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Thread: A Close Knit Team (Kolath x Suri)

Kolath said Drake walked through the streets of the village that he lived together with his sister in. Ever since their parents had died he had lived with his sister who took good care of him. he was thirteen and getting close to finishing his introductory training in the ninja arts. He had struggled with his studies for so long having barely been able to keep up with the rest of his class. The finals were coming up and if he passed her would be assigned to a team and trained further by the leader of the team. He wanted to pass and join his sisters team. His sister had just become high enough rank to be a teacher for the younger students. Drake adored his older sister and wanted to be just like her in every way he could. Though when it came to skill with the abilities of the ninja he was vastly less skilled then she was at his age. He was drastically less skilled then almost all kids his age. But there was one thing that his teachers saw in him that spoke of greatness to be. He never gave up, ever. Drake got home knowing that his sister was out on a mission and should be back sometime soon, but he didnt think she would be home today. he took his shoes off at the door before moving into the house. It had been a long day of practice and so he went right up stairs to change out of his sweaty clothes and headed into the shower not even bothering to close the door. In the time his sister had been away on this mission he had been doing a lot of physical practice at school and his boyish body had begun to tone and look more and more like a mans bodyhis cock was no different already having the size that would make men jealous. He stood in the shower letting the hot water flow over him and just enjoy the tension relaxing away from his body. Click to expand... Jenna moved through the forest quickly on her way home from an escort mission. Fortunately, the mission went without hitch. Jenna got paid to protect him from the fresh air. The man was just paranoid, but that was good for Jenna. She got an immense amount of money for a B rank mission with was D rank. The money would be great for her new team she would be taking on when she returned. Arriving home a couple days before she was due, she thought she would be alone for the day. However, she didn't know that her brother got finished with his training so early. Still, that didn't matter. When she got home she began to undress as she walked through the house. Clothes made a line from the house up unto the end of the hall where the bathroom was. Stretching her tired muscles she entered the bathroom, her hands straight up in the air. Eyes wide, she caught her brother in the shower naked, water running over his developing body. She looked at him with awe. His muscle were definitely toned, and his penis adult. Oh my... she thought. Backing out slowly, she hid her privates and left the room to run to her own.
Thread: A Close Knit Team (Kolath x Suri)

Drake didnt hear anything till she turned and ran out of the room. He had been thinking about some of the girls in his class and them being in the shower with him so he was hard when she saw him. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel wrapping it around himself. He hadnt seen who it was so thought that there might be someone trying to rob the house. He pulled one of his Kuni from the pouch on his belt which was laying on the floor. He slowly made his way out his ears listening for sounds of movement which quickly led him to his sisters room. Dressed in nothing but a towel which tented in the front over his still semi hard cock, and holding a kuni in one hand he stepped into the room looking around for someone that didnt belong there.
Thread: A Close Knit Team (Kolath x Suri)

Jenna was in her room in the nude, unsure of how to approach the situation. She knew her brother was creeping around, probably thinking she was an intruder. She didn't have time to get dressed, she would have to reveal her state. Drake! It's me Jenna, I am home early. was all she could say, she didn't want to even peek around. What if he was still naked?!
Thread: A Close Knit Team (Kolath x Suri)

Drake came into his sisters room suddenly and froze as he saw it was her. he stopped his breath catching at the sight of his sister naked in front of him. his cock swelled under the towel and the added pressure made the towel loosen around his waist and slip off of him. Suddenly his thick hard cock was in plain sight of his sexy nude sister. he didnt say anything just stood there in shock and stared at her beautiful sexy body, it was by far the most perfect body he had ever seen.
Thread: A Close Knit Team (Kolath x Suri)

Jenna didn't expect him to have actually walked to her room to check if it was her. When he entered the doorway she froze as well, in embarressment. Her legs could not move as he younger brother looked at her body all over, each detail taking in. Her D cup breasts, pierced navel, trimmed pussy. She watched his cock react and make the towel fall. That cock snapped her back into action. She turned quickly and got into the fetal position. What the hell Drake! You fucking pervert!
Thread: A Close Knit Team (Kolath x Suri)

He was in shock not having even heard her telling him who it was that was home. He just stared for a long moment till she screamed at him. he blushed and grabbed the towel rushing out of the room and back to his. He closed the door without saying anything to her and just sat on his bed trying to get the image of his sisters naked body out of his mind. However it was stuck there like it had been burned into his memory and just how hot she was.
Thread: Best Friends, and Lovers (Kolath x Exodus)

Rebecca walked along the tree lined path from the dorms to the main building. She held her book back against her chest looking rather nervous. She wore the normal uniform that the school required but with the blazer that it was just too hot for today. she tried her best to keep her eyes down on the ground but all the girls in short school skirts walking past her was distracting her. Last night she had come to realize, as she was laying in bed rubbing herself through her panties, she wasnt thinking about a movie star or any of the hot guys from the city. She was thinking about her roommate and best friend, as well as other girls. They were all pressed close kissing and touching each other in her mind and it was making her wet and whimper in pleasure as she rubbed herself. That is why this morning she was feeling so nervous and trying to cover herself up more than normal. She had just realized that she was attracted to girls and even the thought of a guy sexually made all the pleasure disappearshe still hadnt admitted it to herself but she was lesbian and trying not to admit it. Her parents were going to kill her if they found out.
Thread: Shredded Earth (Group RP - Currently Dameon/2AM_Club/Kayito-san)

Too big. Too small. Too isolated. Too consolidated. Too much rubble. Too pristine. Goldie Locks would have lost her mind. There was no place that would be just right. Of course that couldnt be the goal when looking for shelter. The most adequate was not always synonymous with just right. The time for being picky had long past but at least there were still a variety of choices. The goal was to find a place that would offer the best protection for the longest amount of time. Out in the open wasnt an option. Sure, you could see the scary shit before it got to you, but what would be the point if you had nowhere to run? If you found a place too big then anything and anybody could potentially take up residence with you without your knowledge. Get a place too small and youd trap yourself. A building by itself was akin to being out in the open you needed to be able to run and change positions quickly. The flip side was too many buildings too close together. There would be no way to secure all the potential blind-spots. A place that was too run down wouldnt provide acceptable cover and a place that wasnt a complete shit-hole as if that were the case would immediately be a target. A sign outside saying Come Get Me would have been less obvious. Then came the minor details was there a water source nearby, could the area be scavenged, who or what was in the vicinity. A false move could lead to the end of your life. And wrong decisions were easy to make, especially if you were tired. Fatigue bared down on Psys eyelids. She surveyed her options for almost an hour before succumbing to her bodys demands. Shed been walking for miles despite her best efforts to curb her need to sleep. Eventually she couldnt continue. It was either pass out on what used to be a major highway or at least attempt to conceal herself in one of the abandoned buildings. She was tired, not stupid. Her head rolled from being upright until her chin was tucked into her chest but didnt awake. Then she felt the slight rumble underneath her feet and her eyes snapped open. The movement was slightly barely noticeable but in a place she assumed was otherwise unoccupied, it felt like a herd of buffalo if they still existed. There wasnt just the feel of the earth tremble slightly under her feet. It was also the sound of something crashing. Psy got to her feet quickly, pulling her knife out of her boot. She crept toward the opening in the wall across for her and peeked out. She saw the back of a figure less than a football field away and tightened her grip on the knife.
Thread: Shredded Earth (Group RP - Currently Dameon/2AM_Club/Kayito-san)

He never let his ship get out of sight and constantly threw a glimpse back in it's direction. In situations like these, it always paid to be within sprinting distance of a way out, and to make sure there wasn't anything particularly bloodthirsty in your way. Even in an area that's had no visible signs of activity for what could be guessed as months, it wasn't uncommon for the predatory Xenomorphs to lay dormant for close to a year. They were, after all, created solely to hunt and kill. Slipping the shotgun free from it's holster, the data pad in his free hand, he continued to circle the area around his landing sight. The device in his hand wasn't exactly the most precise detection system ever made, mostly due to the fact he'd had no real supply of parts to pick from while making it, and even less to use for repairs. It was telling him there was a source of water within about 20 yards of his position, and a mild electrical reading in the same general area. 20 yards in this wasteland might as well be 20 miles, since every minute staying in one place with any sort of technology was just asking for an unfriendly encounter. Kneeling down beside an oddly colored pile of refuse, he lightly bumped the muzzle of his rifle against the side, causing it to tumble and collapse into various bits and pieces. A particular gleam caught his eye and he knelt down, brushing bits of rock and bone fragments away. Holding the trinket in his hand, he gave a tug and was met with some resistance. It had become snagged on something beneath the surface. With another, firmer yank, the dust broke and a tinted white object emerged, the little trinket in his hand giving a clack as the chain it was attached to snapped. In the middle of that tiny refuse pile, which he was now able to recognize as the remains of a military helmet, was a human skull. Long since eaten away, caked in dust, he looked down at the item he clutched in his hand. Dog tags. Giving the tags a once over, he saw the name, the SSN, Blood Type and Religion. Most likely this was all that was left of this man's entire identity, and odds are, there was no one left in the world that would care, or even know, who he was. With a little snort, he moved to drop the tags onto the ground, but paused, and instead, tucked them away into his breast pocket. Well, let's see if you've got a canteen. Maybe that's what I'm picking up. He mumbled, as much to the skeleton as to himself, and moved to begin digging. A momentary blip on the data pad as he moved to set it down caught his attention, and instantly, he whipped about, gun aimed in a vague direction. The water source had moved, and that usually only meant one thing. Whoever's walking around, best come out. Because if I'm chasing the water in your body instead of anything I can actually drink, I'd like to know if this has all been a massive waste of my time.
Thread: Shredded Earth (Group RP - Currently Dameon/2AM_Club/Kayito-san)

A little over a year passed since Moss' escape from the military base. Forced into hiding, Moss had taken refuge inside a semi-collapsed two level bridge. The river below it had long since dried. The bridge had collapsed more on one end than the other, turning it into a sort of tube, sealed off on one end. When he had first arrived, he had used the Biped as a sort of temporary wall, but as he had gathered more supplies, he had actually built a sealed, defensible barrier on the open end. It had become a bunker, of sorts, and with the addition of a small watchtower atop, his own stronghold. The watchtower was really just an old delivery van parked over a manhole. Some structural re-enforcement here and there, removed the axle and tires, and it was as good is it could get. Lately, he had been working on a sort of sonar, using salvaged parts from about a dozen broken walkie-talkies. The biped was in the back of the shelter, in a sitting position, back propped against one wall. Over the years, he had collected a lot of equipment. It had not been active for a year, but Moss had spent his time in between excursions outfitting it with new parts and tiny upgrades. It was yet unknown whether the biped would even start again, let alone benefit from Moss' tinkering. Moss yawned and looked over at the 'wall of clocks'. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, and dismounted his bed-couch. He then walked over to the wall of clocks and adjusted one or two, and made his way over to the 'kitchen counter'. He grabbed a handful of dried pasta, tossed it into a bowl and walked casually over to the fire pit, which had long since gone out. He tossed a few twigs and some old newspaper into the fire pit, which had been the wheel rim of a semi trailer. He lit a match, and tossed it in. It caught slowly, but soon there was a small blaze in the center. Moss hauled a broken truck grill onto the fire pit, and set down upon it a small pot of water. He anticipated one or two visitors this week, and so he was boiling some water to sanitize it. He had several months ago turned his habitat into a kind of trading post. He didn't get visitors very regularly, but when he did, if they had anything that might be of use to him, he would invite them in, share with them a warm meal, and discuss trading possibilities. Most of the time, Moss would offer to repair something in exchange for something else of value, such as food, ammunition, or the occasional busted piece of tech he had at one point traded four cans of beans for what seemed like an irreparably broken hunting rifle and a carton of the wrong type of ammunition. However, as sure as the days were long, he had brought it back to working order, and had overhauled it to use a different kind of ammo, to boot. Word of his aptitude didn't travel very quickly, but nevertheless, he had his fair share of encounters.
Thread: Shredded Earth (Group RP - Currently Dameon/2AM_Club/Kayito-san)

She squinted as she watched the figure circle the craft gradually making larger ripples as they fanned out. Human. Male, she thought to herself, nodding at her own conclusion. Then she scoffed. Yeah. Like I can determine that kind of thing. Luckily or unluckily the form continued its approach. Who or what they were became more of a moot point once she saw the firearm they were carrying. She took a glance down at her knife. Well youre useless, she muttered, slipping it back into her boot. Psy was no fighter and it would have been a waste to pretend otherwise. She could land a few punches here and there but she was shit out of luck going against somebody with a gun. Defending herself had never been a real problem before. The girl could run and besides she'd been used to traveling with at least 5 other people at any given time. The old adage about safety in numbers was true enough. Slipping back behind a piece of crumbling wall she mentally checked off what she had in her inventory that could potentially pay for her life. Half a bottle of pain meds. A handful of bills. A pack of batteries. Random other knick-knacks she doubted anybody else would appreciate. She should have still been focused on the man and ensured that her movement didnt make any noise. Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda. Whoever's walking around, best come out. Because if I'm chasing the water in your body instead of anything I can actually drink, I'd like to know if this has all been a massive waste of my time. She froze at the words. Fuck! Massive waste of time, she called out. Im afraid Im incredibly undrinkable. Nothing to see here. Just carry on. How far away is this guy? The only way to tell was to move and see. She sighed. Im gonna move alright? It was bad enough that her visitor had a weapon, she didnt want to make some trigger happy bloke jumpy. Its another 5 or so miles to that water. I think so anyway, she said, walking out into the open with her arms in the air. Sorry to disappoint.
Thread: Shredded Earth (Group RP - Currently Dameon/2AM_Club/Kayito-san)

The muzzle had been aimed in the general direction she was hidden in, but once she made herself visible, the sights narrowed in on where she stood. He cheeked his tongue, giving it a swift nip to keep himself focused on the situation, rather then the new arrival, and to keep himself from cursing out loud. Fucking waste of time. Waste of fuel, waste of energy, waste of resources, waste of everything. He could feel his hackles raise, but took a deep breath. This wasn't her fault. She was probably just some stupid Scavenger that was rummaging around for scraps, probably not even looking for water. Wonderful. He grimaced, and shouldered his weapon, but kept his grip to the trigger, raising his free hand to brush sand and dust from the lenses of his goggles. Human, female, dark skinned, but he hadn't detected any nearby vehicles landing recently. He pursed his lips in thought before he walked towards the nearest pile of refuse that stood more then a few inches off the ground, speaking as he began to scale it. How long have you been skulking around here? He asked, only half paying attention to any responses she might be giving. As he stood at his full height atop the pile, he used his thumb to adjust the data pad in his free hand. The screen shifting, but retaining the same map like diagram. Instead of looking for Water and Electricity, he had switched it over to detect movement. Because I really don't want to have more company coming and not know about it. He muttered. Whenever people got together, especially for more then a few minutes, there was always party crashers. Xenos had a sort of sixth sense for swarming in on any humans, or their technology, at the worst times. His data pad gave off the standard blips of local background noise, dust storms, tumbling rocks, the scrapper, and himself. Although the device did have a limited range, and the Xenos didn't. You got anything better than that knife for a fight? He muttered, not sure which he'd rather get from her as a response. He wasn't too keen on sharing his guns, but on the same point, if she had her own weapon, it was less likely he'd be able to get her to co-operate.
Thread: Shredded Earth (Group RP - Currently Dameon/2AM_Club/Kayito-san)

One of the digital clocks on the 'wall of clocks' began to beep. Looking up from the pot of water, Moss was at first confused. It had been a while since that particular clock had seen any relevant data. Only two of the four dozen clocks actually showed the time the rest were data streams. Moss had modified all of the digital clocks and connected them to the Biped's data ports, making use of its military data collection systems. That way, he could easily read the unit's built in sensors without having to be inside the cockpit. The clock continued to beep. Moss stood and walked over to the wall. Fuck, which one are you, again? I should have labeled these. he mumbled aloud. He stared at the clock 8888 501 UA8 It was really going crazy. 8888 was an alert warning, 501 was a distance, but what else? Moss scratched his head, Fuck me. This is really baffling. It wasn't a life sign. It was something more than that. He turned his attention towards the Biped, Leo, your data streams are really giving me hell. What are you trying to tell me? Xenomorphs? Fucking what? Moss walked over to the Biped and climbed up to its cabin. He pulled the lever and the capsule opened, shedding some dust. He looked inside, and while it took his eyes a second to adjust, the message became blatantly clear, Unidentified Aircraft Local Airspace AtS Outfits Detected . Moss cursed aloud. There could be trouble coming his way. Serious trouble. He jumped down from the cockpit and grabbed his rifle. He hurdled towards the watchtower ladder, and scaled it two rungs at a time. He exited through the back of the van, and looked through the scope of the rifle, swinging it full circle. He didn't see anything, at least not in the sky. 501 was 5.01 Km from the stronghold. He hadn't checked whether or not it had changed position. Maybe the craft had moved on. Or maybe it had landed. Moss scanned the horizon again. Sure enough in the distance, there was a ship. It looked almost new probably an Airborne scout. He adjusted the scope and peered through again. There were two people on foot, one with a shotgun, the other seemingly unarmed. He grabbed two tracer rounds from his back pocket. One was a standard tracer, the other a 'Paladin' tracer, used to counteract snipers of unknown position. It was essentially a long distance flash-bang. He loaded the standard tracer and pulled back the pin, taking aim directly between the two, and then up a bit. The last thing he wanted was bloodshed on his hands. Evidently, the armed figure was had the advantage, and was probably the Airborne scout. Unaware of either of their motives, Moss observed the movement of dust around where the two were standing. They were probably after the waterhole. He might be able to prevent the Airborne pilot from killing the poor scavenger if he could get their attention. He made the shot, a bright orange flash tearing from the muzzle and passing a couple dozen feet above their heads. If he had thought this through correctly, the pilot now had more important things to worry about than picking on the locals.