Aaaand the (maybe) nightly report begins...
I thought this wasn't starting until after the weekend, so I'm a little off balance right now...:tongue: This may be a touch short because of that, but hopefully it's still decent.
Cattleya/Dracoy
Somehow, he knew that today was going to be different.
If asked, Dracoy probably couldn't have put exactly why he understood this into words, but he knew all the same, one way or another. And so, when he saw it while following up a lead in a quiet neighborhood, it was almost a relief at first; finally, he knew for sure that something had changed. It took a few more seconds, as the strangeness of the sight itself registered in his mind, before he brought his steps to a skidding halt.
Confused, Dracoy closed his eyes for a moment, as if expecting the world to right itself once he gazed upon it again. And yet, the image remained: where a house once stood, there was only a patch of grass with a lone, giant iris rising from the earth, the tops of its petals just barely beneath the line of rooftops around him.
Pulling off his sunglasses, Dracoy peered closer at the scene before him in bewilderment, searching for a clue. His efforts revealed nothing new, only the blossom and the shadow it cast in the late afternoon sunlight.
What's going on here? Dracoy frowned, warily looking from the flower to the street before him. Then, as a flicker of movement caught his eye again, he whirled back towards the shade, his right hand closing around the handle of his gun. Just as the weapon cleared its holster, a polished steel blade flashed into being before his eyes, and his world disappeared in a wave of red.
A second after Dracoy's body hit the ground with a thump, the blade embedded firmly across his face, the figure of Cattleya appeared underneath the flower, her platinum necklace resting in her open palm. Smiling grimly, she walked over to the corpse and pulled the dagger free, then waved her free hand over the crimson-streaked blade. At this, the weapon began to glow a dull green, and the blood upon it rolled off, dripping softly against the ground. Then, she tossed her necklace up into the air, and, as it settled around her shoulders, Cattleya and the flower vanished, leaving only the faint scent of irises on the wind.
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There may also be a broader story in the works...more on that later.