, really, but perhaps it stems from the fact that your intelligence resembles his own in a strangely familiar way.
— and perhaps - just perhaps - it is comforting, too. a faint reminder of better days. of conversations shared with people he once cherished. a distant warmth lingering beneath memories that otherwise ache to revisit.
— though even yi sang himself would hesitate to admit that aloud.
— this develops far more noticeably after his canto - without the weight of the past dragging at his heels quite so heavily, yi sang becomes much more observant than most people realize.
— he notices everything - the way you already know the outcome of an argument before it reaches its conclusion, the way you subtly steer conversations, the way your plans always seem to contain three more plans hidden beneath them, the way your conclusions arrive through routes entirely different from his own.
— he finds himself. . . becoming invested in these things in more ways than one.
— now that he thinks about it, it's surprisingly rare to encounter someone capable of matching him intellectually while remaining so approachable and jolly. unlike faust, conversations with you rarely feel like a contest of superiority - they feel natural. comfortable. like speaking with a genuine friend.
— and it's a comfort he grows increasingly fond of - he lets you know as much from time to time, though not always in a particularly direct manner.
— before long, conversations between the two of you can probably last for hours - one hypothetical leads into another, which leads into three more, until everyone else has long since given up attempting to understand what either of you is talking about.
— unlike faust, yi sang experiences no bruised pride whenever you outsmart him. if anything, he becomes more interested and curious.
— the moment you arrive at a conclusion he failed to consider, his eyes seem to brighten ever so slightly. as though you've presented him with a puzzle he hadn't realized existed.
— he enjoys being surprised by you, really.
— yi sang also becomes noticeably more talkative whenever you're around as time pass. granted, "talkative" remains a relative term.
— he still speaks in strange metaphors, still drifts into abstract observations, still somehow turns a simple discussion into something resembling philosophy.
— and if you happen to enthusiastically follow along with all of it ? well. it quickly becomes heaven for the two of you and absolute hell for everyone attempting to decipher the conversation from the outside.
— though he rarely admits it, yi sang can become uncharacteristically and surprisingly competitive when the mood strikes.
— it’s not all that subtly aggressive or open, but still the two of you have absolutely spent entire evenings attempting to outmaneuver one another through increasingly absurd thought experiments, neither willing to concede and neither willing to stop.
— and somehow, both of you leave the conversation feeling victorious anyway.
— speaking of mental games, he grows particularly fond of playing chess with you. not simply because he expects to win - quite the opposite, in fact.
— he is fully aware that you will likely defeat him most of the time - and that on occasion you are probably allowing him a victory out of kindness.
— still, he enjoys it - because to yi sang, the game itself is secondary. what matters is spending time with someone whose mind he genuinely admires.
— as your friendship deepens, you gradually notice him developing the habit of seeking your opinion - not intentionally nor consciously. it simply happens, like a plant naturally turning toward sunlight.
— whenever a problem arises, whenever a theory is proposed, whenever some unusual phenomenon catches his attention - his gaze drifts toward you almost automatically.
— waiting. curious about what you'll think. what you'll notice. what angle he'll inevitably miss.
— another thing worth noting is that yi sang is actually rather easy to impress - not through grand achievements or impossible feats all the time; rather, through perspective such as a single observation he never considered, a new interpretation, a different angle, and that is often enough.
— and those moments remain with him for a very long time afterward.
— similarly, he develops the habit of quietly remembering your ideas, your comments, and your observations.
— weeks later, he may casually reference something you once said, nearly word for word. not because he deliberately memorized it, but it simply stayed with him.
— your thoughts gradually become part of the collection of ideas he carries with him wherever he goes.
— if you're particularly good at reading people. . . . yi sang appreciates that more than he can properly express.
— despite appearances, he is not as passive as many assume. when circumstances demand it, he is fully capable of standing up for both himself and the people around him.
— that said, he is grateful whenever you notice the smaller things like the subjects that make him uncomfortable, the situations he'd rather avoid or the moments where he begins withdrawing into himself - it makes him feel understood.
― he finds your thought process beautiful - not necessarily because it's correct, but because it's yours. distinct, unpredictable and entirely separate from his own.
― there's something deeply comforting in discovering a distant mind he can't completely predict. no matter how much he observes, no matter how many conversations the two of you share, there always seems to be another layer waiting beneath the surface - another thought process, another perspective, another conclusion he never quite anticipated.
― thus, the habit of stealing glances in your direction develops all on its own. absentmindedly at first, then with increasing frequency. likewise, his smiles become more common whenever you're around - they may be faint and subtle, but undeniably there.
― and though your intelligence certainly plays a part in that fondness, it's not the sole reason. somewhere along the way, he found himself appreciating your presence just as much as the thoughts you bring forth.
― perhaps it's because a friendship built upon mutual understanding and shared curiosity has gradually begun to bloom into something more. something softer. something neither of you can quite name yet.
― to yi sang, discovering something beyond his expectations has always been one of life's greatest joys - and somehow, no matter how much time passes, you continue giving him new things to discover.
You awoke the next morning with a pounding headache however your pain never deterred company business, as such Vergilius once again stood at the front of the bus with Charon and a very flustered Sinclair, it seemed your sinner of the hour had already been chosen. He barely spoke to you as he led you to a small coffee shop, you stepped inside to the welcoming smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries as the two of you sat down at a small table in the corner of the shop. “Uhm I think I’m supposed to give you a gift right…” he asked while looking down at his hands. “You can if you’d like it’s not required or anything though” you answered trying to calm his obvious nerves. “Ah…” he said “well I uh… made this for you” he quickly handed you a small intricately knitted clock plush. You looked down at the adorable miniature plush in your hands and asked where he has learned to knit, “ah… my grandmother taught me a bit and I learned how to do the rest at the liberal arts college…” he trailed off as you encouraged him to keep talking by asking him about his studies which seemed to work. He spent the rest of the “date” speaking about his time at college and his family… before Kromer of course, a continued sore spot for him. As the two of you finished your coffee and walked out you noticed Sinclair had a light blush covering his face, even though this hadn’t been an actual date it was nice to see him a bit more lively for once. His reddened face however would earn him a heavy teasing from Rodion as he boarded the bus.
Outis
You however would not get the few hours of downtime expected as Outis rushed out and tightly gripped your hand “manager it’s finally time for you to have a proper outing” she loudly exclaimed as you looked behind her to see Vergilius and Charon standing “she wouldn’t let us wait any longer” Charon said, so you reluctantly followed her into a taxi. It seemed to be quite a long ride… “Outis where exactly are we going” you asked? She just smirked “don’t worry manager once we arrive all the other places you’ve been to will pail in comparison” she said excitedly, …you really hoped all of this wasn’t coming out of Vergilius’s pockets. You stepped out slowly into a patch of mud… it seemed like Outis had taken you to some sort of ranch. You looked at her questioningly, “I bet none of the others have thought to take you anywhere but some boring restaurants but I actually planned out a whole activity for you” she beamed with pride as you looked over to see horses and a bunch of other farm animals, when you looked back Outis had retrieved two saddles “come on manager I’ll show you how it’s done” she said as she led you to the stables. “No you’re supposed to lean forward” Outis yelled as you desperately tried to keep your balance while the horse trotted along the dirt path. “ Here manager allow me to demonstrate” Outis said as she led her horse over a high bar… you have the feeling she just wanted show off to impress you but you keep that thought to yourself. “See manager there’s nothing to it” she says as she lets out a confident huff. You spent the next few hours holding onto the horse’s reigns for dear life as Outis showed you all the tricks she’s learned. You then end up back in the taxi with an incredibly sore rear end as Outis tells you about the gifts she’s prepared, “none of the other sinners gifts could come close I’m sure” she proudly exclaimed… well now you were very worried for Vergilius’s pockets. You entered your quarters to be be greeted by bunch’s of flowers placed in your room along with portraits of yourself… you weren’t sure how Outis had the time to obtain them all but you figured at least some of them had to have been created before this whole speed dating thing… better not to think about it you concluded as you headed to bed.
Faust
You had gotten somewhat used to the routine by now, two “dates” a day and barely any time to rest. Today was no different as you headed straight up to Vergilius and Charon the latter of which held the hat up towards you as you looked at her in confusion. “Charon doesn’t want to pick a name today” she said, so you dug through the hat and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Faust” you said slowly before jumping as the white haired women suddenly appeared behind you “It appears to be Faust’s turn now” she exclaimed in her usual monotone voice. You were then led off the bus and to a flower shop where you were promptly bought a large bouquet of white roses “Faust has read that flowers are an appropriate gift for a date” she states. Embarrassed, you quickly remind her that it wasn’t an actual “date” and just company business to which she then begins to give the largely accepted definition and characteristics of a “date”. This would be a 2 hour long explanation, if you had any hair it would’ve surely been pulled out by now but thankfully your head is a clock. Eventually it seemed your time was up and although you weren’t sure if Faust had planned to take you anywhere else or if the flower shop was the planned location you didn’t mind as Faust’s “lesson” was finally over. Faust then looked at you as the two of you headed back “Faust enjoyed our time out” she said curtly, …you didn’t have the heart to tell her you had zoned out during more then half of her impromptu language lesson but you guessed she could somehow tell anyways.
