Corrupt Conductor

Independent RP Blog for the Music Meister. 18+ rp partners only, please. Prompts welcome, but please read my rules. Following from sovereign-of-succ.

[mxsicalmaestro]

“I sing a song that the world wants to hear.”

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[mxsicalmaestro]

"in my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. hope you have some space in your bedroom" - Kitty

The white screen on Meister's glasses displayed floating red and pink hearts that seemed to match the blush on his cheeks. "Kitty! That's so sweet of you. I'll cherish it always. But first," he produced a book from behind his back, "I have something for you, as well."

It was a first-edition copy of the first book in the Nancy Drew series, The Secret of the Old Clock. He had purchased it for Kitty at an auction months before, and even though the book was a valuable collector's item and over ninety years old, it could still be read.

[hmnbd]

― valentine's day prompts ♡

as per my usual little seasonal celebrations, below you have 22 valentine's day inspired dialogue prompts for all your romance and fluff needs. feel free to use them as inspiration or send them to your mutuals' inbox, and you can also edit them to better fit what you're doing. happy writing!

"can't believe you really got me all of this, you didn't need to!"

"I knew these were your favorite flowers, so I had to get them for you"

"I don't need anything material, I just want a whole day to have you by my side and celebrate our love"

"that handwritten note was so beautiful, you always know how to touch my heart"

"surprise! we've been needing some alone time lately, today's the perfect occasion so let's go do something fun"

"I really can't think of anything more romantic than officially dating my favorite person on this day"

"love these chocolates, but no one on earth managed to invent something as sweet as you!"

"I haven't gotten a valentine's card since elementary school, but wow, this was my first real one"

"the cupid had no idea what he was doing when he made us cross paths but it worked out just fine!"

"I love you so much for this but I am not cleaning up all these scattered petals later"

"is proposing on this day a bit too cheesy? look at the ring I got them, though"

"it's my first time having someone to celebrate valentine's day with. that makes it extra special!"

"I'm running out of creative ways to surprise you, so this year it'll be just kisses and cuddles, if you don't mind"

"in my defense, they didn't have a smaller teddy bear in stock. hope you have some space in your bedroom"

"I promise it's a nice thing. just close your eyes and don't cheat!"

"it's so nice being able to call you my valentine"

"valentine's cards aren't outdated, right? it's something everywould would like to receive, right?"

"this candy is awesome for taking photos but it leaves a really sour taste in your mouth. the things I do to get sweet memories with you"

"good morning! do you know what day it is today? no? well, guess you're in for a surprise, then"

"yes. yes, I'll be your valentine!"

"have the people who make these cheesy movies seen how real people spend valentine's day?"

"if we're gonna pretend to be a couple, you need to let me get you a bouquet at least. it's february 14th!"

[ctwman]

"What are you working on?"

@mxsicalmaestro

–––    ♛    “it’s  a  top  secret  project  that  i  like  to  call  none  of  your  fucking business.” 

[mxsicalmaestro]

Music Meister chuckled at the woman’s discourteous response. “Goodness me,” he said with a smug little grin, “what did I do to earn such contempt?” He was much more used to this kind of banter from Gotham’s insufferable do-gooders, although their retorts were often less vulgar.

“I’m not sure exactly what it is you’re doing, but perhaps, if you let me in on it, we can collaborate? With your unparalleled skills in thievery and my hypnotic abilities, we could make quite a power couple.” Meister’s face turned a little red when he realized what he’d just said. “I mean, not like...in that sense...like, professionally speaking, of course.” He could feel some of his confidence deflating now, and in the presence of one of Gotham’s most well-known criminals, no less.

[mxsicalmaestro]

Music Meister’s eyes widened behind his custom glasses. He almost asked the man if he was sure, even though it was obvious that Meister had his full attention.

“W-well, I have this idea, and it’s a little nebulous right now. But in my debut with the chiropteran crusader, I was almost successful in broadcasting my psychic powers all over the world, using some tech that I was able to upload into a satellite receiver.” He scratched the back of his neck, feeling the embarrassment of that defeat at the hands of the Bat and bird (no, not that bird, the cute blonde in all black with amazing lung capacity) all over again. He began to pace.

“I need something just as effective, but more discrete. Less conspicuous. Radio signals can only travel so far, and taking over a single city or county is too modest of a start for me. I need to go big if I’m going to defeat that spandex-wearing rat with wings. And with your brilliant mind, I’m sure we can think of something.” 

Then he stopped mid-stride with a cheeky little grin. “And I’d be willing to pay top dollar, too. This project is much to clandestine for my usual suppliers.”

[cxpescxwlsandcrxmes-archive-dea]

"I might know something that could work, but it would lean more into magi than mechanics.. If that's something you're comfortable dabbling in." Edgar was a master of many things. Technology, Psychiatry, but one that many forgot was the occult. He'd held in his hands artifats that could alter the lens of reality, used psychic amplifiers to overwhelm the greatest minds. This? Was gonna be cake.

[mxsicalmaestro]

The Meister nodded eagerly. “Yes! I mean, I don’t know all that much about the mystical arts, but I trust you know what you’re doing in that regard.”

The prospect of a novel avenue by which to extend his own power and influence greatly excited him. Technology may not have been Meister’s wheelhouse, but perhaps magic would be different. He was willing to do just about anything to remain one step ahead of the Bat--and any of Gotham’s goody-two-shoes, for that matter.

“And I’d be more than happy to learn a thing or two.”

[mxsicalmaestro]

“Oh, you’re too kind.” Music Meister replied with a cheeky grin, feeling a little more like his old self, even if he didn’t exactly look the part. “That sounds like quite an intense experience for a child to have to endure. I hope everything turned out okay in the end.” Meister wondered if that encounter made Echoline want to become a criminal herself, but he wasn’t sure if he was on friendly enough terms to ask a personal question like that. At least, not yet.

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[riddleskitten-archived-deactiva]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. “𝐎𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐬’ 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞.” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐬. “𝐎𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐯.” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐠. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐯 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰. “𝐈𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬.”

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[mxsicalmaestro]

Music Meister happily nodded when Echoline said that he could eat at the couch. Even eating at a proper dining table seemed like a luxury after either eating alone in his cell or in a disgusting mess hall, sharing the dinner table with other fellow “patients” at the asylum. But eating on a couch? Well, that was going to be heaven. He ladled out a portion of the impromptu noodle soup for himself and joined his housemate on the couch. 

“I’m not picky myself,” he said before slurping his meal a little louder than he had intended, “ah, sorry about the noise.” He turned his attention to the television set, which displayed a celebrity chef in a large, impossibly immaculate kitchen. 

“I actually like cooking and baking shows. They, well, they helped me learn how to make food when I was a kid, so I owe a lot of television chefs my thanks.” He paused, recalling some of those fonder memories of his childhood. “But I’m fine with anything so long as it’s not too scary or too loud. Although, maybe we could find a movie to watch? It’s been so long since I’ve seen one of those.”

[the-blackened-dove-archived-dea]

@mxsicalmaestro​ 

“To the water Father Finlee walks- Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock ‘Round his ankles, every step he takes, Heaven’s angels tremble in his wake…”

The sound of piano and the sweet medly of an alto mingled tenderly in the Gotham night air. Bouncing, boistrous through the darkened skies. The Narrows were alive, in a way rarely seen by the rest of the city.  This small little corner where the broken were left behind.

Dancing and revelry painted the walls as she, her voice like a bell, moved among her men and her friends. The rhythm of their feet on the ground, every step shaking in air.

[mxsicalmaestro]

@the-blackened-dove

Music Meister tapped his foot impatiently on the worn concrete as he waited for his confidant. Meister was intensely focused on learning more about (and possibly infiltrating) the legendary Court of Owls. To many, the Court was nothing more than an urban legend; a fictitious cabal on which people placed their social and economic insecurities, and their growing fears of surveillance in an age of rapidly developing technology. 

But Meister was convinced that the organization was real, and the person that he was meeting claimed to know far more about them than she could discuss in a public meeting place. She was unfashionably late, but he continued to wait on a sad little section of sidewalk, just out of sight of one of the few streetlights around, gently prodding a dandelion that had grown through a crack in the pavement with the toe of his shoe. 

Even though the air was still and calm, Meister knew better than to let his guard down. He listened to his surroundings intently as he continued to stand there. Then, he heard it. The faint sound of music lingered in the night, wafting on subtle airwaves. The piano music was soothing, and the accompanying voice was beautifully haunting. 

He felt an almost primal urge to follow the sound. And, against his better judgment, he did. His hands clutched tightly to his staff, which was disguised as a walking cane, as he followed the winding, dilapidated streets and alleyways. He was so close now. The sound grew louder and louder. He must have been a block or two away from the music’s source.

[mxsicalmaestro]

How do rpers do that thing where the font is smaller?

[prismaticmonster]

Next one up in my redraw of the BTMAS is literally one of my favorite DC characters of all time. Mr. Freeze. Love the doc so much he needed a full page.

[mxsicalmaestro]

“Oh,” Meister said, somewhat crestfallen. Though he had great technical skill when it came to working with fabrics and textiles, he lacked the technological abilities needed to create most of his own gadgets (he secretly contracted one of LexCorp’s tech companies to make most of his equipment for him).

“Could you maybe...re-install it? Or replace it?” He was really grasping at straws, but his desire to be helpful outweighed his fear that he would sound like an idiot to a man who would have absolutely no problem pointing that out.

“Or, if you really need the money, maybe I could give you a new job to work on instead.” 

[cxpescxwlsandcrxmes-archive-dea]

He sat down the soldering iron, eyes meeting Meister with curiosity. He wasn't a moron. Meister was clever, intelligent, and had some rather peculiar tastes. He went toe to toe with the Bat, not just anyone could get away with that. He might not have been a technical genius, or a master mage- but he was a threat. And a threat you made friends with, was an ally in all but name. Working with him could benefit the psychic. Business connections, similar powersets- it was too perfect to dismiss.

"If you have an idea, I'm listening."

[mxsicalmaestro]

Music Meister’s eyes widened behind his custom glasses. He almost asked the man if he was sure, even though it was obvious that Meister had his full attention.

“W-well, I have this idea, and it’s a little nebulous right now. But in my debut with the chiropteran crusader, I was almost successful in broadcasting my psychic powers all over the world, using some tech that I was able to upload into a satellite receiver.” He scratched the back of his neck, feeling the embarrassment of that defeat at the hands of the Bat and bird (no, not that bird, the cute blonde in all black with amazing lung capacity) all over again. He began to pace.

“I need something just as effective, but more discrete. Less conspicuous. Radio signals can only travel so far, and taking over a single city or county is too modest of a start for me. I need to go big if I’m going to defeat that spandex-wearing rat with wings. And with your brilliant mind, I’m sure we can think of something.” 

Then he stopped mid-stride with a cheeky little grin. “And I’d be willing to pay top dollar, too. This project is much too clandestine for my usual suppliers.”

[mxsicalmaestro]

“Oh, there’s more than enough here to make a meal from.” Music Meister replied. During his childhood, he had to learn how to cook relatively young. His parents weren’t exactly the child-rearing type, but, in retrospect, he assumed that they kept him to prop themselves up as successful in their work lives and their home lives. Of course, they were lacking in the latter. 

While they were out working on sets or making connections in the entertainment industry, little Meister was left home alone to make dinner out of whatever he could find, and he got pretty good at it once he learned the basics of cooking from television shows.

Now that the water was boiling, he added a bouillon cube to the pot. As soon as the broth was ready, he would throw in the ramen on top of that. The veggies were cooked, so he turned off the gas and placed a lid over the pan to keep them warm.

“Glad to be in the company of a fellow tea connoisseur,” he said as he perused her collection. He settled on ginseng. Then he grabbed a mug and prepared his tea. “I’ve heard that Mad Hatter is also a big fan of tea, but…well, I’m not sure if I’d want to be a guest at one of his ‘tea parties.’” He returned to the pot to check on the broth. “Although,” he added, rubbing his scraggly beard in thought, “it would certainly be interesting to see who’s the better hypnotist. Who would you place your bets on?” He turned to Echoline, pointing a wooden spoon at her. “And you can be honest, you won’t hurt my feelings.”

[riddleskitten-archived-deactiva]

“𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞'𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚, 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚. “𝐎𝐡 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝.” 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭. “𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.”

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭….? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. “𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬…𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?” 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. “𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞.”

[mxsicalmaestro]

“Oh, you’re too kind.” Music Meister replied with a cheeky grin, feeling a little more like his old self, even if he didn’t exactly look the part. “That sounds like quite an intense experience for a child to have to endure. I hope everything turned out okay in the end.” Meister wondered if that encounter made Echoline want to become a criminal herself, but he wasn’t sure if he was on friendly enough terms to ask a personal question like that. At least, not yet.

Even if he was a better hypnotist than Jervis--at least, in the eyes of his companion--the Meister had his limits. He had no qualms about putting adults in harm’s way while they were under his influence--especially so-called heroes and vigilantes, and hell, even other villains he wasn’t fond of or didn’t care for--but roping children into one’s schemes, with the threat of real, intentional harm and not just pretense for leverage, seemed excessive to him. He hoped that Hatter was only joking at the time, but he really didn’t know enough about the one-brilliant neuroscientist and Lewis Carroll fanatic to be sure.

While his tea was still brewing in the steaming mug, Meister went back to the stove to check on the broth. The cube was fully dissolved and the liquid close enough to boiling that he decided to add the ramen a little prematurely. He was getting too hungry to wait much longer.

[soranatus]

Music Meister 🎵💚

By Jo Cheol-Hong (Mi-Gyeung)

[mxsicalmaestro]

Music Meister nodded. “Okay, I’ll see what I can find and whip something up for the both of us.” He still felt that he should pay Echoline back in some way, so making a hot meal was the least he could do.

Meister jumped a little when she patted his shoulder. It had been a while since he’d had physical contact, let alone of a friendly sort. But he quickly relaxed as he watched her ascend the staircase. Then he scoured the fridge, the freezer, and the pantry for ingredients. Among the various food items he found, there were canned corn and beans, bouillon cubes, ramen noodles, and some frozen mixed vegetables. Okay, he thought to himself, I can work with this. 

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[riddleskitten-archived-deactiva]

“𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧.” 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐥. “𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝; 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 & 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐬. 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤. “𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.”

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[mxsicalmaestro]

“Oh, there’s more than enough here to make a meal from.” Music Meister replied. During his childhood, he had to learn how to cook relatively young. His parents weren’t exactly the child-rearing type, but, in retrospect, he assumed that they kept him to prop themselves up as successful in their work lives and their home lives. Of course, they were lacking in the latter. 

While they were out working on sets or making connections in the entertainment industry, little Meister was left home alone to make dinner out of whatever he could find, and he got pretty good at it once he learned the basics of cooking from television shows.

Now that the water was boiling, he added a bouillon cube to the pot. As soon as the broth was ready, he would throw in the ramen on top of that. The veggies were cooked, so he turned off the gas and placed a lid over the pan to keep them warm.

“Glad to be in the company of a fellow tea connoisseur,” he said as he perused her collection. He settled on ginseng. Then he grabbed a mug and prepared his tea. “I’ve heard that Mad Hatter is also a big fan of tea, but...well, I’m not sure if I’d want to be a guest at one of his ‘tea parties.’” He returned to the pot to check on the broth. “Although,” he added, rubbing his scraggly beard in thought, “it would certainly be interesting to see who’s the better hypnotist. Who would you place your bets on?” He turned to Echoline, pointing a wooden spoon at her. “And you can be honest, you won’t hurt my feelings.”

[worri-wort]

Happy Christmas Eve everyone!!! A little wip of Music Meister and Black Canary as a treat

I honestly want to play around with some Music Meister headcanons when I have some spare time. He feels like a blank slate which is pretty fun and he's just another pathetic weirdo to add to my blorbo roster

[mxsicalmaestro]

🃏

Squatting in an abandoned theater makes Music Meister feel like a certain specter from the Broadway stage, who he based a decent chunk of his roguish identity off of (I think we all know the one). Sometimes, the feeling is almost literal. Walking around such an unloved place with no one else around can sometimes make him feel like a ghostly shell of himself. Like all his vivaciousness is sucked dry by the theater itself, as if it were an entity consuming his zest for life to relive its glory days.

[mxsicalmaestro]

🕸 - Scent associated with or general smell of the place.

There’s a mustiness that hangs in the air of an abandoned theater on a run-down side of town. It used to be a frequent locale for Gotham’s elite, way back when, but now, only skeletons of its previous grandeur remain. Music Meister has tried to keep the damp, smothering scent out of the areas of the building that he inhabits--the only areas that are structurally sound--with scented candles, oils, and incense. It’s only a temporary respite from the near-constant reminder of decay and dilapidation. 

[mxsicalmaestro]

Villainous Lair/Heroic Hideout RP or Writing Ask Meme

Describe one aspect of your character's evil lair or heroic headquarters as it corresponds to the emoji on this list.

🏛-Location/Setting

🕸-Scent associated with or general smell of the place

📏-The size of the place

🖥-The technological capabilities of the place

🛋-The comfort level of the place, for long days and nights or even for living in

🌐-How long your character's been using the location

🔨-How much work your character has put into making it their own

👥-How many people there are on average

💡-Why your character decided to use this place

🔦-How hard it is to access

🃏-Wildcard, you decide what you want to say about it