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Thread: Up a creek without a paddle (Kuro X Kveria)

This place, this planet, this new home ... wasn't exactly his choice. Colt wasn't satisfied living here, wasn't satisfied with the way things ran, hadn't even been satisfied with the ride over. Something in his gut churned at the thought of leaving behind the things he knew and grew up with, and he wasn't quite ready to admit to homesickness just yet. At leastand this was one thing that did kind of appeal to himthe surrounding area looked like the area he'd grown up in. Not that he'd ever really got to enjoy it fully with his father always out working on whatever it was he worked on. All he knew was that without some part of his father's help, he wouldn't be standing there all too early in the morning getting ready to go on his usual patrol. He'd long since thrown his coffee down black and scalding hot, ran a comb through his hair and was suiting up when his cell rang out in the bland silence, not even shaking his cool demeanor in the least. He picked it up, checking the call display and rolled his eyes with a huff. He didn't even want to know, and he was tempted to just not answer, but complying and ending up having a horrible day as the result of the irritation that was about to ensue was better than the reprimansion that would be dealt out for insubordination. So he hit the Talk button and held it up to his ear with a frown, carding a hand through his dark hair with exasperation. It's Holmwood. What do you want? The woman's voice was all too shrill in his ear, even when she was speaking softly with a professional air it didn't help that what she'd told him was the exact opposite of what he was expecting. The news that he would be accompanying a mechanical engineer out into the forest for surveying and testing his new toy was more than a little insulting. Was he so useless that the only job good enough for him was babysitting? He responded in the affirmative with a groan and hung up, slamming down another mug of coffee before he laced his boots and headed over to the conference room with an unusually steep frown. Some of his fellow officers poked fun at the valley of wrinkles formed on his brow with the way his eyebrows pushed down, but one glance silenced them almost immediately. Besides, it was physically impossible for his face to get stuck like that he wished that his comrades would grow up and quit acting like children. It was getting old. Well... they hadn't given him the nickname Sergeant Serious for nothing, anyway. Colt was among the last to arrive and he scanned the room before taking a seat next to Connor. It had taken him all of about 3.5 seconds to begin internally bartering, hoping there was some way out of this. Well, of course Colt was a little curious as to what lay beyond their walls, but he would have much rather done this with a proper troupe, not some flippant boy in a t-rex shirt. He heaved a sigh, let it pass quietly between his lips and reclined in his chair with crossed arms. What a day this was turning out to be, indeed.
Thread: Up a creek without a paddle (Kuro X Kveria)

Connor was playing around with his empty coffee mug trying to balance it on it's handle to make it spin, needing something to focus his unending energy on while he waited for someone to show up. Either his new road trip buddy or the person that would be running over the parameter's of the test drive. He looked up when the door opened and felt like sinking into his chair a little seeing the very unhappy looking soldier that walked in. Turning russet brown eyes up at the man when he sat down he gave a nervous smile at the storm clouds hovering over this mans face. He did not look like he was in a good mood. Not one bit. Connor glanced down at his coffee mug, wondering if he should say anything or just be quiet. Well it was rude to not say anything when they were literally the only people in the room at the moment. You must be my co-pilot. He grinned, turning to him and holding out his rough, calloused and lightly scarred hand for the other man to shake. Im Connor Douglass, Head Engineer of Hangar Six. Nice to meet you. He tried to sound as polite and cheerful as possible, hoping to not worsen his potential driving buddies mode.
Thread: Up a creek without a paddle (Kuro X Kveria)

The chair squealed like a stuck pig when he reclined, and Colt narrowed his eyes a little more. Everything was grating on his nerves that morning, it seemed, and unfortunately there wasn't much he could do about it. Instead, he sat up a little straighter and let his eyes wander to the place where the room's other occupant hand his hands wrapped around a coffee mug. What he wouldn't give for another right now. Two just didn't seem like enough. Maybe this was attributed to his recent having to quit smoking or just the fact that he didn't want to be in that room at that moment maybe he was stressed from not getting enough sleep or from suffering through his comrades immature pokes and jeers. He understood that they were trying to make him lighten up a little, but at the same time, what was so light about their situation? How could they smile and laugh like that when they were all walking a very fine line, not knowing whether or not they were going to make it to the next day. Sure, they had ways of sustaining the population, but no one knew what was on the other side of that wall, or what could come across, through, over top of it. There was just too much riding on them and their lives for Colt to lighten up just yet. His eyes, the colour of smouldering ash, slipped up along the other's well-toned arm to examine the extensive and intricate tattoos, then continued up to wonder how anyone could walk around with their hair so brilliantly coloured. He had to drop his glower for an incredulous expression, his eyes widening and his mouth tightening just a little, when he'd finally gathered the courage to look at what the heinous little lizard on his t-shirt was actually doing. Colt felt something in him snap, his eyebrow twitched in annoyance.... And then he had the gall to offer his hand. Colt had to inhale deep through his nose to compose himself before taking Connor's hand in a firm grip, albeit reluctantly. Sergeant Major Colt Holmwood of the Third Battalion. He managed to relax his brow, soften his eyes just long enough to connect his gaze with Connor's, pulling out every stop he could think of to be polite and professional without purposely taking into account the pleasant angles of the engineer's face and the way he was so perfectly put together. After all, the sooner they got this over with the sooner he probably never had to deal with this guy again. First impression? How did this guy make it to Head Engineer? Colt thought it bitterly to himself, pulling his hand away and sitting straight in his seat again. He had to rock back and forth for a moment to get some semblance of comfort back, but there was already a dull ache settling in the furthest reaches of his hind end. With a huff, he looked away. So, I guess this is your fault then, he said slowly in a deep and silky lexus, tasting the words as they left his mouth, testing them for poison. Luckily he'd held most of it back. I'm not really thrilled about any of this, so let's just make it as quick as possible.
Thread: Up a creek without a paddle (Kuro X Kveria)

Connor blinked rapidly at the hostility the Sergeant held for him. He thought the man was just in a bad mood, which was fine, everyone had their rotten days. Connor just didn't appreciate being someone's punching bag. Right, sorry to have pulled you away from your royal court your Majesty. He said sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest. He wondered who the hell had shoved the ten foot stick up this guys ass. We're waiting on one more person to show up and tell us about the test drive. All I know so far is that we're doing it. Don't know where we're going or for how long so try not to take my head off in the next five minutes alright?
Thread: Up a creek without a paddle (Kuro X Kveria)

The comment made Colt sit upright and square his shoulders. Okay, so maybe Connor had some meritsfor one, he wasn't a flake that was too afraid to go head-to-head with someone, and this was something that Colt could appreciate. He relaxed significantly, cross his arms and leaned back once more, breathing out a short chuckle. It took guts to speak up against someone, especially when that someone was radiating such a dark aura. He turned his head just enough so that he could see Connor in the periphery of his vision and let one corner of his mouth twitch upward. This could possibly be more fun than he originally had given it credit for. All I heard was that I was accompanying some genius, the one who built the Hornet. You're completely the opposite of what I imagined I probably wouldn't take you seriously if you were here with a bowl cut and a lab coat. He stared straight ahead now, his face neutral. Well, either way it doesn't matter now. I've got my orders and I plan on carrying them out that's my job. I was chosen because I'm competent and level-headed, more so than most of the others around here. I don't have to like it, but I guess I consider it a compliment. And if I want to look at any promotions in the future, I'd better behave myself, so you don't have to worry about your head just yet.
Thread: Up a creek without a paddle (Kuro X Kveria)

Connor frowned and opened his mouth to say something but cut himself off hearing the jiggle of the doorknob. The door to the conference room opened and a small Hispanic woman in military fatigues walked in. Gentlemen. She greeted them curtly. I am Major Jones. I will be briefing you on your outing. The woman turned on the holographic projector in the middle if the table. A map of the surrounding area appeared and then shortly after did a bunch of red lines. They all were relatively close to the colony walls. These are the areas so far explored of the region. She explained. Our hope with this new vehicle is that we will be able to explore deeper into the wilderness. As of now our current vehicles aren't suitable for driving through the thick undergrowth. She pressed something and a blue line shot through the projection and off across the map. Whoa. Connor whispered when he saw how far the line traveled away from the colony. It was nearly three times as long as the red ones. This is your route. It is a projected five day excursion round trip. You both will be provided with ample supplies and body armor. You are to record anything of interest you come across. Do not deviate from this route. We have had difficulties using communication devices in the thick forest. With how far you two will be traveling, you will be cut off with all contact from the colony. So it is crucial you remain on this route, if something happens we will be able to find you if you run behind schedule. Connor felt his stomach drop a bit. He didn't imagine that this little test drive wouldn't be so little. He thought they'd do a few laps around the colony in the tree's or travel a short distance but they would have been back by the end of the day. Any questions? The major asked looking between the two of them.
Thread: End of the world (Post apocalyptic story)

-I don't know what kind of weapons will be used in the third world war, assuming there will be a third world war. But I can tell you what the fourth world war will be fought with, stone clubs- That is what Albert Einstein said once, and he was not mistaken...For reasons I prefer to ignore the world went to hell when several countries got involved in a nuclear war... Five years have passed since then, now the world is in ruins, the cities are covered by plants, I would dare to say the radiation doesn't affect us humans but makes the plants grow faster. The animals run wild through the streets and we humans...well...we are bussy fighting each other for food and shelter...Millions had died because of the war, the survivors formed small groups to survive but they do not want to share...so we have not kill not only animals to survive...we also have to kill people... Eri finished writting on her old diary. she had no ink so she had to write using a feather and blood from a boar, once she closed the diary she stood up and picked up her katana, a katana she took from a dead man a few days ago, previosuly to that she had only a combat knife. She looked at the rest of the group, everyone bussy doing something, so she decided to take a bath in the river they wer camping next to, without thinking it twice she got completly naked and jumped into the river, leaving her clothes and sword on a rock in the shore. Eri, 18 years old
Thread: End of the world (Post apocalyptic story)

The large splash startled a nearby traveler, wondering what kind of foe he would face. He raised his rifle, aiming toward the lingering echo. After the sound subsided, he could hear the chatter of what seemed to be a gathering. Maybe a merchant band... I could use some more bullets... He sheathed his rifle behind his back, and quietly walked around a crumbled building. Occasionally, he would halt abruptly in response to a nearby noise. Slowly, he inched his helmet-clad head out from behind the building. He thought about maybe alerting them to his presence... without the chance of getting his head shot off. CLANK SHIT! The man recoiled behind the crumbled building. The fuck was that?
Thread: End of the world (Post apocalyptic story)

Out in the distance, there was a T-800 terminator model lurking about Mission Objectives Eliminate the target Eri leader of the new human resistance. -Terminate any life form He was ruthless and could not be reasoned with. He was about a 5 miles away from the river, but he kept walking with his mossberg shotgun ready to eliminate the target.
Thread: End of the world (Post apocalyptic story)

Riding on top of the T-800 was Steve, who clung to its head and grinned like a maniac. Onward, mighty steed! Steve cried, brandishing his broadsword and directing the terminator forward. Steve was very happy to be here today, because he got to ride the terminator. Like the machine, Steve also could not be reasoned with. Steve had the weirdest boner. STEVE. Steve then threw a duck at a guy, because quack. Edit Steve couldn't figure out why the T-800 was just standing there idling and doing fuck all while there was so much Steve-related mayhem to be had. Steve Steved as hard as Steve could Steve, and ended up pooping by accident. Steve hoped the T-800 had no sense of smell, because now that it was covered in poop, it was likely going to be mad at Steve. STEVE. Edit again Fukken STEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE!!! Steve mostly just had a problem with the T-800 because this was not a fucking Terminator RP in the first place. So Steve continued rubbing his junk all over the back of the unresponsive terminator's head, because that's what Steve does when Steve is happy. STEVE. Yet another edit Steve had had enough. Steve was tired of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane. Steve assumed his final form and engaged MAXIMUM OVERSTEVE. It was very impressive, even to Steve.
Thread: Seeking delicious new subs! (FxM, FxF)

Bumping while trying to figure out which story I'd like to try.
Thread: Seeking delicious new subs! (FxM, FxF)

please PM me, Mistress.....would love to play the sub against your Domme
Thread: A Recipe For Adventure Rules

I have a list of over 50 scenes that can be played out depending on the rolls of the dice. And yes you could meet yourself which might bring a few surprises as well. No one will know the results except for Mother Board or Mother for short. And sheme wont tell until you have arrived at your location. So just sit down, fasten your seat belts and enjoy your trip! RULES 1 Dont argue with Mother! Mother knows best. 2 Play fair even if the dice goes against you. 3 Each player will be given a turn at throwing the dice for each trip. 4 If you happen to meet yourself, you will be the exact opposite of each other. When the Original person leaves that time period, the person will throw a die to see which Trait will be changed. 5 Depending on the Place where you will land, there may other dice rolls to be made. 3 Follow Sites Rules. 4 If you have a question, please ask! Mother doesnt read minds very well. 6 More Rules might find their way here in the future if there is a need for them. 6 If you want to quit, please let me know. I prefer a dedicated group but Real Life does happen. There are always a way to write you out of the trip. 7 Have fun.
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RE Beastiality I would enjoy a roleplay with you and I don't mind being females either. Do you prefer a specific style of roleplay?
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Carrie couldn't see it -- perhaps she could only feel it in the quiet moments after she had decimated the men below. Feel the scouring of a high-powered lens over her chosen battlefield. The scope of that lens flickered from body to body, observing the prone mercenaries that she had felled in rather short and impressive order. Of course, he'd hardly been expecting much less from Bruce Wayne's -- Batman's -- protege. They'd been good men -- but they'd fulfilled their purpose. Giving him a nice view of her in action. Interesting, a man murmured in the darkness, far too far away for human ears to catch. That figure arose from the dark, keying into a communication link in his helmet. Found the target. She's good. Pickup in... call it ten minutes. You think that's all you'll need? a voice sounded over the opposite end of the comm. Would you bet against it? Heh. Fine, Osprey inbound. Does he? came a voice in the darkness, loud enough for Carrie to hear. Obviously male, though the origin of his accent was less obvious. Heavy on his every syllable, but he certainly and fluently spoke English. Mind taking me to meet him? I've always been a fan. He emerged from the shadows, his stride steady and even as he, too, entered the impromptu battlefield. He was tall -- over six feet, but perhaps under six and a half. He wore an unfamiliar suit of blacks and vivid oranges, those swatches of vivid color lighting up as if he had suddenly flipped a light switch. Finally, one half of an all-consuming face mask lit up orange as well -- the right half. At his hip was a blade, still sheathed. Carrie might have been in the files enough to see a figure from Batman's past Deathstroke... but not quite . He walked with an unmistakable swagger, a grin all but visible through that helmet. He was alone but for his groaning enforcers spread across the floor, coming to a stop some ten paces away from her. One hand very slowly, very deliberately settled upon the hilt of his sword.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Deathstroke might have been called merciless were it not for the fact that she could feel it in his every blow. A sort of reticence to do her true harm, his every muscle coiled in absolute, perfect control. She might have known that tension, that style that took someone apart at the same time it preserved their life. It was how Batman fought -- it was how she had been taught to fight. And it saw her to her knees, onto her back, where he certainly aimed to keep her. The blade was almost audibly sharp in the way it cleaved the air, his hand gripping the hilt of his blade tightly as he approached her on the ground. Mm. Shame. I don't think you're in any shape to take me there now, he said. His foot came down, stomping down on her wrist, forcibly pushing it onto the ground and applying pressure, preventing her from getting any more of her flash bombs. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Flash bombs. You showed your hand to me earlier against those distractions, he said with a jerk of his head toward his men. You have nothing. You are nothing, he said, every syllable coming down hard like nails in her own coffin, reverberating and heavy. He leaned down, settling above her collarbone as he ground her wrist underneath his heel. But that's alright -- I can make something of you, he whispered, words only loud enough for her to hear. His blade was produced, the tip pressing into the cloth that was stretched tight between her breasts. There was a slow vppppp of tearing cloth, from collarbone all the way down to her midriff, baring some of her pale flesh. You'll see, he whispered, chuckling out his amusement a second later.
Thread: The Caged Bird (vertigis + Vandesdelca)

Carrie struggled to rise as her opponent casually approached her prone form, brain screaming that she needed to escape while her exhausted body wanted nothing more than to collapse where shed landed. With his blank black and orange face plate giving her nothing to focus on, her eyes were drawn to the blade as it sliced the air with an audible hissss , knowing any moment he might plunge it through her stomach or separate her head from her slender neck. She had already witnessed just how fast he was during their brief humiliating fight and knew the final blow would be quick and unerring, that is if he wished to kill her here. Which did not seem to be the case. With her attention still focused on the razor sharp tip of the sword, Carrie didnt see his foot moving until it had already slammed down onto her wrist, nearly snapping the delicate bones. Nngg! she cried, the one flash bomb shed managed to retrieve rolling harmlessly from her fingers and across the floor, un-triggered. Glaring up at him as he mocked her with his harsh assessments, calling her nothing, she gripped his boot with her other hand, trying to pull him free. It was poor strategy though. She had no leverage in this position. Carrie was reacting with emotion now rather than training, beginning to panic. What little of her wits remained fled as the sword whipped downward, causing her to shriek, certain she was about to be cleaved down the middle. Instead, with expert precision, he sliced apart her bright red vest, the cloth flopping open to expose her smooth flat stomach and pert round breasts in their dark green bra. Not so much as a drop of blood stained her clear white skin, the blade having avoided all contact with her and cut clean. Carrie was breathing heavily now, the pain in her wrist growing as he ground down on it, her other hand now pressed against the floor as she stared up at him, gasping. Her mouth felt dry and the fear clawed at the inside of her stomach like caged cat. I Im not going to tell you anything. If thats what youre thinking. Youyou might as well kill me She meant the words but her voice wavered uncertainly, still focusing on that blade, imagining the pain he could easily cause with it.