Experiment: ASH

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Between Hush’s attentions and Ash’s own healing mutations, it just took awhile for them to properly activate, the bleeding did slow to a trickle then eventually stop.

The weakness Ash felt from the lack of blood lingered, but it would go away. All he needed was to rest and not do anything stressful. He was already resigning to the fact that moving from his spot would do more damage than good. At least the rain wasn’t going to get in.

Relaxing as much as he could, Ash listened to the humming from the woman. It was unlike anything he heard before. Sure it did remind him a little of something that’d be at home in a horror movie, but it didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. Just somehow fit with the situation.

Then came the shriek.

Ash’s entire body cringed inward at that. The shriek sent a worse pain through him than the gash did. It wasn’t even that it hurt so much as the terror that was laced within it. It pained him to hear such a sound. And it was his fault.

Pulling the hoodie back over with his tail, Ash shifted his body to press more against the wall. Legs pulling back and in. He gripped his injured side as it slowly healed. His head lowering down to his chest; shoulders dropping.

Ash was devastated.

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Most people would have chased her away or come after her.  Many people would have pursued her straight up into the crack she crawled in.  This one didn’t.  Instead he looked…almost sad.  Hush furrowed her brow, suddenly conflicted about her fear.  Perhaps it was a little unjustified.  How was she supposed to act though?  She didn’t really have an answer to that question, and was sure her injured friend didn’t either.

“You’re…” she started, and paused for a moment out of hesitation.  “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”  Her voice was shaky and cracked a few times.  It wasn’t very feminine, but not masculine either.  It was just a voice, nothing less, nothing more, coated in a strange, implacable accent. 

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Ash had never meant to scare the woman. It was just simple concern for her. Trying to pay back the kindness that she had shown to him. Just how he did it was the wrong way.

Tilting his head, Ash grabbed the hoodie. A thumb brushed over the soaked material. His skin was more reptilian and did feel cold and warm differently than a human did. It was his mistake in forgetting that. Forgetting just how cold the rain really was.

The woman's strange voice managed to draw Ash of the small pit he had put himself into. That unseen gaze landed on her with a small head movement. He simply looked at her, or what he could see of her, before shaking his head side to side. Hurting her was never his intention.

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Francoeur certainly wasn’t a threat, that much Ash was certain. There hadn’t been any creature like this before. Especially not one that spoke so kindly. With a small nod, that was more of an assurance this… insect, he couldn’t place the species, was a possible friend, he reached out to take the hand with a black one of his own.

Going into one of his cargo pockets, Ash pulled out an old, but well maintained, fireman’s badge. He showed it to Francoeur. A clawed finger pointing at the word “ASH” on it then to himself.

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“Oh you name is Ash” Francoeur wondered if he was similar to his with the human speech. Maybe the professor could give him something to allow him to speak. He wasn’t human like Lucille, or Raoul. He wasn’t a Monkey like Charles. 

He seemed to have a tail and claws. Perhaps he was some kind of feline. Francoeur had also read somewhere that in the old times before people were roaming the earth, creatures that were tall as a five story building used to rule. Even though he wasn’t as tall as a five story building he sort of matched the description. “Can you talk at all?”

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Ash nodded. Looking down, he slipped the badge back into one of his pocket. As his hand came back up, he brushed his fingers over the feet of a small rag doll that was attached to his belt. He was wearing a light gray hoodie, more that shade from wear, and it was baggy enough to cover the doll.

While Ash certainly wasn't as tall as a building, he was standing around the flea's own height. Nearly eye-to-eye if anything could of been seen behind the black visor. The tail lazily scraped along the ground; it was black and looked like the skin was pebbled. Some type of reptile instead of feline. Though the horns eluded towards something else.

At Francoeur's question, Ash shook his head and idly brushed his fingers over his neck. Not wanting to scare, but to make a point, he tilted his head back as he pulled down the collar of his hoodie. A scar ran straight up from his sternum to vanish beneath the gas mask, which appeared to of been meshed with his hide.

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If there was one thing Hush knew about, it was injuries.  She had attained enough of them of the years, and caused even more.  A few scars, most small or healed enough to be overlooked, could attest to that.  So it was no surprise when she managed to control the bleeding in a short amount of time.  She bundled and wrapped the shirt as she massaged it against his skin in a way that almost made it fit into the shape of the wound without it being too overbearing, and hopefully not painful.

She hummed to herself as she grew more comfortable with the situation. The tune was eerie and haunting, but lacked any element that might make it frightening.  At least not to her.  She barely noticed Ash moving to retrieve his hoodie, but she certainly noticed it drop on her shoulders.  It was heavy, wet and cold, and sent a chill right down her spine.  All of a sudden, her comfort came shattering down like broken glass, and with a shrill shriek she scurried into the security of the darker shadows in the walls of the surrounding area.  There wasn’t a lot of space to maneuver, but she somehow managed to simply disappear, with nothing but the light reflecting out of two wide, red eyes left as a trace of her existence.  Her mind raced as quickly as her eyes flicked back and forth from the hoodie to Ash then back to the hoodie.  She was clueless as to exactly what just happened, and it took her some time to piece it together.  It didn’t change her position, though.  Even upon figuring it out, she remained contorted in the walls, feeling much more content there than with the stranger.

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Between Hush's attentions and Ash's own healing mutations, it just took awhile for them to properly activate, the bleeding did slow to a trickle then eventually stop.

The weakness Ash felt from the lack of blood lingered, but it would go away. All he needed was to rest and not do anything stressful. He was already resigning to the fact that moving from his spot would do more damage than good. At least the rain wasn't going to get in.

Relaxing as much as he could, Ash listened to the humming from the woman. It was unlike anything he heard before. Sure it did remind him a little of something that'd be at home in a horror movie, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable. Just somehow fit with the situation.

Then came the shriek.

Ash's entire body cringed inward at that. The shriek sent a worse pain through him than the gash did. It wasn't even that it hurt so much as the terror that was laced within it. It pained him to hear such a sound. And it was his fault.

Pulling the hoodie back over with his tail, Ash shifted his body to press more against the wall. Legs pulling back and in. He gripped his injured side as it slowly healed. His head lowering down to his chest; shoulders dropping.

Ash was devastated.

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She gawked in both awe and horror.  Sure, it wasn’t the first time she had seen a gored man before, but it never ceased to entrance her.  What humanity was capable of doing to itself and even worse to others was a bittersweet mixture of frightening and delicious.  A smile tugged the corners of her lips as she stared at him.  No, this was wrong.  She couldn’t just stand there and watch him die.  It would just be wrong.  He was different, like her.  Well, no, not quite like her, but different no less.  And he seemed like a genuinely good person to boot. . .

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It was impossible to read Ash's features unless the woman watched how his body moved. There wasn't a thrashing tail threatening her to leave. He wasn't trying to move further away from her as if he was afraid. If anything his posture was one of surprise.

Ash's eyes, whether he actually had them or not, was hidden behind the black plastic visor. While it was impossible to tell by looking, the feeling of being watched was something that the woman would of felt by staring at him.

When she pulled her shirt off and came closer, Ash's posture changed from alert to calmer. He shifted to try and keep the wrong kind of pressure off of his injured side. Black hands and the formerly white shirt were already drenched in his blood by the time the woman came over and put pressure on his wound.

All Ash could do was simply stare at this strange woman that decided to help him. There was no sane reason for her to of come in and done such a thing. Not when she was now wearing little to nothing in the cold.

Moving his tail, it swept under his hoodie to pull it closer. Muscles on his side twitched in obvious pain as Ash reached down to grab his jacket. Then as gently at he could, even if the hoodie was wet itself, he put it over the woman's shoulders. He wasn't about to let her freeze while attempting to help him.

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francoeurthemonster started following you

Ash tilts his head at Francoeur; his own features were hidden behind a gas mask. Cautiously takes a step forward to get a closer look. His tail giving a small sway before stilling.

Clawed fingers curl in then out as he raised a hand in a small wave of hello. Didn’t want to scare this interesting looking fellow.

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Francoeur saw the masked creature. He looked at it noticing it’s tail, and hidden face. He could barely make anything through it. Francoeur smiled at the masked creature when he showed some respectful trait. He extended one of his four hands. 

“Hello. Who might you be?” he looked more at the creature in front of him. He either seemed scared, or just interested in Francoeur. Interested that he was a creature similar to himself.

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Francoeur certainly wasn't a threat, that much Ash was certain. There hadn't been any creature like this before. Especially not one that spoke so kindly. With a small nod, that was more of an assurance this. . . insect, he couldn't place the species, was a possible friend, he reached out to take the hand with a black one of his own.

Going into one of his cargo pockets, Ash pulled out an old, but well maintained, fireman's badge. He showed it to Francoeur. A clawed finger pointing at the word "ASH" on it then to himself.

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francoeurthemonster started following you

Ash tilts his head at Francoeur; his own features were hidden behind a gas mask. Cautiously takes a step forward to get a closer look. His tail giving a small sway before stilling.

Clawed fingers curl in then out as he raised a hand in a small wave of hello. Didn't want to scare this interesting looking fellow.

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Hush had seen the fight from the safety of a fire escape.  The fire escape not only provided her a good vantage point and distance, but also relatively dry place from the rain.  Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but what was on the city streets?  Or any streets for that matter.  City life, cultured life, human life, it was a mess.  Especially here.  Stinkin’ rotten garbage on the streets, scumbags in the alleys, and cold hearts in the houses.  The men, who now lay broken and bloody in the lot below her, were certainly not excused.  Well, all except, perhaps, for the strange, reptilian looking one. . .

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Ash went as far back as he could before collapsing from the loss of blood. His head reared back as a jolt of pain sliced through his body; not a single sound was made outside of his tail slamming against the ground. He gripped his side tighter as he fought through the pain to stay concious and alert. Blacking out here was not an option.

Unaware that he was't alone, his own thrashing and the loud rumbling of thunder was covering up the sound of squishing shoes, Ash forced himself into a sitting position. He tore off his jacket to throw it to the ground. The now crimson stained shirt was pulled off and pressed to his side.

With the shirt now off, Ash's unacknowled guest was able to get a better look at him.

The man could of easily had women drooling over him if he wasn't covered in pebbly skin. His upper body was pleasantly toned with a six pack and well defined muscles. It wasn't extreme, but it was kept in what most women would of considered 'perfect.' Even down to the lighter shaded lines of scars that criss-crossed his torso. He had been in quite a few battles.

The reptilian coloration faded from lighter gray around his chest to darker gray over his back. Larger patches of the pebbled skin, and even bumps, would of lead to an assumption that crocodile or alligator DNA ran through his system. While his tail was more like that of a komodo dragon.

Ash's gas mask was given a better view. It did cover his entire head and seemed to of been meshed with his neck. The chain, which he didn't remove yet, was still pressing tightly against his neck. When his body turned, his guest could of seen blackened metal that stuck out along his spine.

Something that would of stuck out more than his looks was a doll attached to his belt. It was an old cloth doll. Even looked like it had been through Hell and back. It was attached to his belt through a noose. An odd choice. . .

Shifting on the floor, trying to get as comfortable as he could, Ash pressed his shirt against his side harder to stem the bleeding. Once he finally managed and was leaning back against the wall. Air vented out from the filters at his cheek. He still didn't make a sound of pain or otherwise.

Eventually his head finally turned to look back out at the rain. Only he saw the lanky woman instead. Ash shifted back to sit up a little straighter. His head shaking for a moment as if he didn't believe what was right in front of him.

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RP: Honey And Sulphur

It was cliche to call it a dark and stormy night, but that was truth of the situation.

The night had started out peaceful enough with the storm clouds just lingering on the edges of the city. All newspapers and weathermen had forcast that it was going to be a downpour around 10pm that night; give or take a couple minutes to a half hour.

It was about 9:15 pm when everything started to go downhill.

It was a relatively new city for Ash. He had spent a week roaming on what was considered the outskirts of the city to see how people coming and going would react to his more "unique" look. There had been a few murmurs from people, but no one had outright screamed, called the police, or had tried to harm him, so it was about as pleasant as he was going to get it.

Ash had waited until the he sun was well below the horizon before he made his way through the city with only the rumbling of the oncoming storm to accompany him. Standing well over six feet, he would of stuck out in most crowds. The things that drew people to look at him, even as he walked along the sidewalk, was the fast that a reptilian black tail swayed side to side behind him. No one could see his face as it was well hidden behind an extended gas mask that looked more suitable on an animal than a human.

A black camo hoodie was covering his upper torso; a pair of black horns were sticking out from the back of it. Military issue black camo pants covered his lower body while black, knee-high, buckle up, steel-toe boots were over his feet. The pants had obsured most of the boots while the jacket was preventing his belt from being seen.

Most people had left him alone; the military-esque look had done the job well enough. The only ones that didn't leave him in peace, since he didn't, had been a gang of five men that were being far too friendly with a young woman.

It was around 9:30 when Ash encountered the men and stepped right up to stop what they were doing.

Unable to stand by, Ash had rushed in to slam into one of the men. He knocked the man right into the nearest wall. An unpleasant popping sound as the man's shoulder was dislocated set everything into chaos.

The other four men let the woman go as they moved in to try and take Ash down. Chains, knives, and a rusty pipe had been the weapons of choice.

The fight ended, and the storm started downpouring, around 9:50pm.

It didn't end well for the men. They ended up with broken and dislocated limbs. One was going to be blind in one eye, one had about three fractured ribs, and another had a survival gash on his thigh.

Ash fared only marginally better. The hoodie he wore had been torn and ruined. His blood, and the blood of the men, darkened the colors. His toughed hide was in pain; he knew that his muscles were sore and bruised from the impact of the metal pipe. The metal chain was still around his neck, which was causing him some hell in breathing. It wasn't bad enough that he couldn't ignore it for the time being.

The white shirt beneath his hoodie had quickly been turning crimson from a severe gash on his side. Ash had to quickly leave the alleyway and get somewhere else that he could tend to his wounds. He was already sure that the woman he saved had already called the police. Talking to them, explaining, was not something that he would of been able to do. No one would of understood.

So Ash walked quickly rather than ran. The rain pouring down on him at this point. The blood that dripped from his jacket pooling at his feet whenver he took a moment to try and catch his breath. It was making for quite a terrifying sight for those out on the streets. Most went the other way or avoided him entirely. It was fine for him.

It was 10:15pm when he finally stumbled and collapsed against a building. Ash managed to get far enough from the scene where he figured he would get a few moments of peace. The building had a gap running through it for about two floors, so it gave him a small bit of dry space. It also meant that anyone who got close enough would of seen the blood droplets leading towards him.

At this point Ash just needed a moment of rest to gather himself. If there was any hope to believe in, it was that he was going to be left alone. Considering the night so far, that didn't look like it was going to happen.

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Smoke, Blood, and Corpses

The streets of Raccoon City ran red with blood that night. Smoke from gun shots and fired clogged the very air. It was nearly impossible to see through the smoke. Even flashlights carried by a small team of officers of the city could barely pierce it. The lights only bouncing and causing distorted shadows.

Despite having so little sight the officers continued to push through the smoke. The sound of the radios cracking, battle gear rattling, and guns cocking were the only sounds heard in the thick smoke. None of the officers dared to make any more noise than they were already making.

As they started to reach what was deemed the "center" point, the sky suddenly lit up with an arch of lightning. The officers got a distorted glimpse of a figure standing there. Immediately the radios crackled in urgency. Just as quickly they were silenced from the head officer to not draw anymore attention to themselves.

Nature had other plans.

The sky split open to release a torrent of rain. Fires hissed as they were put out. Some of the officers cursed under the assault of water. The smoke swirled as it was pushed down and dispersed.

One of the officers wiped the sudden water from their face. Looking ahead when they could see, they let out a gasp of horror. The weapon in hand shaking from what was seen.

A massive pile of corpses was in the middle of the street. Every single one of them bore wounds. Most of the, visible, corpses had bite marks, burns, bullet holes, and gashes in their bodies. Some were missing limbs while others were completely torn to shreds. Body parts were littered throughout the pile and in the street. Even bits of flesh and intestines hung from the mouths of the corpses.

Every single corpse had some shred of clothing on them. From police uniforms, scrubs, business suits, and even what looked like it once was a baby bib was littered on or around the pile.

A few of the officers pulled back to let out a horrible retching sound. Whatever was eaten just came up; others just ended up dry heaving. The stench of the bile was nothing in comparison to the stench of the now rotting corpses.

Some of the officers pulled back while others moved forward to inspect the pile. Doing their best to ignore the fact that the streets were running red with globs of coagulated blood.

The lead officer covered his mouth and nose. He shook his head while looking around. Slowly making his way around the pile of corpses, he finally noticed the figure from the smoke. Instinct, not training, took over and he took a step backwards.

Head twisting, the figure turned to face the officer. A flash of lightning illuminated the seven-foot figure. It had a vague, male, humanoid in shape with ash gray, scaled, skin covered the form. The figure's head was nothing like a human's. It was more animal in nature with two horns protruding from the back of His skull. A gas mask covered his face to further alienate the figure. The mask hiding all features and further giving him a look of a monster. Lean muscles were accented by the way the rain water ran down his bare upper torso. Each hand was tipped in sharp claws. A flexible reptilian tail lazily moved behind the figure as he took a step towards the officer. Steel toed boots covered his feet while torn black, military, cargo pants kept his lower torso hidden. A studded belt looped around the waist. On one side of the figure, a small, very worn doll hung by a noose. Button eyes staring lifelessly out at whoever looked at it.

The officer gulped as he took in the figure's form. His own eyes going up with another lightning flash. The entire upper torso of the figure was covered in bloody scars. A large three point gash was along one side of his neck.

Turning on a heel, the figure's shoulder tattoo was only glimpsed at before it became blurred as the figure closed in on the officer. Moving quickly to slip right past the officer, the figure ran with the tail acting like a rudder.

Overcoming the momentary shock, the officer barked an order to fire after the figure. To his dismay there was no figure to go after. With a shake of his head, he returned to the duty on hand: deal with the corpses.

Out of view of the officers, the figure made his way up the nearest fire escape to the rooftops. Splashing steps going unnoticed as he headed away from the scene to somewhere safe to tend to the gashes on it's body.

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Commission: Traditional Sketch

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Commission: Stylized Sketch

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Commission: Stylized Headshot

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A Night in Raccoon City Park

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[Old Story]

The doll stared up at Ash with its two button eyes. It smiled at him with the simple wish to be picked up and loved. 

To simply have the love it's former owner couldn't give.

To have no more tears wept into it.

To witness no more yelling.

To not be tossed across rooms.

To not be torn apart.

To be sewn back together without mismatched pieces.

To simply feel loved.

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[Old Story]

Ash could hear the throbbing music coming from down the tunnel. One of his boots was tapping to the music as he settled in to rest against the worn and chipping cement. He glanced down the dark tunnel as a deep voice all but growled out one of the few lyrics the song possessed. The lyrics caused him to shift slightly. His tail scraped along the bottom of the larger tunnel. It swept up small bits of dirt and things best not mentioned. The tip flicked to rid itself of the dirt. Pulling up, it twisted to half rest on an extruding pipe and half draped over one of Ash's legs. With a roll of his shoulders, Ash fully relaxed against the cold wall. He glanced down at the dirt flecked floor before shaking his head in disgust. This was not a place he wanted to be. It was almost required of him to be where he was. Rather he was supposed to of gone all the way down to the underground gRave to check it out. That plan had been cut short when he was half way down the tunnel, which entrance he now sat, because an oversight slammed into him. If he went to the gRave, it would be almost certain that he would cause it to be cut short. Ash was against a portion of things that would happen during raves. Aside from the drinking, most likely with a few underage there, and possibly a few fights, there was certainly to be a few gang members and mutations in the gRave. Normally it would be good to remove such, but raves were notorious for being busy and packed. Ash crashing the gRave would cause far more harm than good. At least with how he saw it. So, as he was now, he resided listening from afar. Only if he heard something, or the small bit of curiosity he still had got the better of him, would he go to the gRave. So, for now, Ash continued to listen and peer down the tunnel while the ominous voice of the current song growled, "...he is the darkest emotion... of all..." <Song at the gRave, which Ash is listening to, is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qv2YRBwnKOI >