Worm Story Teller

Faultline and Brotherhood West

Faultline, owner of the Palanquin Nightclub, had heard of the unusual report, two individuals who by all means were causing problems, and threatened Lung, getting away without a scratch. What worried her was the fact, she was looking at them in her club, they had ballroom danced into the club, the pair dressed as if they were from a period piece set during the reign of the later Henrys of England.

"Holla mine own mistress of combat. We cometh with news yond shalt beest seen by thee and thy m'rry band of square'rs." the brother said, standing up as he raised his sister, before she took a few steps away, a pleasant grin on her face as she looked around.

'Great....they are delusional.' Faultline thought to herself as she looked at the pair.

Behind them, she could spot Newter, sneaking up on the sister.

"If you plan to cause problems, I don't think you know where you just came into." She dictated, drawing a pistol and aiming it at the brother.

"Lief mistress, i causeth nay m're troubleth than thee maketh beyond this city thee calleth home." The brother said.

Newter lunged to grab the sister, only for Newter to pause, mid air, and then, he was atomized, turning into dust and then rematerializing, his hand rubbing the head of the girl, as she began to purr.

"Nya." was all she sounded.

"Haply a changeth of robes shall cleareth up this confusion thou art having with our purpose." the brother suggested, before snapping.

In the blink of an eye, they went from Shakespear to.....pioneers. Looking over, the girl was still being petted by a very scared Newter.

"Can I stop?" He asked.

"Nya."

"Ok." He squeaked, not stopping.

"Now, fine lady, I think we ought to make our introductions. We are the twins, and we were assigned to prepare this reality with the knowledge of an impending disaster." The brother smiled, dropping the bad accent as he removed a beard on a string from his face.

"Whats going to happen and when?" Faultline asked, looking at the brother with suspicion.

Pulling his sleeve back, showing there was a series of watches.

"11 months, 2 days, 15 hours, and 38 minutes, give or take 1 hour extra or less." the brother stated.

Gregor walked out, carrying a Spas-12, that was loaded with anti-brute rounds. Labyrinth was also peaking near by, starting to have cover appear. Spitfire was moving in from a flank, looking at the pair of gray-skinned people.

"Tell me Faultline, is this everyone in your current crew?" The brother asked.

Faultline hesitated, how much did they know, the sister was dangerous, but the brother was equally unknown basically.

"Let's say it is. What is the coming disaster?" Faultline asked again, wanting to know.

"Nya."

"Yes, I think it would be better to just show them all." the brother agreed, before he snapped, and the walls and floors peeled back and away, leaving everyone floating in the void of darkness, before a light began to glow from the brother's hand.

"Nya." the sound echoed through the void, before Newter's hand phased through the sister's head, then everyone noticed, they were all semi-transparent. The twins were also gone, the light still glowing where the brother was.

Faultline acted as if she was stepping down, finding she was able to, she and her team gathered close together, trying to take a defensive group posture, when Labyrinth spoke up, "Holy shit fuck!"