The Art of Crafting a Lie [Ashton]

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[attr="class","finleybody"]Sometimes, there was interesting things to find out here. A laboratory filled with materials. She had Ashton with her. Her eyes could figure out what was useful for a later trip when they had a team to help collect things. For now, they were just gathering information. It was a good time to show Ashton some of the things she wanted him to learn. The leaf litter rustled underfoot as Finley moved through the forest. She was not fast, but could manage an efficient jog. Her pink horns were glowing, just so she could hide her deformed foot. Just in case a dog approached them. It paid to have vulnerabilities hidden. She also would keep Ashton's side hidden from view with her powers. It was an easy thing to take advantage of if they sought to lacerate it. But blunt force seemed to be unable to tear through it as it had high shock absorption. Being able to hide that would be advantageous for Ashton, but somewhat impossible given that he was a Basal and it was such a large area. [break][break] She paused. "Should be..." Her head tilted as she saw a point where her pink horns had carved an etched sign into a tree. "This way." She changed direction and moved towards the hidden laboratory. [break][break] Finley found the chain-link fence and tucked underneath it, getting a small scratch in the process. "Ashton. Wait." She did not want him split open out here, guts hanging out and just a mess. For something so sturdy, it had a glaring weakness. She hurried into the laboratory and found an old lab-coat. Stiff with age, but it would be able to protect the dog enough to move underneath the fence. Finley pushed it underneath the hole in the fence. "I don't want you cut up when we finally got it healed. You have to be aware of your weaknesses and problem solve. One day, you won't have someone helping you."  [break][break] She didn't really care for him. She was merely molding him into the perfect Spy. Someone who would be important for Ash River. Who would be able to be an asset for whatever threats that may come. For now, he was too new. Too inexperienced. [break][break] Tag: Ashton

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see. [break][break] Date: April 310

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Ashton obeyed the order to wait. When he saw Finley come back he grabbed the lab coat from under the fence and placed it where it protected his side. He nosed his way through and ended up snagging the coat a little but it held. He made it through the hole in the fence and took off the lab coat. He looked over at his Alpha and looked at her. "What will be doing here?" He asked his alpha with a sideways glance. He was looking at a glint of metal reflecting the sun. He looked over it and took in the scents he could. He yawned and managed to suppress it and glanced around again. He wondered why his alpha brought him out here and he figured it had to do with his training. He looked at his side closely and suppressed a sigh that was building.

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[attr="class","finleybody"]Finley watched as he covered his side with the lab coat and managed to squeeze through the small hole in the chain-link fence. The window in his side had healed enough that it should have stopped hurting him. Finley, however, was curious about how he managed to live with that major modification to his body. Her horns were glowing pink. She was hiding their imperfect bodies from prying eyes. There was no telling who might be out here. [break][break] She continued with their trek. "It's just a reconnaissance mission. We're looking what's in here. Later, we'll bring a team to extract anything if we can't find it. Since you're a Basal, we'll likely find you a Watcher, too. That should help you with gathering intelligence as a spy as well as scanning locations and picking up information from electronic sources." She spoke with a matter-of-fact tone. [break][break] She led the way towards the laboratory. "There should be some Chough and Tanager models around, the ones inside should be a lot better for you. I think a Shrike is a bad idea, given that you have to keep your left side away from sharp objects, so we'll want to avoid those. I'll find a Watcher to sync to temporarily to open the lab. I don't want you stuck with a forest-covered one out here when there are perfectly good ones inside." [break][break] Finley found a Tanager lying on the ground. It was small. A Tanager-15 and covered with some moss and detritus of the forest. She forced a link to it. The Watcher moved choppily, hovering weakly in the air. Espers had active alien DNA which caused the Watchers to not really like them. It made it difficult to make and maintain a link. She focused hard as she brought the machine to the laboratory's entrance. The Tanager hovered at the panel near the door where someone would put in an ID card and punch in a code. The Watcher hacked the system and then died. The metal doors slid open. Finley was panting and she licked the blood from her nose. It had been a monumental effort on her part. [break][break] "I won't be able to use my powers very well for awhile," she said. She let the pink glow of her crystalline horns die down. She could have continued using her powers, but had grown more tired than she expected and thought it was better to save up her energy in case they needed her other ability. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone watching them and it slightly annoyed her that this was what she had to do because if anybody was watching, they could see Ashton's clear left side and her gimp foot. [break][break] She thought she saw a shadow moving beyond the fence. She walked inside the doors. She motioned for Ashton to hurry inside. The door wouldn't stay open forever. Once in, it was important for Ashton to find a Watcher to sync to. [break][break] Tag: Ashton[break] Notes: Someone is totes watching and you get to totes see Finley fight later.

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

Ashton trotted through the doors before they closed. "So I have to bond to a watcher. How can I do that? Will it come naturally or..." He asked as he looked around the lab. He was wandering what the shadow he saw outside was and choose to ignore it. He looked around and saw something oddly human shaped sitting down. It wasn't moving yet it was like a human. He pointed towards it and asked, "What is that?" He went closer to sniff at that and sneezed from the dust. He shook his head and heaved a sigh from his lungs. He was curious about this whole lab thing and couldn't wait to be a full fledged spy for Ash River.


OOC: Sweet! 

Finley

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[attr="class","finleybody"]The doors closed right after Ashton entered, shutting out whatever it was that was out there. She couldn't say she was afraid, only inconvenienced. Finley walked up to the door, saw that it was firmly shut, and then turned her attention to the Rottweiler. "First of all, the correct terminology is synced. Second of all, syncing is different for me than it is for you. I know a bit about it. But it's just what others have told me when I asked. Second hand knowledge. But it isn't too hard to sync. For Basals, it comes naturally. Lukas has told me that it's like letting the Watcher fill up your head and you filling up all of its circuits. It's seeking a warm body to draw energy from. Honestly, I'd classify them as a man-made parasite. Now, because it draws its energy from your own body, you'll tire faster and have to eat more in order to function..." She stopped her explanation when she noticed Ashton was a bit preoccupied with surveying the room. Very well, there are things to see. He seemed to have enough curiosity to make him worthy of Ash River. [break][break] She walked through the room. It was hard to see very well in the dark, so she mustered the smallest portion of her power that she could: Just enough of her perception ability to make a dog need to look twice at them. Her horns glowed dimly, but it was enough to illuminate the darkness into a pink twilight. She went to where Ashton was, as he had asked what something was. She leaned forward and saw it was the corpse of a human, shackled to the chair. He was dressed like a Wastelander, not a man from Starlet. His wrists were raw. He had tried to get out. She hunkered down and noticed the scuff marks of the chair across the floor. Her eyes held an intense expression. Her mind was aflame with the possible explanations for this scenario. She frowned. None of them were good possibilities. [break][break] "We need to find you a Watcher, then we can access the consoles in the control room." she said quietly. "Let's move." She trotted quietly down the hall, the slight hitch in her gait noticeable in the off-beat of her nails clicking upon the flooring. She moved quietly and found one of the control rooms. Computers looked dead. The consoles were covered in a thick layer of dust. And on top of one of the consoles was a Chough-20. "There's a Watcher here. A Chough-20."  [break][break] It looked to be in pretty good shape. [break][break] Tag: Ashton [break] Notes: A Wild Chough Appears! (Also, pronounced "chuff")

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

Ashton ignored the skeleton and walked over to where Finley had walked too. He saw the thing sitting on the console just waiting to be used. He approached the Chough-20 and put his paws on the console to steady himself and not fall over. He looked at it and felt a spark of instinct in his head. He focused on the Chough-20, he felt like he was looking at an x ray of a computer console and migrated towards the center. How he knew it was the center he didn't know. As he made it to the center the little machine on the console started to move while Ashton stood stalk still. The machine had a dent in the upper part of the circle. The disk that surrounded it covered with dust of being forgotten and something else that made it not entirely there. The Chough had twitched a little before that and soon it was trying to fly into the air to hover. It couldn't do that very well because it wasn't fully synced to it yet. This was just testing his abilities to adapt to new things. His eyes followed the awakening Chough as it started to hover in the air. The Chough felt like it had its own heart and that made him giddy with excitement.

The machine dipped a couple of times because he and the machine were talking in his head while also in the machine. The Chough soon started to hover at the height that Ashton stood two while on all four paws. She moved his back two paws and lowered his upper paws to the ground. The Cough was dusty but all it needed was a spring dusting and then it would shine bright. The Chough sputtered a bit before evening out and saying "Hi." Just one word that spooked Ashton a little. He would have to get used to this. He something in the back of his mind and he tried to connect with it. Soon he was looking around with his Chough all the while the information that it had collected seemed to flow through his mine. The machine simplified it and put it in basic words and Ashton let a grin out on his muzzle. This was the greatest thing he experienced.  

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[attr="class","finleybody"] Syncing with a Watcher tended to come somewhat naturally for Basals. Each variant had their own talents and abilities to bring to the table. Basals had their ability to mutate. Augments had their upgrades. Espers had their powers. Each one could be useful as a Spy to a certain capacity. Both Basals and Augments could use Watchers rather easily. It was harder for Espers, but many had their own abilities that made them extremely useful in that rank. For example, Finley had her perception bending abilities as well as her hypnosis, which she had trained to a high capacity. Her hidden ability and a last resort for her. She stopped using her powers again to let her horns dull again, as they didn't need lights once Ashton was bonded to his Watcher. [break][break] "So your first Watcher?" Finley said with a smile. "You'll have a lot of kinks to work out, but Choughs can be a pain sometimes. They are chatty and you'll need to make sure you keep your thoughts to yourself or else the machine might voice them for you. Dangerous for a Spy." She wasn't able to control the machines in quite the same way as the Basals and Augments. Perhaps that could be an experiment for another time: She wondered if there was a way that you can permanently sync an Esper to a Watcher. [break][break] She lifted her forequarters and rested her paws on the console. Her twisted paw looked like a clumsy, broken mitt compared to her small, round right forepaw. "If you can, try to get your new Chough to turn on this system and turn on the lights. You probably can hack some information, but it isn't easy if you don't know what to look for. Lukas is good at gathering medicinal information that no other dog could get from computers like these with his Bowerbird, but he admits it was easier when he was working with a Chough. You look and the Watcher brings it up on the screen. I'll walk you through the first one." [break][break] The Alpha pondered a bit and said, "How about you try to find something on..." Finley thought back to the man in the room they entered. The corpse, the one who struggled to get out. Why had he been shackled? She remembered a flash of information they picked up once. "Enderson Prison Inmates... See if that brings anything up on the screen." Her voice sounded too excited. [break][break] Finley waited for the lights to come on and to see if Ashton could find anything on the computer. [break][break] Tag: Ashton [break] Notes: Finley can explain what's on the screen. It will look like just a wall of text and tons of open files and pictures and stuff. Overwhelming, but she'll make some sort of sense of it to your guy.

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

Ashton nodded at his alpha and sent two simple directions to the Chough. "1, turn on the lights... 2 access the computer."  The Chough spluttered for a second and then zipped to the lights and on they came. When Ashton had fully turned on the lights the room seemed to get bigger.  The lights flickered but still worked. The Chough was zipping its way back to Ashton when it stopped at a big old console and started to mess with it. The computers flickered on and Ashton sent the next command this time through voice, "Look up Enderson Prison Inmates." He said and watched the Chough mess with the computers. Then the computers had long green text showing over them and he was really confused. He recognized a few words but that was about it. It seemed to be like a maze of numbers and letters and he wanted to whine about it. He held the urge back and just looked closely to see if that triggered anything at all. 

He looked at Finley and asked, "Do you understand what any of this means?" He looked at it again was just thoroughly confused about it all.He hoped Finley understood this she was their only hope at deciphering the mess that covered the screens.

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[attr="class","finleybody"]Lights illuminated the room. Finley's eyes took a moment to adjust, but once they had, she saw that the room had come alive. Ashton took command of the Chough quite easily. It wasn't surprising, however. He had everything working for him. He was a Basal. The Watcher was a Chough--one of the easier ones to handle. The hum of power surging through the equipment reverberated through the room as the computers turned on.  [break][break] She watched with interest as the information loaded itself onto the main monitor. She read quickly. In her run as a Scientist, she had learned to figure out human words. The symbols were something she was vastly interested with. She had learned that in the other world, long enough ago that history forgot how long, dogs were of a far lesser intelligence. Here, they were equal to humans really. Separated by the inability to share a language, though there were some dogs that could break that barrier. [break][break] Her eyes scanned the information. "It says here the inmates were here for treatment, but then some names disappear. And then..." She stopped talking as she became more engrossed with the words. Photographs and diagrams came up. Her eyes widened as she was struck with her own curiosity. "They were attempting to reverse the condition of a severely mutated individual. A mutation that had set. Humans mutate so terribly. But I've seen dogs go down that path as well. Constant exposure to mutagens... to the point of no relief. No treatment. Something has to give. They have to adapt. And sometimes adaptation turns them into something else. But this was focused on human effort of healing individuals lost to their condition. [break][break] "They started with experimenting with dogs. But moved quickly to human experimentation. When they ran out of those already afflicted..." Her words were running fast. She was so excited. "And started using the inmates at Enderson Prison. They were creating their own mutants. And treating them. Treatment seemed to be promising for the canine trials, but disastrous for the human trials." Finley read more, but that was the gist of it. The rest of the information was an attempt to cover up what they were doing. The people they had lost. Human lives wasted on experiments that did not work. Over and over and over again. "Well, that was a good bit of information. We can go home with that and investigate this area a bit more with a team. But I have some information that is useful." [break][break] She thought back to the corpse in the chair, the one that tried so hard to escape. She thought of what she knew was waiting for them outside. "Perhaps we should leave before we overstay our welcome." She went down the hall towards the first room, where they had entered. She limped lightly as she moved and then stopped as she entered the room. "Now Ashton, we have to stay calm." Her voice was even, perfectly calm. This was a moment when her ability to separate from her emotions was useful. [break][break] See, the door had been torn open. [break][break] Tag: Ashton [break] Notes: OH EM GEE.

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

Ashton froze behind Finley. He looked slacked jaw at the torn off door. "I am calm..." Was his reply to Finley. His hackles started to raise and the Chough went higher into the air. He traced the path of which way the door was assumed to ripped. It was ripped inward and the door was on the opposite side of the room. The Skeleton was trapped under it. His breathe hitched when he heard a raspy breathe being taken. "Oh no..." He mumbled under under his breathe and turned somewhat the his see through paneling didn't face what he thought was  a monster. He looked to Finley and tilted his head curiously. He was wandering what that thing was.

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[attr="class","finleybody"]He said he was calm, but Ashton's hackles were raised and the Chough rose higher in the air, betraying his true feelings on the matter. Finley knew that it was normal for a dog to be afraid. She still had strength enough to use her powers if need be, but wasn't sure how effective Ashton would be in combat given that he hadn't grown completely accustomed to the modifications on his left side. She calculated the best approach. [break][break] There was some raspy breathing, as if the creature breathing had its insides warped. It was shy, whatever it was. Finley studied where it was hiding. "You were following us," she stated. There was no fear in her voice, only the desire to know and undesrtand. [break][break] Its breathing seemed a little bit more intensified. Could it not speak? Finley wondered. She heard the breathing and then the distasteful noise of its mouth moving, tongue lapping awkwardly in a jaw that no longer worked in the way it wanted it to.  [break][break] "Show yourself." [break][break] It shyly stepped out. It had red-brown fur and white paws. Tousled hair that was matted. Its face was grotesquely swollen and misshapen with mutation, with the bottom canines grown so large that the creature's tongue didn't know where it wanted to go.  It moved powerfully, muscles rippling underneath its skin and fur, bulging with strength. It had, once upon a time, been a dog. The mutation had set a long time ago. This was what it was now. This was all it could be now.  [break][break] "Can you speak?" Finley asked the mutant, as if it were another dog. [break][break] She saw a sadness in its eyes that she could not place. It was something she had never felt before and something she could never feel. This dog had a family, once upon a time, and because of its condition, it could not go to them again. She couldn't tell if it was male or female, it's scent had changed and muddied. She was interested in this sad little creature--for it was smaller than she was, height-wise. She tilted her head. "Well, you understand me, right?" [break][break] It paused. And seemed to take a long time thinking. Finally, the mutant nodded. [break][break] "Did you break down the door?" Finley asked, carefully. [break][break] It shook its head. If the mutant didn't, then what did? [break][break] Tag: Ashton [break] Notes: BTW, this monster is... Aoife's dad. DUN DUN DUN. And also, there is another monster in here that they will get to fight.

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

Ashton looked at the small sized mutant. His hackles went down but he kept the Chough up there just to be safe. It started to beep and he heard something else breathing. Something that was almost like a snore. He shivered and looked around his Chough fluttering around the ceiling and reaching up to touch to ceiling. "Well, I can tell you something alpha. I think that we should try to help the poor dog out." He said and forced his hackles to stay down.  His heart rate picked up but he looked calm and collected on the outside. His facade confusing the mutant somewhat. He went from scared to calm in a heart beat. He was picking the hang of being a spy really quickly. He inhaled and smelt something burnt and muddied up. He almost gagged. 

Notes: Oh god Ashy.... Ashy is going to be like oh I know where your dad is! I can't wait for him and Livid to get in a fight lol.

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[attr="class","finleybody"]It had been a dog once. The mutant in front of Finley. It shivered where it stood, baring itself to the two black dogs. Its dark eyes round with fear. It was so far gone from being a dog that when they spoke to it, it had to pull the meaning out from the recesses of its broken mind. Finley was interested in the creature. Its hideous form delighted her as she knew it would delight Lukas. [break][break] When Ashton commented that they should help the creature. "Of course, we ought to help this poor creature," the Alpha said with a sad smile. But there was still the worry about what had broken the door. Finley looked at the little creature. "Well, we have to hurry. There's something else here and as much as I'd love to see what it is, I don't think we'll get lucky again and get another one of you." The mutant made an odd purling noise which bubbled from in its chest. She tilted her head, interested. Then she looked to her Zeta Spy. "Ashton, let's go." [break][break] She moved towards the broken door, and the mutant moved ahead of the group, not to take charge but simply to move ahead. Once outside, the mutant suddenly stopped. A growl tore from its throat. It hardly sounded organic. It sounded unnatural, like the roar of a chainsaw more than anything else, but it was undeniably an antagonistic sound. [break][break] The Alpha was trying to figure out the source of its sudden aggression when something moved out of the laboratory. It lacked hair anywhere on its body and its pale gleaming skin was wet with the sweat of exertion. Its hands were bloodied from the moment it tore through the door. It moved awkwardly, stuck between a body that couldn't decide to be two or four legged and it hobbled towards them sometimes using its hands along with its feet and sometimes not. The face looked like a human's face, but stretched over a long skull with a muzzle and rows of sharp teeth. [break][break] Blue-gray eyes glowered with hatred, tears blinked down its hideous face. It was angry and in pain. "Daaaaawww, daaahhh, dawwuu." Its distorted voice, deep and baritone, spoke in an infant babble. Finley looked down at its wrist. It still wore the wrist cuff from Enderson Prison. It was an electronic device which could administer tranquilizers once activated. Key word: Once activated. And there was no way that Ashton's Chough could get in that closely with the Beast awake. [break][break] The mutant that had once been a dog burst forward to attack the mutated inmate. It managed to bite and break some skin, but was swiped away with the large hands. Mutated hands, large and with an extra knuckle in each of the fingers and they were longer, too. Finley and Ashton's mutant ally attempted to get up, but it had a broken leg now. It cried. The one sound it made that still sounded like a dog. And there was no way they could outrun the large mutant when one of their own had a broken leg. And she didn't want to abandon such a fascinating creature when she felt that there was absolutely a way to win this. [break][break] "Ashton," Finley said. "Get Pico--yes, we're calling him Pico now--somewhere safe. And come back as soon as you can." She named their mutant friend on the spot and stepped forward to face the mutant herself. She stood straight up, the challenge in her eye. "I'll hold the big guy off as much as I can. But together? We can win this." [break][break] Tag: Ashton [break] Notes: OK, I'm adopting Pico as my own character. I love him to pieces. Like OMG. I love him to pieces.

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

Ashton looked as his alpha. nodded and then looked straight at Pico. He looked where the mutated inmate was standing. He quickly hoped over to Pico and grabbed him by his scruff. He lifted him and slunk somewhat oddly away to the hole in the fence and let Pico go through it while he had his eyes trained on the inmate who was watching him curiously. He didn't even really care about his side at the moment when he forced his way out of the fence at the same time the inmate lunged at him. He hit the fence and the fence almost gave out. With adrenaline pumping Ashton picked up Pico and  shot into the forest. He would be back of course. He was hunting down something that he could hide Pico in. He found a hole in the trunk and wrestled somewhat to get Pico in there. "Now stay please." He said and went to make his way back to the alpha and the inmate.

Notes: Pico is now hidden. Lets commence with the battle. In the next post that Ashy makes he is going to join in with the alpha.

Finley

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[attr="class","finleybody"]The mutant breathed deeply as it circled Finley. It eyed her weak paw and measured her as underwhelming. When it breathed out, snot and drool dribbled out of its face. Its skin didn't fit on the skull beneath it. Its eyes were not human. They were narrow and dark and full of an instinctive hatred towards her. Stupid. That's what they were. She started to circle with the beast, her own gait uneven due to her limp. She had had an entire life getting used to a leg that did not work right. She knew what movements she could and could not make and kept that knowledge in the front of her mind. [break][break] The beast moved, its long neck lowered. Its face made little in the way of expression because of its too-tight skin. But she could tell it was angry by the way it held its eyes and the motion of its body. The tall retriever mix reacted to its every movement. Frustrated, the mutant rushed towards her. She dodged to the right, landing on her good legs, using her bad one only as a pivot point when needed. It wasn't capable of more finesse than that. The mutant slid on the dirt and wheeled around and Finley dodged again, this time tagging the beast with her teeth. It screeched loudly as she did so, more annoyed than anything. At this point, she was more about getting its focus on her, getting it to read her movements to understand her dodge patterns. [break][break] At that moment, Ashton had come and Finley was still fighting the beast. She panted, still waiting for it to try to come at her weak side. She kept it turned away, though she knew the monster could move fast enough to keep up with her. Finally, it figured it out. This time, it twirled around her, outmaneuvering her--or at least seeming to--but Finley was already moves ahead of the mutant. Check and mate. It had come close enough and she turned her head, expecting where it should be. Her horns were glowing bright. And her brown eyes had become gold with the use of her powers. Whatever she was using, it was high level. [break][break] She saw the beast's eyes. Blue eyes. She held the gaze, her own stronger than the monster's and they were locked in time. Finley slowly moved backwards, moving smoothly and forcing herself to not limp. It was painful, but she never faltered. "Ashton, there is a wrist cuff on this creature's left wrist. In Enderson Prison, they would activate it to control unruly inmates." Even in the heat of the moment, she couldn't help but explain the things she had learned. "Use your Chough to activate it at the maximum strength." She was hypnotizing the beast. It was harder than it would be for a dog. She kept it affixed to her. Lay down, lay down, lay down. Her thoughts ordered it, washing over the mutant's mind like soft running water. Slowly it lowered its body. "I can't keep this up for long..." she said, her voice strained as her eyes dared not look away. As her horns continued to shine bright.[break][break] Tag: Ashton [break] Notes: Finley is such a champ.

[attr="class","finleyname"]Finley She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes. She can ruin your faith with her casual lies. And she only reveals what she wants you to see.