A Tremor in the Underground (An Unknown Armies/Twokinds fanfic) (Tagged as NSFW just in case)
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2018 12:37 pm
Hi everybody! This is gonna be my first fanfic that I am posting, and I hope you all like it! Please give me feedback, on whether this story catches your interest, etc. and all that good stuff. This fanfic is set in an AU combined version of Unknown Armies and Twokinds. A lot of things have been changed, but I hope that I keep to the essence of the characters! Also by the way:
Swear words will be used, NSFW things will be mentioned but not shown, and possibly torture and violence will be shown. Viewer discretion advised.
Here we go!
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The weird Old Men:
The quiet pattering of his feet reverberated through the quiet halls as he scurried to the giant glass doors which always made him feel small. Knocking on the door, duly waiting for the “Come in” to be heard. He shouldered his way in, balancing a tray of food. There were the three Basitin Generals, who were a sight to behold to the boy. A bare resemblance to a feline face, covered head to toe in fur, two big ears on their head, wrapped digitigrade feet, with a long furry tail hanging out from their backs. The group was seated in wooden ornate chairs. With them was The King herself, watching a little Basitin girl standing on the plush blood red carpet. He gulped, thinking that if he screwed up now, he would never be going home. She looked a little older and taller than the human boy, and a good two years older than him. Her right arm, and left leg were bandaged. She was wearing an urban camouflage uniform with a vest on her torso accompanied by a pistol holstered on her waist. Combat boots were worn as well.
A general, his old eyes scanning the girl behind a pair of spectacles, lean and mean, clad in fatigues. “So let us get this straight…You are telling us that two elderly humans had these “robots” come out of their suit cases, fought each other, then they attacked you once they noticed you?” said one of the Generals with a raspy, shriveled voice, spitting out the word “humans” as if it was some sort of curse.
The boy flinched at the words, anxious at the temper of the General, but ultimately moved in silence as he navigated to the oval white table, ignoring the Basitin guards at attention and slowly served food where the Generals and King sat.
“It’s the truth!” Squeaked little girl in a high-pitched voice as a frown appeared on her face.
He heard the Generals and the King sigh, as if this happened before. The King was dressed identically as her generals, heads and shoulders above everyone else even though she was seated in the same kind of chair as the Generals, her body showed the callousness and firmness that only a warrior’s body could.
She said in an elegant but firm voice, “My Daughter, I know that you are still young, but don’t you think that you are getting a little too old for this?”
“I’m not lying!” The girl objected, puffing her chest at the sight of disbelieving stares.
The old Basitin General took off his spectacles, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said “Who here believes this, humph, fable?”
The human boy just finished passing out the food when he heard that, he stopped mid-way on his retreat. His body turned around slowly already regretting the action he was taking, before gulping, and raising his hand. Which got the General’s, and the King’s attention as they turned to look at the human boy. Looking at their faces, they seemed as shocked as him that a lowly human was raising up his hand.
The old General’s nostrils flared as he stood up furiously from his chair and shouted “The insolence of-Why I should have you-“
He was stopped by the King as she raised a palm out to calm the General. “Calm yourself, Albion.”
She then turned her attention towards the boy at hand regarding him with curiosity. He didn’t look like much to either the Generals or the King. A chubby boy with round cheeks, brown hair, eyes, around eight years of age, wearing a servant’s uniform which consisted of a rather simple jacket and shirt, with brown pants. The human visibly trembled as he kept raising his hand with his chin downwards and his eyes resting on the marble floor.
“Yes, my King.”
Albion, the General bowed to her and sat back down, placing his spectacles back on his nose. The King’s attention lingered on the boy for a bit more before turning to her Daughter and saying “My Daughter, if you are telling the truth, you must realize that extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof, do you not?”
The Daughter’s open mouth and wide eyes, shocked that a human would stand up for her, turned from the boy to her mother, as she steadied herself. “Yes I do.”
The King then closed her eyes for a moment, before revealing the eyes of a King, a steady, focused, cold stare at her daughter. “Then, if you reveal proof for what you say has happened, we will take it into consideration, and we will investigate it.”
“R-Really?!” The girl shouted in glee.
The King held up her hand for pause. ”Yes, but I recommend you take one other person with you as if this is not false, then it will be very dangerous.”
The daughter then nodded and fell silent for a few moments, staring at nowhere, deliberating who she should ask for. For a moment, her eyes glinted as she snapped her fingers, “I’ll take him!”
She pointed across the room to the boy. Suddenly, it was as if someone took the needle out of a record. The King’s hands clutched her chair. Albion choked on an apple he was biting into, one of the Generals looked on eyes wide, while the last general just steely observed the proceedings. Even the guards tensed.
“W-w-what?” The boy said, looking up fearfully at the King and Generals.
“My Daughter, do you think this is wise? This boy does not have our training.” The King said still not being used to the “antics” of her daughter.
“Yes, I am sure, for I think this human knows at least a little about what I was briefing you on, don’t you human?” The girl turned to the boy with a scanning eye.
The boy refused to meet her gaze.
The King mulled it over as she raised a furry hand to rest her cheek on. ‘This is going to be interesting,’ she thought as she made up her mind on what to do. “Very well Madelyn, but I warn you…be careful.” The King said the last few words in a soft voice.
Madelyn smiled lovingly at her, “Of course, Mother. But my honor depends on this.”
The King sighed before waving Madelyn off with her free hand. “You are excused.” Madelyn bowed and turned. Walking towards the glass doors. As she did so she grabbed the boy’s collar, dragging him along with her.
“Woa-woah, hold on a second, I-I can walk-“The boy said as he was dragged along.
The King sighed and waved a guard over, “Call in Messenger Lynn.”
Swear words will be used, NSFW things will be mentioned but not shown, and possibly torture and violence will be shown. Viewer discretion advised.
Here we go!
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The weird Old Men:
The quiet pattering of his feet reverberated through the quiet halls as he scurried to the giant glass doors which always made him feel small. Knocking on the door, duly waiting for the “Come in” to be heard. He shouldered his way in, balancing a tray of food. There were the three Basitin Generals, who were a sight to behold to the boy. A bare resemblance to a feline face, covered head to toe in fur, two big ears on their head, wrapped digitigrade feet, with a long furry tail hanging out from their backs. The group was seated in wooden ornate chairs. With them was The King herself, watching a little Basitin girl standing on the plush blood red carpet. He gulped, thinking that if he screwed up now, he would never be going home. She looked a little older and taller than the human boy, and a good two years older than him. Her right arm, and left leg were bandaged. She was wearing an urban camouflage uniform with a vest on her torso accompanied by a pistol holstered on her waist. Combat boots were worn as well.
A general, his old eyes scanning the girl behind a pair of spectacles, lean and mean, clad in fatigues. “So let us get this straight…You are telling us that two elderly humans had these “robots” come out of their suit cases, fought each other, then they attacked you once they noticed you?” said one of the Generals with a raspy, shriveled voice, spitting out the word “humans” as if it was some sort of curse.
The boy flinched at the words, anxious at the temper of the General, but ultimately moved in silence as he navigated to the oval white table, ignoring the Basitin guards at attention and slowly served food where the Generals and King sat.
“It’s the truth!” Squeaked little girl in a high-pitched voice as a frown appeared on her face.
He heard the Generals and the King sigh, as if this happened before. The King was dressed identically as her generals, heads and shoulders above everyone else even though she was seated in the same kind of chair as the Generals, her body showed the callousness and firmness that only a warrior’s body could.
She said in an elegant but firm voice, “My Daughter, I know that you are still young, but don’t you think that you are getting a little too old for this?”
“I’m not lying!” The girl objected, puffing her chest at the sight of disbelieving stares.
The old Basitin General took off his spectacles, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said “Who here believes this, humph, fable?”
The human boy just finished passing out the food when he heard that, he stopped mid-way on his retreat. His body turned around slowly already regretting the action he was taking, before gulping, and raising his hand. Which got the General’s, and the King’s attention as they turned to look at the human boy. Looking at their faces, they seemed as shocked as him that a lowly human was raising up his hand.
The old General’s nostrils flared as he stood up furiously from his chair and shouted “The insolence of-Why I should have you-“
He was stopped by the King as she raised a palm out to calm the General. “Calm yourself, Albion.”
She then turned her attention towards the boy at hand regarding him with curiosity. He didn’t look like much to either the Generals or the King. A chubby boy with round cheeks, brown hair, eyes, around eight years of age, wearing a servant’s uniform which consisted of a rather simple jacket and shirt, with brown pants. The human visibly trembled as he kept raising his hand with his chin downwards and his eyes resting on the marble floor.
“Yes, my King.”
Albion, the General bowed to her and sat back down, placing his spectacles back on his nose. The King’s attention lingered on the boy for a bit more before turning to her Daughter and saying “My Daughter, if you are telling the truth, you must realize that extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof, do you not?”
The Daughter’s open mouth and wide eyes, shocked that a human would stand up for her, turned from the boy to her mother, as she steadied herself. “Yes I do.”
The King then closed her eyes for a moment, before revealing the eyes of a King, a steady, focused, cold stare at her daughter. “Then, if you reveal proof for what you say has happened, we will take it into consideration, and we will investigate it.”
“R-Really?!” The girl shouted in glee.
The King held up her hand for pause. ”Yes, but I recommend you take one other person with you as if this is not false, then it will be very dangerous.”
The daughter then nodded and fell silent for a few moments, staring at nowhere, deliberating who she should ask for. For a moment, her eyes glinted as she snapped her fingers, “I’ll take him!”
She pointed across the room to the boy. Suddenly, it was as if someone took the needle out of a record. The King’s hands clutched her chair. Albion choked on an apple he was biting into, one of the Generals looked on eyes wide, while the last general just steely observed the proceedings. Even the guards tensed.
“W-w-what?” The boy said, looking up fearfully at the King and Generals.
“My Daughter, do you think this is wise? This boy does not have our training.” The King said still not being used to the “antics” of her daughter.
“Yes, I am sure, for I think this human knows at least a little about what I was briefing you on, don’t you human?” The girl turned to the boy with a scanning eye.
The boy refused to meet her gaze.
The King mulled it over as she raised a furry hand to rest her cheek on. ‘This is going to be interesting,’ she thought as she made up her mind on what to do. “Very well Madelyn, but I warn you…be careful.” The King said the last few words in a soft voice.
Madelyn smiled lovingly at her, “Of course, Mother. But my honor depends on this.”
The King sighed before waving Madelyn off with her free hand. “You are excused.” Madelyn bowed and turned. Walking towards the glass doors. As she did so she grabbed the boy’s collar, dragging him along with her.
“Woa-woah, hold on a second, I-I can walk-“The boy said as he was dragged along.
The King sighed and waved a guard over, “Call in Messenger Lynn.”