*(This is as of Canto VII, and will not have any personality traits picked up by characters afterwards).

The Limbus Company Sinners, as well Dante, were relaxing and riding inside Mephistopheles, when all of a sudden, they were teleported into a large room filled with chairs suited to their unique likings, and a large flat screen television on the wall. Dante, as the manager, took charge, finding a note on the floor and reading it aloud to the sinners, his voice ticking like a clock.

Dante: “Hmm… it says here on this note that we’ve been brought by a ‘Creator’ to react to things via the television. They advise we take our respective seats, as this will take a while.”

All the Sinners reacted in their own ways, but all reluctantly listened to their manager (save Don Quixote, she was really excited to do this). Yi Sang sighed and took his seat, Faust chuckled softly and crossed her legs, Don Quixote giggled happily and sat down with a wide smile, Ryōshū scoffed and found her seat, lighting a cigarette, Meursault just calmly and stoically sat down in a professional position, Hong Lu smiled faintly and sat in a cross-legged position, Heathcliff gripped his bat and rolled his eyes, but listened anyways, Ishmael didn’t complain, just sitting down to get it over with faster, Rodion and Sinclair sat next to each other (much against Sinclair’s wishes), Outis sternly looked around to make sure everyone else was listening before sitting herself, and Gregor just smirked before sitting next to Dante.

Yi Sang: “Well… I suppose we can spare some time to… react…”

Faust: “Hm… I wonder what Faust will be shown here…”

Don Quixote: “Omigosh! This is gonna be so COOL, right Ryōshū!?”

Ryōshū: “Tch… if it isn’t worth my time, I’m breaking the TV…”

Meursault: “No fighting. Vergillius might have put us up to this, so behave.”

Hong Lu: “I must agree with Meursault. In case this is an official job, we must be on our best behavior.”

Heathcliff: “Tch… whatever. I guess I’ll watch these stupid videos, but I don’t expect to be entertained.”

Ishmael: “Be grateful it’s something simple and not more pointless fighting, stone-skull…”

Rodion: “Now now~! Let’s be nice to our colleagues, right Sinclair~?”

Sinclair: “Who seated me next to her…?”

Outis: “Behave. All of you. Don’t make me force you.”

Gregor: “So, Manager-Bud. Whaddaya think we’ll be watching today?”

Dante: “I’m not sure… but let’s hope it’s nothing too bad…”