"Bring the thing out! They're using their own stimunts!", one of the Sparrows shouted.

  "Not yet, it's still not an emergency. Ain't even debuted yet", the Parrot replied, standing behind an armored car.

  The Parrot had long wild blonde hair, wearing a bck-beaked helmet with golden lightning streaks on said helmet. On the inside, her mouth and nose are covered in a red-mask. She had light red eyes, and a bck triangle Ego birthmark on the area below her left eye. She wore a red short-sleeved shirt, with bck pants and bck shoes. Her left hand's fingers were repced with golden cybernetic fingers.

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  [colpse]Barrages of bullets hit the cars, preventing them from peeking out. The Parrot looked towards their attackers, a local gang dealing in drug trade. A lot of their members were Form types, physical-based gifts.

  In some urban space in Besell, governed by your average deadbeat noble. No wonder this whole territory's bustlin' with gangs, but this also means that the Aviary wouldn't necessarily need the noble's permission in the area.

  This whole pce was fair game, so, those pigeons at the Aviary decided to assign their new toy to her.

  She's a Parrot, specialized in drug-reted cases. So, of course those clucking pigeons thought that she'd need all the 'help' she could get.

  "Fuck this flock", the Parrot muttered under her breath.

  The Parrot then took a peek once more to further inspect the battle field, bullets were still raining.

  Would it be big-headed to bring the new toy in? No, not yet. That thing could just make things worse.

  Though, it seems her decision-making was put to a halt. All of a sudden, a rge guy charged forward. His body looked to be made of lizard scales, bullets simply deflected off of him. He ran towards an armored card and shoulder bashed it.

  Should I? This shit is looking more dire by the second...

  No.

  The Parrot looked once more towards the battle-field, the scaly guy noticed her and lunged with all of his strength. The Parrot shot towards the man, knowing bullets won't do the trick.

  The Parrot narrowed her eyes, and raised her hand towards her helmet. The scaly man got closer, as he almost made contact with her. The Parrot's helmet suddenly let out a shriek.

  The scaly man's eyes widened as he felt his hearing go silent, stumbling a little from the sudden overpowering noise. Which, the Parrot took opportunity of, and ran towards one of the vehicles. The scaly man growled, only feeling the vibrations in his throat without the sound.

  The Parrot took the wheel of an armored car, and drove towards the scaly man. The scaly man grinned and took a blocking stance, but as the car drove towards the scaly man.

  An arm popped out from one of the windows, holding a pistol. The other gang members were too busy with the Sparrows, and didn't notice. The pistol began shooting, the bullets hitting the other gang members who were too slow to react.

  To their legs, arms and body, around four were in no condition to fight, crippling them. The scaly man's hearing was still too damaged to notice the Parrot's underhanded tactic and grinned as the armored car crashed against him. He was being pushed back, but he was still able to contend with a literal armored car. The Parrot on her seat grinned.

  The Sparrows had finally gotten their lucky break, now able to manage the situation with the Parrot's help. The loss of four members made them much more weaker, not to mention their gift-enhancing drugs were starting to wear off.

  Their enhanced gifts were barely passable, but now as their enhancing drugs wore off they could not fight against the much more experienced Sparrows. Luckily, no one was killed, just a lot of injuries.

  Necessary damage to incapacitate the gang members, the scaly man simply grinned. He was now starting to push against the armored car, not knowing the situation around him. Slowly, he felt his hearing finally return.

  But to his dismay, he heard nothing.

  No gunshots, no bullet casings falling against the cement. Only the sound of engines, the Parrot looked straight at the scaly man through the windshield of the vehicle.

  The Parrot's beak, also known as the Sonic Beak. Just like each bird's equipment, it allowed them to much more easily deal with drug-reted problems.

  Whether through communication assisting in coordinating drug busts, Sonic Shrieks so loud it temporarily deafens any nearby individuals. The Parrot's beak was focused on communication or disruption of communication.

  By using the beak's two primary functions, the Parrot turned this whole battle around.

  "You fucking fowl!", the scaly man shouted, enraged he charged forward overpowering the armored car and pushing it back.

  "Ram!", the Parrot shouted, her sonic beak let out a loud voice.

  The Sparrows followed the caw, and multiple armored cars drove towards the scaly man. The scaly man gritted his teeth, attempting to now lift the car and tip it over.

  "I'm taking you down with me!", the scaly man shouted.

  Without hesitation, the Parrot jumped out of the armored car and ran to the scaly man. The scaly man dropped the car and jabbed his fist forward to meet the Parrot.

  Once more, just before making contact with the Parrot. She let out another sonic shriek, stunning the scaly man. The scaly man shouted but he grit through the painful ringing in his ears and plunged his fist forward, this Parrot!

  The Parrot's eyes widened and ducked, she raised her left hand. The scaly man's eyes widened, her fingers seemed to be made of some golden metal. With a surprised expression, the Parrot's adrenaline shot up surprising even herself.

  The Parrot caught the scaly man's fist with her golden mechanical fingers and said fingers emitted a buzzing sound, the scaly man's eyes widened but he couldn't let go.

  As he twitched and convulsed from the electricity running down his body, running a current throughout his entire nervous system. The Parrot's eyes widened and she immediately let go of the scaly man, the man seemed still for moment only to fall down.

  Smoke bellowed out from his entire body, and the Parrot narrowed her eyes. She knelt down and put her right hand's normal fingers to his throat. She sighed and got up, shaking her head in frustration.

  She put her right hand in her pants' pocket and took out a handkerchief. She looked at her right hand, and wrapped her golden mechanical fingers up with said handkerchief.

  "I fucked up...", the Parrot muttered, her left hand shook.

  The Parrot looked at the scaly man's corpse, his dulled hazel eyes wide open. A life had been snuffed.

  "This can't keep happening", the Parrot cursed herself.

  A Sparrow walked up to her, putting a hand to her shoulder.

  "You coulda' died, coulda' been better, coulda' been worse", the Sparrow spoke to her.

  The Parrot moved her shoulder away from the Sparrow's hand, and gred at him.

  "Now we don't have a lead to their main leader, and a man is dead. Those thugs won't give us anything, they don't know anything", the Parrot spat out, gring at the Sparrow.

  The Sparrow looked at the Parrot and sighed.

  "Alright, sure. But remember, you still did good", the Sparrow replied.

  He turned around and walked towards the quiet drug den, other Sparrows had already entered the premises to investigate.

  The Parrot closed her eyes, realizing how unfair she was being.

  He's right. I still did something...

  But...

  The Parrot looked at the scaly man's corpse again.

  We could've done so much more...

  What if I lost my chance there... To end this drug empire?

  To end all the pain that these cartels have done?

  The Parrot once more gred towards the ground.

  But, we can't do anything about that now.

  What I should do is...

  The Parrot clenched her fists and ran to the den. The Sparrows flinched in surprise, seeing the upset Parrot intensely investigating the space. She put on gloves and observed objects within the scene, her gaze had a certain fervor to it. Eyes of fury instead directed towards investigation, it was quite the sight.

  The Sparrows felt quite bad for the inanimate objects being interrogated by the furious Parrot's eyes.

  D-Does that work...?

  The Sparrows wondered whether the Parrot was actually making investigative progress or not. Either way, she didn't seem as mad as before so that was good.

  Then, the Sparrows eventually discovered an unexpected clue. A note.

  The words written on it were, "When you reach the quota by this week go to Hand, nobo's interested. At an old abandoned warehouse, at Bluenail", it was inside an old frog statue, the ones where you'd normally put coins on its mouth to signify good luck. The Parrot immediately dropped what she was doing and ran to read the note herself.

  The Sparrows promptly gave it to her, which she took with haste. She immediately ran outside with the note in her hand, to an armored car. The Sparrows let her go, knowing the Parrot was probably mature enough to expin this all to them after she was done with what she was going to do. The Parrot jumped to the driver's seat and opened the radio.

  She tweaked the nobs to a certain beat, one of the Parrots' exclusive benefits. It was a radio that allowed them to communicate with anyone they wanted, even the Royal Family was free game. Though this came at the cost of the Parrot only being able to make a call once every six months. The Parrot didn't care though.

  She'd been onto this case for around three years now, constantly busting drug dens but never able to pinpoint the drug cartel that controls said dens. She had multiple suspects, and even imprisoned some primary members of the cartel. But none of the members ever survived a year into the Can, almost always they'd be killed during a prison riot. As a result, any detained members are too afraid to snitch and almost always ends up as dead-ends.

  The Parrot was so invested into this case to the point that she'd been recognized as one of the best Parrots when it came to the job, as a result, her social life was very lonely, too focused to the point that she barely had friends. But, now, this would all change.

  An actual pce, with an address and everything. A designated date, and a Noble's involvement.

  With this in mind, there was only one group to call.

  The Peacocks, the birds most adept at handling w and Nobles. This could also be a double-edged sword, but the Parrot was sure she would never get an opportunity like this ever again.

  "Peacock. I need your help, a noble's involvement is possible but more than likely. Send Peacock-B82, if possible, please", the Parrot spoke to the radio.

  The radio fizzled then a voice came on, "B82 is present, he will travel at the current location in four hours. The Parrot's caw has been acknowledged", the radio slowly fizzled out its noises and the radio remained silent.

  The Parrot looked on with a determined gaze, her eyes burning with a fury.

  ***

  Peacock B82 had arrived, he dressed rather normal. His height was average but had a decently muscur build, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He had a golden circle birthmark, signifying his Art Birthright.

  He also didn't wear anything prominent that signified his Bird occupation. The only thing that resembled such a thing was a pin on his buttoned-up shirt, circles within each other, filled with two tones of blues and two tones of oranges.

  It seemed this Peacock didn't prefer a grand appearance compared to other Peacocks.

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  [colpse]B82 quickly made acquaintance with the Parrot and the Sparrows who were temporarily under her wing. He was sharp and polite, never speaking long sentences.

  It was odd, not in a bad nor good way. It was odd in that, the Parrot and Sparrows didn't know how to 'connect' or interact with him. They were like street rats trying to talk to a fashioned poodle, he seemed so alien to this part of the nation's territory.

  First, with the information he was given. He'd ordered a discrete investigation of the area, leaving it to the Sparrows. While B82 needed the Parrot's help in regards to the Besell nation and how it contributed to the Drug Cartel's operations.

  But, most importantly, he needed the possible Noble that was involved with said cartel. The Parrot listed some nobles she thought had a problematic way of running their own territories, and B82 swiftly made a decision.

  "Hand, on Bluenail? There is only one noble with the nerve to do business with the cartel. It's Ptanum, his noble family is wealthy but his territory is quite small. That only tells me one thing. Parrot, keep this in mind but don't reveal it to anyone yet. Also, when you're at home, I suggest you room up with some Sparrows or at least one", B82 suggested.

  The Parrot understood, but got confused on the st part. The Parrot spoke up, "Room up? Why? I can take care of myself."

  B82 sighed, he picked up the note, "Parrot, considering this is a drug cartel we're talking about and the fact that you're a well known drug buster. I doubt they'd leave you alone."

  B82 looked at the map in front of him, he took a deep breath and pulled out something from his jacket pocket. He showed it to the Parrot.

  "W-What is this?", the Parrot seemed bewildered.

  B82 showed a single piece of paper to the Parrot, "Yaufin Sphikur. Ego Birthright Type: Golden Zephyr Songbird."

  It seemed familiar to the Parrot but she couldn't put a finger on it.

  B82 promptly stored the note back in his pocket, "Birthday's interested in you."

  The Parrot's eyes widened, 'THAT Birthday? Why? Now of all times?!'

  The Parrot clenched her eyes shut, and took a deep breath. This was another issue, but she couldn't afford to py safe. Not now, not when there's an actual lead.

  So, she needed to compromise.

  The Parrot nodded her head at B82, which he replied with a nod of his own. The Parrot approached a familiar Sparrow, and the Sparrow beside him.

  Sparrow Baley, and Sparrow Finell, Baley was the one who tried to comfort her. Whilst Finell was another Sparrow he seemed associated with, Baley seemed to trust her enough.

  The Parrot put her right hand on her hip, "Hey, uh. Stay with me for awhile, you and Finell."

  Baley raised his eyebrow, "Hm, why?"

  "For... security, the... Peacock THINKS I'm in danger", the Parrot answered, her words came out slowly.

  "Huh, okay. We'll pack up and meet ter, alright? Don't look so stiff now", Baley answered giving the Parrot an amused smile.

  Finell looked confused, but Baley proceeded to expin it to her when they both left to go pack up.

  "Get some rest, Parrot, meet up with them two and be wary. Birthday put a Body Haul request on you, at that point expect even that drug cartel of yours to be interested", B82 warned.

  The Parrot stared at B82, she looked frustrated. Annoyed but she knew she couldn't snark back at the Peacock, he was right.

  "I know", the Parrot replied.

  The Parrot slowly left the den, whilst B82 remained to speak with the other remaining Sparrows. He got their testimonies and thoughts, looking for any more clues and revetions he might come up with regarding this case.

  ***

  Yaufin slowly took off her helmet, its mechanisms allowing it to fold indiscreetly into some Parrot-themed panel that could fit into her pocket. She held a bitter expression.

  Just now when they actually got something, a situation like Birthday's comes up on her doorstep.

  Yaufin bought a soda from a nearby vending machine, slowly walking home after leaving a subway station. Her eyes looked tired, drinking a simple sugar soda to keep herself slightly alert and energetic.

  Then she saw the two Sparrows, they seemed to be waiting for her on the sidewalk. They waved at her, and she raised a tired hand to acknowledge them.

  The two Sparrows simply walked up to her and tailed behind her, knowing from her tired expression that she'd prefer both of them to be quiet for the day.

  Yaufin stared at the sidewalk, and in the distance, she could spot her apartment. Next to it was a restaurant under construction.

  Yaufin groaned inwardly, everything and now this...?

  The sounds of hammers pounding nails, jackhammers making noise, shouting from the construction workers, and everything else. Was life not hard enough?

  Yaufin clumsily took her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door, wincing as she heard the faint noises of the construction. The sound of the saw was particurly annoying to her, she hated how it sounded.

  Unfortunately for her, the saw those construction workers used were obnoxiously loud. It sounded like an entire construction was being operated within the apartment, then she'd realized.

  This noise wasn't just going to drive her crazy, it could also distract her from doing work and paying attention to potential dangers. Yaufin grimaced.

  She turned to the two Sparrows, "Keep an eye out, this apartment has two doors. The one leading to the fire exit, and the main door. I have a spare mattress, but one of you needs to sleep on the couch."

  Baley turned his head to Finell and sighed, "I'll sleep on the couch."

  "Alright, I'll be on the bed", Finell replied.

  Yaufin furrowed her eyebrows, "You mean the mattress?"

  "The bed", Finell replied back with a smile of her own.

  Yaufin was about to speak up, but she saw something in Finell's eyes. An unyielding will.

  Baley put his hand on the Parrot's shoulder, "Finell can only sleep in a bed, she needs her beauty sleep."

  Yaufin took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, she looked once more at Finell and that unyielding fire in her eyes remained.

  "A-Aright, I'll be on the mattress", Yaufin replied, defeated by the Sparrow with an iron will.

  ***

  Yaufin heard her phone ring, sighing in irritation once more. She had finally taken a bath after letting the two sparrows use the bathroom first and was about to finally rex but now another thing pops up.

  It was from the Aviary, a Pigeon.

  "Parrot B23, why did you not deploy the Sage today?", the Pigeon half-yelled from the phone.

  Yaufin closed her eyes and grit her teeth.

  "It... Did not seem necessary, Pigeon", Yaufin replied trying not to let her irritation show.

  "You say that, but I recall on the Sparrow's daily reports they document your disapproval of the results you've gained today. Sage alone could have spared you bullets, damage on your vehicles and saved the life you'd been so upset about", the Pigeon replied.

  Yaufin clenched her fists, "Pigeon, with all due respect. Sage is your so-called Prototype, I wouldn't know how to control it when it goes haywire and I already don't like the use of Reformed in operations. They are corpses, and they should be id to rest rather than be used again."

  "Sage agreed to work for us, in exchange for its life. They are corpses, yes but that is simply what they're made of. Reformed themselves are capable of independent thought, if you're so unsure then try to communicate with Sage, I'll send the Armored Carrier tomorrow at your doorstep. That's going to be your personal vehicle from now on until you no longer have command of the Sage", the Pigeon promptly ended the call preventing Yaufin from answering back.

  Yaufin sucked in air through her gritted teeth and tried to calm herself down, breath exercises and massaging her forehead. She seemed to calm down for a bit...

  "FUCK!", Yaufin shouted and kicked her desk.

  It was painful.

  Yaufin let out a pained groan, and held her foot. Waves of pain went through her entire foot, wincing as the pain failed to subside.

  "Why the fuck did I do that?! Shit!", Yaufin cursed herself as she tightly held unto her hurting foot.

  She kept this hold for as long as the pain remained, only letting go when the pain seemed to disappear. Yaufin exhaled, resting her hand atop her head, ruffling her hair in frustration.

  Her triangle-shaped birthmark in the area just below her left eye glowed for a short bit, and this small rotund four-limbed bird was materialized into reality. Its small figure dropping unto the desk, making chirps as it quickly stood up to meet with its frustrated owner.

  Yaufin's Ego Birthright, the Golden Zephyr Songbird. As much as luxurious or special it sounds, the little guy itself was not that spectacur.

  Yaufin's Songbird, she named 'Zephyr', is a small round blue bird. Its appearance resembled a general songbird, albeit instead of wings, it instead has avian arms. Simir in shape and appearance to its normal bird legs. It had a bck beak, with drab golden colored scleras with no pupils present. Below its eyes were some sort of small red fps, and above its eyes were red protrusions which seemed simir to an antenna.

  Its lower body seemed regur in terms of a bird's shape with its tail being disproportionately long, with the ends of said tail having a red pigment blending into the blue feathers.

  Its power was as insignificant as its size, it had the power to produce a cold wind from its feathers, a breeze if you will.

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  [colpse]Yaufin sighed, she rested her chin on her left hand and petted Zephyr with his right hand. Its cool feathers comforting Yaufin's warm palm, she cracked a small smile.

  "You've become a problem, you know", Yaufin spoke to the little bird.

  Zephyr merely chirped back.

  "What could they possibly want from you, little guy?", Yaufin muttered while continuing to pet the small avian.

  Zephyr then started to shake its feathers, producing a cool breeze simir to an electronic fan. Yaufin inhaled the cool air, slowly pushing the bird closer to her until her cheek rested on the small bird's head.

  It felt cold, but not too cold. Like the cool side of a pillow, its soft feathers brushing against her skin almost lulling her to sleep with its softness. Yaufin felt her anger subside, as she continued to interact and bond with her birthright.

  "Do they just want a cold fluffy pillow...?", Yaufin muttered half-jokingly.

  Zephyr chirped as it snuggled against Yaufin's cheek, Yaufin chuckled as her little companion started to settle and sit comfortably. Yaufin slowly closed her eyes, sighing for the nth time. Though this was one of relief.

  Slowly, she felt her consciousness slip away. Zephyr slowly faded away as its owner had fallen asleep, the cold air slowly fizzled out.

  ***

  "Alright, we'll talk again tomorrow. Don't roll off the couch like I said!", Finell excimed as she walked up the stairs.

  Finell opened the door to the bedroom and found Yaufin slumped on a desk, asleep with a small amount of drool pooling on the desk. Finell looked shocked at first but tried to keep her ughter, she pulled out her phone and took a picture.

  Yaufin there on the desk, with a content open-mouthed smile in slumber. Her hair still slightly wet, and the top of her shirt mildly damp. Her desk had a lot of unexpectedly endearing things from such a serious person, like pens with paws as caps. Stickers stamped on her desk mp, one of a parrot and a bunch of other weirdly obscure characters from shows. Her phone was simply set at the side of the desk, oriented messily.

  In the background were tons of posters reted to the shows she'd watch, from all types of media. Her apartment's walls were painted dull white, almost grey but not as dark. Some paint scraped off to show the more greyish concrete of the walls, and a supposedly broken wall outlet at the upper edge of the room. Its casing was removed which showed a number of wires wrapped around each other.

  This scene oddly gave Finell a new perspective to Yaufin's character, she was as normal as she was unique while on the job. Her interests, her style, her ziness. Finell chuckled a little, she saved the picture to her phone and promptly put it in her pocket.

  Finell slowly helped the slumbering Yaufin to the mattress, delicately moving her to said mattress and putting her in a comfortable sleeping position. Even her style was so 'homely', she wore a simple shirt and shorts to sleep.

  Meanwhile, Finell was wearing all-blue pajamas. Is that an issue? No! It simply means we've got all kinds of things that makes us ourselves. Anyways, this little Sparrow's gotta get her beauty sleep so no use ruminating about it!

  Finell carefully plopped onto Yaufin's bed as to not disturb the sleeping Parrot, and slowly drifted away to sleep.

  ***

  It was haunting, hazel. Color of hazel, color of brown.

  That was all she saw, scales that squeezed against her flesh.

  An eye of glowing hazel, staring right at her.

  "I'm taking you down with me!", echoed throughout the entire scape.

  This was a dream, a nightmare.

  But, she could not wake herself up.

  It was suffocating, burning. As if she herself was being burnt through electricity.Her pupils darted around everything, looking and looking.

  What met her were those same hazel eyes, bright then going dim then going bright, then going dim. Life fshing before her eyes, not her own but the scaly man's.

  I need to wake up.

  Wake up.

  I don't wanna be here.

  Let me...

  ***

  "Wake up...", Yaufin muttered.

  She was back, back to the real world. Yaufin snapped her eyes open, sweat dripping off of her forehead. Only to meet eyes.

  Hazel eyes, the same hue. The same color.

  "No... No... I'm awake, I'm awake!", Yaufin shouted.

  A toothy grin, saliva dripping from monstrously scked open jaws. Hazel eyes...

  Yaufin's eyes widened as all she saw was darkness, no, a deep red.

  She was inside those jaws, a giant humanoid mouth. Her neck felt teeth, as her head entered those human maws.

  Then...

  ***

  "Huh... Good morning...", Finell muttered, slowly getting up.

  Finell looked down at the mattress, and saw what she expected least.

  Yaufin hugged herself in a fetus position, she wrapped her own hands around her neck. Silently sobbing, her face smeared with snot and tears. She heaved in each breath as if she were choking, her entire body shook as she tried her hardest cause as little noise as possible.

  Finell immediately jumped off the bed and hugged Yaufin, which the terrified parrot barely acknowledged. She was still sobbing, crying and panicking for an unknown reason. Finell hugged Yaufin even harder, attempting to calm her down.

  Then, Yaufin's Ego birthmark glowed. And the songbird materialized into existence, at which point it immediately snuggled against Yaufin's chest attempting to cool her body.

  ***

  The Parrot stood there, her right hand holding the hand of a Sparrow tightly. Whilst another Sparrow stood behind the two of them, all three of them remained at the entrance of her apartment. The sounds of construction once more started, as the new day had begun. The sound of jackhammers, hammers pounding and the saw sawing into wood.

  The Parrot's eyes looked tired, reddened. There they waited, as they were ordered to. The sound of a heavy vehicle, weighty. It had arrived, the sounds of construction stopped for a bit. It seemed the construction workers had been curious to the heavy vibrations caused by the heavy vehicle, however, the person sawing seemed to have taken no interest and only the sound of their sawing contrasted with the heavy hums of the vehicle.

  Then, there it was.

  The Armored Carrier, holding the so-called prototype.

  The Sage, the Reformed 'working' for the Aviary. The carrier had no windows, only the giant car ramp that also acted as the door to the carrier's main storage. The Armored Carrier's driver quietly left the vehicle, and walked towards the Parrot.

  The driver stood silent, they were a Cassowary. With the gigantic armor they had, it was hard to determine their emotion. But, they didn't seem to act as 'harsh' as when Cassowaries are usually seen, probably because this task wasn't that dangerous.

  The driver stood before the Parrot, holding their hand out. The Parrot promptly opened her left hand and raised it just below the driver's closed hand, the driver opened their hand and the keys to the armored carrier fell into the Parrot's hand. The driver nodded and turned around.

  The calves and back thigh components of the driver's armor slowly spread out, and light emitted from the exposed parts. Then, the driver stepped their foot forward, the light fshed and the driver began to run at an inhuman pace. The speed being enough to match a normal car's speed. The driver left just like that.

  The Parrot took another deep breath, fixing her helmet. She held unto Finell's hand for a bit longer and squeezed her hand, then let go. She had a job to do, whether she was ready or not.

  She had to put 'that' behind her for now.

  The sounds of construction started again, the construction workers got back to their jobs.

  She walked up to the armored carrier and opened the storage, her eyes widened as she witnessed the so-called Sage. The Sage slowly moved to reveal herself to the world, she looked alien. Even for a reformed.

  She wasn't as rge as they were rumored to be, but she held an imposing essence. The Parrot was told that the Sage was modified, with cybernetics to allow her better combat ability, but it also acts as the Sage's personal cage in case she betrays the Aviary. But, what the fuck is this?!

  The Sage slowly hovered out of the armored carrier, its shape was akin to that of a diamond. At the middle area, there is what the Parrot assumed to be the Reformed herself, the box shape with a giant purple eye and the silver diamond birthmark next to it, and two tall pyramid-shaped shapes melded into the square Reformed's flesh. The upper part of the Sage was the pyramid-shape with three oval rectangle-shaped indents, with meshes on the inside of said indents, simir to that of a speaker. Then, at the lower part of the Sage is the same pyramid shape with a glowing blue section at the very end of said shape. This section itself seems to be emanating some sort of circur ring of energy, the energy itself seems to be the catalyst for the Sage being able to hover.

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  [colpse]The Parrot was surprised to the point that she was more curious than disgusted or grossed out, this... Sage, didn't even have the resembnce of a human anymore.

  The Sage looked around, her singur eye observing the surroundings. Oddly enough, she only stared at the environment, not bothering to look at the humans before her. Her eye then focused on the apartment, the pupil observing the building's attributes and shapes.

  The Sage slowly hovered towards the apartment, and the three indentations on her upper section vibrated, "Greetings."

  The Sage stared at the building, her eye darted around peering at every corner of the apartment. After awhile of silence save for the mild distant noises of the construction site, the Sage simply turned around and faced the Parrot.

  "Greetings", the Sage greeted.

  The Parrot's eyes widened, her eyes filled with emotions of horror and dread. Her breathing turned ragged, Finell was the first to notice the Parrot and quickly ran to her. Holding the Parrot's hand attempting to calm her down again, Baley followed behind as well. Standing beside the Parrot.

  "What's wrong?" Baley asked, he gred at the Sage assuming she was the one responsible for Parrot's panic.

  "Do you hear the saw...?" The Parrot asked, her eyes looking towards the ground.

  "The saw...? No... Why?" Baley asked again, now staring at the Parrot.

  "I thought the saw was just so loud that it reached the apartment but... The saw isn't loud, it's just close..." The Parrot spoke, she took her hand out of Finell's hold.

  The Sage's singur eye narrowed, and she slowly turned around. Her eyes peered towards the apartment building again, Finell's eyes widened. She'd realized now, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

  "Something's inside the apartment...", Finell said.

  Then...

  Those Hazel Eyes...

  Those teeth, those jaws...

  The Parrot felt around the base of her neck and pressed against the flesh.

  It hurt.

  It felt sore.

  As if something had been nibbling on her neck, teeth.

  End of 5: Hickeys.