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[SABLE]

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Everywhere Sable looked, she saw people. Humans who stared at her, as if she were a beast locked inside its cage at a zoo. Taking strands of her hair, she paused, halting her walk, and twirled her hair. 'So what if I was born with pink hair and eyes?' the hybrid thought, starting to doubt her image, 'and so what if I wear a school uniform? Its not against the law for me to want to feel a little bit normal...' Sable shifted her weight nervously, from the left to right foot, then someone ran into her. "S-sorry!" she apologized, dipping her head slightly from embarrassment. 'Sheesh... If my men saw me right now, I would be forever humiliated...' Sable scolded herself inwardly, then groaned. "Why can't I be like a normal Eraser?" She grumbled, continuing her walk to the park.

Once her feet were on the grass, Sable breathed out a sigh of relief. She had never liked the concrete jungle of New York, to many humans and to little nature, but here, at the Park, there was actual grass and trees and water. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, feeling completely at home with the weight of her guitar on her back, the smell of grass and trees around her, and the sound of birds and squirrels going through their daily business. Sighing, she actually felt at peace with herself. Opening her eyes, Sable began to walk to her usual spot, calmly and with purpose. Then, after a few minutes, she reached her place. It was a fountain, right in the middle of the green, lush park, simple and elegant, the water pouring from it sparkles beautifully in the sunlight. Sitting down on the white, smooth edge of the fountain, Sable pulls off of her guitar case from her back and opens it in-front of her, pulling the classic guitar in a single, fluid, smooth motion. Quickly, she scanned the area, seeing only a few people around, who were minding their own business. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, raised her hand and pick, then struck the cords.

♪The day that ended while searching for where I could wipe out my frustrations
♪The sky shown gray and I couldn’t see anything ahead
♪Those who ignore common sense laugh; What lies will they tell next?
♪What will be gained from hanging that up proudly?
♪But I have to keep moving forward
♪So I’ll keep singing like this

Sable's heart ached as the lyrics poured out of her mouth, her voice able to pound on anyone's soul. Fingers gently stringing the guitar, the sound vibrated through the air, crying out with an untold sadness. Breathing in once more, she started again.

♪You’re crying for sure; You’re lonely for sure
♪You’re right; You’re just being human
♪That’s what the tears I shed say
♪This is beautiful too; It’s not a lie; Thank you for our true selves

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head towards the sky, feeling the warmth on her face. 'This is peace...' her mind told her self, Sable smiled, fingers instinctively playing the cords expertly as her voice sounded like heaven in your ears.

♪Having dreams you want to come true and dreams you can’t reach
♪That itself becomes the dream, becomes the hope for people to go on living
♪There’s a door; I’m waiting there
♪So I’ll hold out my hand

Opening her eyes, Sable smiled. Looking down at her guitar as it shone in the sunlight, focusing on the notes and her fingers. The final verse to the short song was upon her. Time to give the air a show to remember.

♪For you who feels crushed, here’s the strength and confidence for you to be able to fight again and my song
♪That’s what the tears I shed say
♪Like this too we met in a dirty and ugly world; Thank you for this miracle

Ending the lyrics to the song, Sable's melodic, soul splitting voice softened to an end. Now, with all her attention on her fingers, she gently stroked the cords with her pick, at one with the music. After the utterly heart-shattering solo was done with, she strummed one last time, barely touching the guitar cords. The music faded into nothing.

After a few moments, Sable blinked, finally registering the outside world. There were people surrounding her, a large group, and they were shouting for encores and applauding like crazy. Smiling widely, the hybrid was never so praised before. It felt extraordinarily good. But as soon as it started, it ended. A few people walked up to her and dropped money in her open guitar case, but most just walked away, whispering about how wonderfully she preformed, but critisizing the way she looked. Sable's heart dropped once more. "Humans are all the same..." She murmured under her breath, eyes darkening. The shadows twitched under her gaze restlessly.

[DAKOTA]

Dakota landed in the park, covered by think foliage, a soccer ball in
her hand. She had come simply for a bit of spying, but the ball was
her... Cover, she guessed you would call it. She had heard that
somebody, an Eraser she presumed, would sometimes come to this
vicinity. She walked out into the clearing near the fountain and saw
a girl with bright pink hair, but that was after she bumped into her.
She waved the girl away as she apologized, moving into the park,
before she realized who she had just bumped into. Pink eyes... No,
that couldn't have been her, could it? She didn't seem like an Eraser.

Dakota slowly started moving more and more towards the fountain,
where the girl had stopped and was playing some music. If she had
a cell phone, she would have called Jetta and told her to get down
here as soon as she could. As it was, she had already told her
companion she would be in the park, and to meet her here. The girl
finished playing her song and the small gathering cheered. Jetta
would have to show up soon, least the Eraser notice her and decide
to attack her. She could sense from the emotions she wasn't in a
violent mood right now, but that could change with the lust of blood.

She kicked the soccer ball into the air, heading it down, then kicking
it back and forth, trying to stay downwind of the Eraser, so she
couldn't catch the scent. She had heard of this one, if it was the same
girl, and she knew she needed to keep in the light. But, with her
luck, the girl shouldn't know what Dakota could do. It would have to
be quick, and if Jetta didn't get here, it would definitely be a good
fight. Dakota didn't doubt herself, but she knew that she couldn't
take on this girl by herself. Fox was one thing, but she had lost the
first time around. Damn it, Jetta. Hurry up!

[JETTA]

Having arrived at the park moments earlier, Jetta scowled in the shadows of the building, very much not pleased with the aching in her sensitive ears. Some were more prone to music, particularly twangy music, but Jetta definitely was not.

As she waited for Dakota, Jetta focused her mind on other things. Whispering under her breath, possibly in another language, Jetta fed a pigeon a piece of bread pinched between her fingers. She was speaking to it in Italian, of course. The silly thing wouldn’t understand a word she said but it amused Jetta. Italy was pigeons. Pigeons were Italy.

After a few moments, Jetta glanced up with narrowed eyes, noticing a shift in the crowd’s body language. It was not hostile or violent but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either. A sure sign that abnormalities were about. Shifting in the shadows, Jetta finally spotted Dakota. Pleased, she strolled over, looking very much like an older teenager, possible college student, meeting with her friends at a park for a casual smoke or walk.

“What’s up?” Jetta asked with a smile. She had noticed Little Pink, of course. Her body language was strange. One Jetta hadn’t seen often, if ever. It was mesmerizing as well as dangerous. Little Pink was a Black Widow, it seemed. The girl’s abnormalities stuck out among the humans, but occasionally it was difficult for the avian-humans to remember to look for abnormalities, as they had all grown up surrounded by them and were used to seeing them.

Jetta was in a rather good mood. Her more moody and dark aura that had haunted her as of late only a hint around the edges, now. She was in the mood for whatever this would bring. Of course she wanted to talk to Little Pink. Maybe see where this would go. The eraser didn’t exactly seem to be in a murderous blood-lust rage. Although, Jetta knew, that could change in a blink of an eye.

[SABLE]

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It bugged her when the first one showed up, she could smell the human-avian girl. If her noes did not deceive her, even though Sable just noticed it after her performance, she must have bumped into her earlier. Suddenly, a thought accured to her, a rage of irritation blazed through her for a second. "Man... it was the person I rammed into earlier..." Giving herself a face-palm, Sable graoned. If her men saw her now, being this weak and oblivious... sighing, disappointment in her eyes, the hybrid looked around. Good thing no other Erasers were around, because she really did not want to fight. At all. Not really in the mood, she guessed. After putting on a little mini-concert, even though she did it just for herself, the crowd made her oddly sober. Being praised and then torn down directly afterwards will do that to a person. She is hardly ever really praised for anything she enjoys, like singing for example. Sable is always congratulated on another kill or capture, returning the experiment to their respected school head still attached or sliced right off whether the school wanted them alive or not. Sighing, she rubbed her guitar sadly, stroking its fine wooden features. "Why me..." She muttered to herself.

Once every single human had cleared, there were the, now two, female experiments standing there. Guitar in its case, closed and leaning against the fountains smooth edge, Sable sat on the ground and leaned against the fountain, right next to the black case. "Well... Im guessing the clear waters didn't bring you here, what do you want?" Sable called out to the two girls, who looked in their late teens, early twenties at most. Boredom rang out of her aura, twinged with suspicion. The hybrid may not want to fight right now, but that would not stop her from letting her guard down.

[DAKOTA]

Dakota gave a nod as Jetta approached her. She asked what was
up. She could tell that her friend had gotten in a better mood. She
nodded towards the Eraser, though she had a feeling by the feelings
of what she was picking up from her friend, she had already noticed
the pink-haired Eraser. "Not much, mi amiga," she replied, watching
Eraser as she packed away her guitar and such. Then, suddenly, she
addressed them. Dakota looked at Jetta, then back towards the
Eraser. "Same thing that brings you here," Dakota replied back
simply, giving a smirk. She didn't know quite what she could say
otherwise to the Eraser. Right now, right here, would not be a good
time nor place to start a fight against the girl.

The girl didn't seem to want a fight either, it seemed, but Dakota had
been itching for a battle. If anything, she was sure that Jetta would
want a good fight as well. But would a single Eraser really be a good
fight against Dakota and Jetta together? They had never fought
together, but it would be as epic, she assumed, as them fighting
against each other. Jetta had some sort of power that allowed her
understand a lot about things that Dakota couldn't. But they could
work together without words. It would be something amazing to
see. Would the Eraser even stand half a chance? Well, if anything,
she had heard a lot about the girl's powers. She didn't know how
they would work against both of them at the same time.

[SABLE]

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Sable blinked a few times, not expecting that response. At all. She supposed that the teenager would say something like, 'What are you doing here?' or ,'None of your buisness!' Something like that. Confusion went over her for the briefest of moments, then she became calm, cool and collected once more. During that fraction of a second, where the bird-kid caught her off guard, the Hybrid wondered, 'So they came here to blow off some steam by singing to?' Once she was back to herself, Sable chuckled. "How ridiculous..." she murmured to herself, shaking her head. Talking out loud to her own thoughts, not responding to the Free teenagers in front of her. By the tone of the obviously younger and far less wise experiment's voice, she was expecting to fight. Sighing, disappointment rang down over her. "Im guessing we are not here for the same reasons, but since we met I guess we have no choice..." She grumbled, standing up slowly and stretching her arms out. Groaning, she realized how stiff she was from sitting down for so long. "I gotta walk more..." the Hybrid muttered to no one in particular, probably just to herself, either that or thinking out loud. Maybe all three, but who knows. Putting her hands on the back of her head, she strained her elbows to the sky, popping her back in an oddly soothing way, then yawned. "I'm not really in the mood for it, but whatever." With a bored expression on her face, her emotions remained as the three C's.

"My name is Sable. Thats it. Just Sable. A dog," the Hybrid grinned at the irony, seeing as she also has feline DNA made it humerous for her, "of the white-coats. Sadly enough. Dont wanna be, but whatever. Without them I die. Plain and simple." The look in her eyes told the pair that she would not say any more on the matter. Taking a closer look at the pair, it was obvious what breed they were. "From the looks of it, the sound of your voice as well, also your appearance, you guys are Aves, right? I know Aves are technically failed bird experiments, but i like to use the term often, for failed and successful bird-kids." Sable looked up to the sky, hands still on her head, just a little more lax. "Part human, part bird. Able to reach the clouds in the skies above." Shaking her head, she lowered your hands. "You are lucky. You can just fly away." With a cold glare in her eyes, sprinkled with a merciful warmth, the counteractive combination made her pink eyes swirl with ice and heat. "I bet you cant guess what I am..." She paused for a few moments. Before they could guess or answer, she shook her head and chuckled. "Im the first of my kind. Not a lupus or felis, definitely not an aves." Chuckling to herself, she stood up straighter and her shadow thickened and blackened slightly, the darkness around her responding to her sudden courage. "Im 90% human, 5% wolf and 5% panther." As Sable said those words, she closed her eyes slowly, feeling a familiar tingle, painful in that weirdly good way, around her eyeballs, ears and lower back. Opening them back up, her pupils had dilated into the skinny, vertical football shape that came with all feline eyes, and a swooshing sound filled the air behind her. A black tail had sprouted, strong, thin and nimble. Her ears had pointed slightly, which came from the wolf DNA, and a thin coat of fluff traced them. Twitching her noes, one second there was nothing on her face besides pale, soft skin. The next, faster than a blink of an eye, there were whiskers. Her balance, flexibility, sight and hearing increased dramatically, while she showed off her second, minor freakish ability. "You probably think that I am a freak to." A frown traced her lips, sadness in her eyes, but then confidence over-rid the rest of her emotions. "But I don't care. My whole life, I've been chastised from everywhere I go, because of my hair, or my strange DNA. It does not bother me anymore."

Her face scrunched up, in deep thought. "Honestly, I have no idea why I told you that... but I just needed to tell someone. Its been a secret my entire life. No one, besides those who created me, my team and others who have read my top-secret files, which means around 15, 20 at most. And a majority of those are dead." Narrowing her eyes, her pupils doing the same until they were thin slits, Sable looked at them straight on. "I am not in the mood to fight, but it looks like I honestly have no other choice, do I? Before we start, if either of you two want to soar into the sky, away from me, then be my guest," Sable gestured to the vast blue space above her, "I wont stop you. But this is your last chance."