#Veery Cadenza

[deadgirl-requiem]

Syrin's Muse- Prologue

💧- angst/ F! OC x Rick Flag Part 1/ (?) W.C: 2,600+ Summary: people from her town call her Syrin, she's a performer, and it's at a night like this she meets Flag. The first time she meets Flag it's pure coincidence. However, the next time they meet up it's planned- Waller sets it up for him to bring her in as she is a vigilante/villain.

Verana (Rani/Vera) Sonare [so-nah-ray] Cadenza[codename Syrin] - she can manipulate sound and light (from head to toe and especially her vocals) (not only can she hypnotize you like those of legend but she can emit a blueish/lilac aura and most ppl can smell the scent of lilacs some even taste berries [grapes/blueberries/blackberries) As a Meta, some of her abilities are still a bit of a mystery to many.

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Walking down the street, the stars, street lamps, and passing cars illuminate the area around her and the bounding woman beside her. As they made their way to the bar her lifelong friend had picked out, she couldn't stop smiling. The woman in front of her begged her to travel across the country with her for a little vacation. Now as Sila giddily skipped down the sidewalk, Verana walked calmly behind her taking in the colder weather.

When they reached the bar Sila grabbed Verana by her hand and dragged her inside. The bar, pulsed with drowning music, not too many people out for a Friday night. Verana looked around at the place her friend chose, this time taking her friend's hand and leading her to the bar.

"Excuse me, pardon? Could we get 2 shots tequila and 2 shots vodka, thanks." Verana gave a small smile to the bartender in front of them. As the shots were placed in front of them the ladies looked at each other, each of them taking one in hand and tapping the glasses together before tossing them back. The burning liquor passed down her throat and it gave her a sense of relaxation.

As the night moved on, with a few more drinks in them the pair of them danced together. A group of people around them also dancing but Verana could feel eyes on her as she hummed along to the beat she danced to. As she danced, twirling around, flaring out the end of her skirt as she did so- she met the eyes of a stranger. He was sat in a corner of the bar, a drink in hand. The way he stood she could tell he towered over her.

With the liquid courage still coursing through her, she combed her hair back and smiled at him. Something in the air thickened as she continued humming and the mystery man made his way over to her. Verana danced her back to his front, their hands slightly laced. She hummed continuously as he turned her around, her head meeting just at his chest.

He gently tilted her head back to see her face, his warm brown eyes gazing into her indigo blue ones. As they danced she could feel something around them change. Something was different.

As they danced to the beat, he leaned down and she followed in his lips an inch from her face as his breath fanned hers. It was slow, but felt warm, like drinking whiskey. The song they danced to ended, still up close, sharing the same air when Verana was bumped into the stranger- meeting their lips in a brief kiss.

When they pulled away from each other only eye contact was shared as Sila came back into earshot, "Hey V- we gotta go." She tried her best to whisper into her ear but with the music and people all talking around her it was nearly impossible.

"Some guy was getting handsy, we're only gonna have a few minutes before someone gets suspicious."

Verana watched as the man's eyes wandered across her face to her friends and then through the crowd, she long since stopped humming, the liquid courage no longer dampening her senses. She looked around at the crowd and saw 2 exits from the building. Letting go of the man in front of her she smiled softly at him and leaned up to place a kiss on the creased look forming on his face. Before she settled back to her feet she whispered into his ear almost melodically, "Forget us."

"So V, you hoping you run into that hunk you were dancing on?" Sila asked as the girls dressed in their nightly gear. It had been a day since their night at the bar and the girls were getting ready to go out, but not like before.

"Ya' know Sy' I've told you already this life isn't exactly suited for that shit. And even if I did happen to run into him it's not like he'd remember me." As Verana slipped into her mismatch combat boots, she looked over her the opposite bed as Silas stood up.

"You didnt- You did not fix his memory. V I can't believe you." She gave a quick huff before turning around and tying her own shoe.

"Sy' what'd you want me to do? You had just turned some dude to stone in the back hallway, it would've been a matter of time before he and everyone else in the bar figured it was us."

Verana slipped on her old black leather jacket over the blue top she had on and adjusted the tied belt around her waist, "No- you're right. You did what you had to do- Damn. V, when did you change up your wardrobe?" Sila had turned back around and was taking in Verana's new look. The late-night duo had changed their look before, but all that remained constant this time was the mismatched boots and the jewelry, that of which Verana had been given from her estranged mother.

"Hey- you were just tellin' me how right I am." Verana gleamed.

Sila shook her head and finished getting ready. Strapping their weapons and varying pouches to their bodies their left room through the back exit and headed out.

A few days later Verana and Sila had returned home, back on the opposite coast. They hadn't gone for more than to have somewhat of a vacation. But bad people do bad things everywhere. And the consequences tend to catch up sometimes.

Verana had been at her second job of the day, she was working late- covering a shift for someone who called out. Waitressing had its up's and down's but it helped pay the bills, sort of. As she was going back and forth from the front of the house to the kitchen to read off the orders she felt her phone ring in her pocket- it had to be Sy' no one else calls this late.

She couldn't answer the phone, if she had and her boss happened to see her- she could kiss this job goodbye. She let the call pass and waited till she caught her 15 to call her back. It was an agonizingly slow crawl to get to her break, table after table of customers wanting to get their food as fast as possible.

Grumbling to herself as she went out the back door to the alleyway behind the restaurant. She wrapped her jacket tighter around herself, on nights like these she was glad they didn't have some ridiculous uniform. Verana leaned against the backside of the building and whipped out her phone finding a voicemail from Sila.

"Hey girl- I know *giggle* shhh. Shut up. I know you're at Joey's till 12 *giggle* but you should come meet me at Splash. Pretty Please. I'll love you forever- And there's a guy here that is just your type."

Verana looked up at the starry night sky and chuckled slightly. Might as well get to it. She turned back to head inside when she stalled. Something felt different, she didn't feel as alone as she wanted. Looking about the alleyway she saw nothing but the main road which occasionally lit up with passing headlights.

As her shift ended she waved goodbye to Joey, having changed into a spare change of clothes in the back. She swung by their apartment dropping off her duffle before heading to meet up with Sila. As she arrived at the nightclub there were people pouring out, the bass of the club still emanating from inside.

Entering the club she looked for her spunky friend. She was never too hard to find, usually the pulse of the party. As Verana walked farther into the club she could feel eyes on her, but shook it off- she was in a club and she was highly aware of what many people thought. They don't call you Syrin for nothing...

She shook her head and continued searching the crowd before her eyes landed on the familiar brunette. She was dancing with a familiar group. Making a beeline for them she wrapped her arms around Sila as she started dancing, "Oh my goodness! Look who showed up!"

Verana looked around at the group and waved, placing a peck on her friend's cheek, "Hi sorry- work was killer."

"Girl you came from work? Like that?" One of the group spoke up.

Verana glanced down at what she was wearing- the tied cardigan and jeans, "It's not that bad is it?"

"Bitch you're gonna pop a titty out if you're not careful!"

Verana lowered her head at their crudeness but laughed. Despite their warning the night went off without a hitch- the group dancing with one and another. Some of them attracting partners to dance with and others just wanting to dance alone. But the entire time she felt eyes on her- and not the type she usually felt.

The next night it wasn't a night out, it was Verana performing at one of the clubs she usually sang for on Wednesday nights, dressed probably her best, she waited to be called on stage. The owner of the establishment was a sweet older couple who always let her pick the music, with the exception that every 2nd Wednesday of the month would be an oldies selection.

It wasn't a big stage but the club had a rather classy look to it. So she always dressed her best- and today was no different. With a gown that reached the floor, the slit exposing one leg, her hair was pinned to one side. The tight wavy hair swept to one side, her black and blue locks meeting at her hip. As she walked to the lone standing mic she pressed her red lips together, scanning the seated crowd- she gave a soft wave and smile. The small band also joining her on stage- dressed just as nicely as her.

"Hi everyone- thanks for coming into Melancholy- I'm about to start off slow here, but before I do- don't forget to tip the bartender. He'll make sure you enjoy the show." She winked jokingly at the man behind the bar as he whistled.

The beat started picking up as the band started playing the intro, Verana swayed to the beat, "Found myself walking down your street Why did you never notice me?

Empty picture frames on the wall I see your face I keep my front door unlocked Just in case

Found myself walking down your street Why did you never notice me?" As she sang she felt the air change around her. Her eyes scanned the crowd before landing on the familiar warm eyes. Their eyes stayed connected as she continued singing, "Thought I heard you saying my name (I swear I barely ever sleep) Oh no, what a shame

You're taking up all my time Da-da-da, da-da-da You ghost of mine."

As the song ended and quickly transitioned to the next, her eyes flickered to the bassist behind her and she continued her set.

The next two hours went by like torture as she continued to make occasional contact with his eyes, trying to figure out if he remembered. When it came to the end of her set she stopped the band before they could segue to the next song, "Actually guys- I'm gonna switch it up, I know it's last-minute but I thought we could perform one of our specials." She beamed sweetly and the band obliged.

She cleared her throat, hoping the man- if he remembered, if he was suspicious- could feel what was happening. The band started playing the intro and away she went, "You'll be seein' me in your dreams and I'll be there when your reality drowns."

As she started singing, swaying to the beat, she looked deep into his warm brown eyes. His eyes focused on her as she sang, sang to him, "This could be perfection A venom drippin' in your mouth Singin' like a siren Love me while your wrists are bound."

When his pupils slowly dilated she could see his chest struggle to rise heavily- her hypnosis struggling to take its effect, "That when you hear my voice Darlin' it's a choice not to fall in But it's all an act, 'cause I know exactly what you're wantin'."

Verana sang, her voice sounding as melodic as ever, the crowd too enchanted to notice that her pupils had started glowing a deep blue color, "Boy, I know what you desire Oh, you're such a bad, bad liar I want you and I just can't take it So, listen to me when I say it." Her voice radiated around her through the surrounding speakers, and as it did she could tell that her lilac aura started to bleed into the air around her.

"I'll be there when your reality drowns, " As she sang the last note of the song, her hypnosis still struggling to latch on- she quickly thanked the crowd before heading backstage. Her lilac aura quickly faded as she bolted backstage.

She had noticed more than just the man in the crowd, there were 3 others that stuck out like sore thumbs in the crowd. You can dress as classy as you want, but feds still look like feds. Verana ran to the back room, grabbing her bag and changing her shoes before making her way out the side door. Her phone on her shoulder calling Sila, "Hey, when you get this message hopefully I made it home. There were some weird guys at my show tonight, we might need to lay low for awhile. I'll explain when I get home."

As she ended the call, she closed the door behind her and she heard a click behind her back. Cursing under her breath she slowly turned around.

"Verana Cadenza, would you be so kind as to come with me please."

It was the handsome man again, damn he woke from that fast, let's try this, she thought. Verana put her hands up and opened her mouth, "Put your gun down, close your eyes and count to 100."

His features went from devoid of emotion and strict to amused. Swiftly she bunched up her dressed and in the blink of an eye she swiveled- her heel kicked up and met his cheek with little resistance. As he went down, Verana tore off the train of her dress and strapped her bag over her before she took off. Cutting in and out of alleyways she tried her best to rid herself of the people chasing her. As She made a sharp turn just a few blocks from the club she noticed the man behind her- fuck, what's happening-

She was cut off from her thoughts when a car pulled up in front of her cutting her exit off. She turned right around, seeing him once again right behind her. This time, his gun was raised aiming right for her, however, his eyes betrayed that he felt confused.

From the SUV in the street, blocking her exit, came a voice from the backseat window, "Ms. Cadenza, I suggest you give up and don't think about using your voice. These men have special filters that feed out your voice. Not mention we've already got eyes on your friend, Ms. Pero."

Verana spun around looking at the SUV and there on a tablet screen was a video feed of Sila running through the streets. Verana lowered her head and pressed her lips together along with her hands.

As she glared at the video feed she felt a presence behind her and a pinch in her neck. Slowly everything got fuzzy before her legs gave out and her eyes glazed over as they shut.

The man that stood behind her, that had delivered the heavy tranquilizer caught her in his arms and carried her limp body into the secondary car behind the SUV. He knew she was to be transported to Belle Reve. However, the fogginess in the back of Rick Flag's mind was still there.

"Flag, let's go- we have one more to round up." Waller's voice broke him from his train of thought as he attached the temporary dampening collar for her transport.