@the-maestro-of-villainy-blog / the-maestro-of-villainy-blog.tumblr.com
The Music Meister is polyamorous.
This is canon m'dude
((Have I reblogged this yet bc um?? Yes??? Very canonical.
Also a highkey reminder that he does not cheat on people. He's not that much of a dick. If he's dating 2+ peeps at a time, it's bc it's good, consensual polyamory))
-Who needs society’s rules??
-Free dance lessons, singing lessons, and lessons for every instrument you can present to him
-Free private shows from him
-Your work outfit is sweet
-Work is mostly chill, we really don’t do heists that often
-definitely not a boring lifestyle
-You’re on good terms with some rogues of the city
-Your chances of getting to sleep next to him increase by 48%
-Your chances of seeing him everyday increases by 99.9%
-We’re broke cause we spent everything on outfits, music equipment and the nightclub
-The heroes of Gotham hate us
-One (1) of the henchmen must wake up at 8am to prepare the Music Meister’s special tea and maybe a breakfast, every morning
-If work goes wrong, prepare for Arkham
-You’re on bad terms with some other rogues of the city
-He always gets to use the shower first
-You have to put up with the Music Meister’s emotions, every day
The pros do outweigh the cons
((I dunno man, there are a lot of emotions. You gotta deal w not only using the shower first and taking forever, but his loud singing or crying while in there. He's a pretty big pain. …Also yes he is, unsurprisingly, quite broke.))
It was quite late at night and Salem was in one of her evening flies , though after a while her wings had gotten tired so she landed on a tree branch her bat wings folding a bit .
She was nibbling on an apple she had picked From her perch when she spotted a very strange sight a man in green and purple wandering through the forest all by himself . He looked like he was lost and despite her dislike of strangers she decided she’d help .
When the man got close Salem hung upside down from her tree branch and gave a wave “ mister are you lost ? ”
Meister jumped back and his entire body tensed as a form suddenly appeared before him. He was a tad too startled to hear them properly, but—…were those bat wings?!
He put a head to his forehead and groaned, closing his eyes for a brief moment. That was it, he has spent far too much time in Gotham City. Batman had invaded his mind enough lately, with his stupid cowl and rough fighting. Now he was beginning to hallucinate!
With a shake of his head, he briskly walked around the tree, careful to not look at the ‘hallucination’ hanging down in front of it. “Batman, Batman, it’s always Batman…” he murmured to himself.
Salem frowned softly as the man didn’t acknowledge her that was rather rude but she figured maybe she had startled him a bit too much and he was running away .
The vampire followed behind hi and when she caught up to him she gently tugged on his shirt to get his attention .“ I’m sorry mister I didn’t mean to scare you , you looked very lost and I thought you might need some help , I’m Salem “she gave a small fanged smile .
He jolted again at the sudden tug. “Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it-” he hissed to himself, picking up his pace.
Finally, when he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him, he was forced to turn and face the music, so to speak.
“I-I, ah…” he stuttered, eyebrows scrunching together as he looked the girl up and down, “I—…I suppose I am a tad lost, Miss…who are you?”
The young woman looked a bit odd she had pale purple hair And a set of eerily red eyes and two small fangs poking over her lips . Despite her odd looks she have a friendly smile and spoke in a soft voice “ I’m Salem , I vas going out for a fly vhen I spotted you , I live here ”
“Miss, ah, Miss Salem, would you then perhaps know the way out of here?”
He pursed his lips, suddenly registering what exactly she said, “A…a fly, you said? I’m afraid I don’t understand. Do you…are you a metahuman by any chance? Have superpowers?”
This day was getting stranger by the moment…
Salem gave a small nod “ I know zhe vay like zhe back of my hand I’d be more zhat happy to take you , but it’s getting very dark under you might vant to find a place to stay till morning ”
The woman registered the mans question and shook her head , a small worried frown coming to her face “ I’m Vampire , but please don’t vorry I vont attack you ! ”
“Well,” he mumbled hesitantly, “I…don’t exactly see any inns around here, do you? And I’d hate to force you to harbor me…”
“And you…you're…” he felt a tad lightheaded (’though fortunately not from bloodloss’ his brain was quick to remind him), “a vampire? …Oh…that’s. That's…yes, of course. I’ve seen stranger.”
Salem looked the man over and then gave a smile “ it’s alright if you stay at my home , ve have more rooms zhan you could need ,but if your really intent I’ll show you zhe vay now ”
He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of staying at this stranger’s home in the middle of the woods overnight. He took in the sight of all the trees and brush. The…the dark, looming trees…the low brush that could hide so many things…
Clearing his throat awkwardly, he nodded, “If it’s really no trouble to you, I…would like to take you up on your offer, miss.”
The vampire gave a relieved sigh “ oh zhank gott I’ve lived here for quite sometime undo even I zhink it’s spooky at night .” She gestured for him to follow her “ I know a path zhat leads right to zhe house shouldn’t take more Zhan 10 minutes ”
“Ah, yes, that would definitely be good,” Meister agreed, trailing closely behind Salem.
Stepping on a branch, he let out a small shriek of fright at the snapping noise. Blushing and hoping the noise sounded manlier than it surely was, Meister uncomfortably cleared his throat, stepping over the branch.
“I have to thank you again. It’s very generous to open your home to me, especially as I am a stranger to you.”
Salem jumped a butt when the man shrieked letting out one of her own it seemed that she was just as jumpy as her guest , she resisted the urge to laugh at herself and began walking down the path .
“ it’s no trouble mister ,honestly as I’m sure you can imagine Ve don’t get many visitors so company is always velcome , it gets kinda lonely ”
Still nursing his wounded pride from the noise he let out, he nodded, “I can most certainly imagine not getting lots of visitors.”
He turned to look at her, “…Actually, why do you live in the middle of the woods? I understand you’re a vampire, but…there are certainly stranger people who live in more obvious places.”
Salem hummed “ it’s an easy hunting place ve get zhe occasional campers or hikers , plus it’s really beautiful in zhe daylight ”
After a bit of walking they came to the gates of a very massive and surprisingly on good shape Victorian manor , Salem pushed open the gates and headed into the yard “ here ve are ”
Though he attempted to plaster a gap-toothed smile onto his face, he could still feel himself becoming pale. Please, oh please, someone tell him they didn’t hunt the campers.
Looking up as they arrived at Salem’s home, he gaped, “What a magnificent building! I see you keep your home in good shape!”
Salem gave grin “ I quite like it too but I don’t own it, my brother runs I live vith the later if zhe house , you might meet him today ”
“Oh,” he acknowledged simply, following Salem through the gate, “is…is he a vampire as well?”
Though the location was quite eerie, he was honest in his opinion of the home. It was rather large, a manor, and looked quite fancy. Victorian, if he had to take a guess. While his home was no shack by any means, this was infinitely more beautiful. But again, he couldn’t say he himself would want to live in these woods.
Salem shook her head as she began heading toward the front door “ oh nein he’s a verevolf but don’t vorry he is quite zhe teddy bear ” she explained
‘As if that would make me feel any better!’ he thought with a frown, ‘Though, I suppose I really shouldn’t be making judgements before I meet him…’
“Do you, perhaps, have any other persons of interest living with you?”
Salem hummed to herself as she held the door open for her guest and let him inside “ yes a few other ..creatures of zhe night do live here but all are very friendly , vell Mabye not my brother he’s kind of prickly around new people ”
“’Creatures of the night’, hmm?” he rose an eyebrow, stepping inside the door and looking about, “Definitely sounds interesting.”
“And, well, as long as he has no plans to attack me, I can assure you that your brother and I will get along just fine.”
Once they were inside Salem lead him to a very nice and comfortable looking living room and looked back Him with a kind smile “Make yourself at home , mister …oh I don’t have your name ! ”
He paused. Should…should he give his villain name, perhaps? Or his civilian name? …A fake name?
“…Michel Forte,” he responded carefully. Civilian name, he supposed, would suffice. He went by many different names, anyways. No harm in using one.
He glanced around, still visibly uncomfortable, “Would you so kindly tell me the time? I…can’t quite tell.”
The vampire looked back at the human and chirped “ oh zhats an interesting name and I believe it’s a bit a quarter to ten ” Salem suddenly paused as the sound of soft violin music reached her ears . “ oh ? He’s still practicing? ”
Meister perked up, “Ah, would that be your brother? You didn’t mention he played! He’s not half bad at it.”
Salem laughed “ oh zhats not my brother, Zhats actually zhe master of zhe house playing, Bernard he plays all zhe time undo his violin is practically his baby ”
“Well, I might fancy myself a meeting with this house master. I must say, his playing is phenomenal!”
That was untrue. While the playing was actually quite good, he’d heard better. Nothing “phenomenal”. But he was not about to insult these (dangerous) folk whom had so politely allowed him into their home, no no. He was a gentleman.
Salem took a close a listen and then gestured for the human to follow him “ he sounds like he’s in the den follow me please I’m sure he’s like to meet you ”’
Michel nodded, following behind the other, “Of course, of course.”
“…Say, out of curiosity, does he play any other instruments?”
Salem shook her head “ oh nein, but his brother who loves vith us as vell is very good at zhe piano ”
Oh. Well. Hooray, yet another of the supposed ‘creatures of the night’ he would have to worry about. He just had to remain on his best behavior and cross his fingers. No one wants to wake up in the middle of the night to find any sort of creature hovering above them, waiting to strike.
“Ah, I…I see. I assume you have a piano in your fine home?”
Salem nodded smiling “ 2 , one in his room und the other in the den vhich you are velcome to play if you’d like ”
A smile played on Michel’s lips, “Why I’d love to! Ah, would you be so kind as to lead me to it. I’d hate to wander around your house looking like a burglar in front of your housemates.”
Salem nodded and lead him to what looked like a small study where a very lonely black piano was sitting in the middle “ help yourself please ”
Ah, un piano à queue, and quite a beautiful one at that. A shame to keep it in such a small area. It would look absolutely gorgeous if placed in the right room! And the manor was in no short supply of large, fantastic rooms.
Gently, Michel took a seat on the piano stool and, with a pop of his knuckles, began to play, the sounds of ‘La Campanella’ echoing throughout the room.
Salem Let her guest head settled and as the music began to play she got a very dumb but pleased looking smiling on her face “ oh ~ zhats lovely ”
He grinned, obviously a bit proud of himself, as he continued to play, “Why, thank you, m’lady. …Do you perchance play any instruments yourself? Or sing at all?”
Salem gave an eager smile “ actually I do sing I vas in zhe church choir throughout my time in catholic schools ”
“Oh! Well, do you have any favorite pieces? It’s quite possible I could play along if you wish,” Michel suggested, his fingers gradually slowing down on the keys.
Salem hummed softly I thought before giving a small smile “ zhere is zhis von singing really like , I heard it a few yesterday ago on a movie ”
His eye twitched slightly, but not too bad. He hoped it wasn’t one of those cheesy, jukebox musical-esque movies, too lazy to come up with their own songs. It was cheap, really, and most of the time, just outright bad.
“Do you happen to remember the name of the song?” Michel asked with a tilt of his head, fingers now resting gently on the piano keys.
Salem was quiet for a moment as she thought it over “ I believe it’s called dreams to dream , by linda ronstadt, it’s from one of zhe movies about zhe little mouse it’s my favorite ! ”
He smiled softly and nodded. He’d watched that movie a lot as a child. A wave of nostalgia seemed to crash over him. He really was “growing up,” so to speak.
Moving thoughts of childhood aside, he nodded once more, “Ah, yes, I can play it! …Shall we begin, miss?”
Salem gave a small bit giddy looking smile and nodded “ of course , of course just give me one moment . She brushed off her dress then cleared her thrust and began .
I lose my way No one cares The words I say No one hears My life it seems is a world of dreams Deep in the night You’ll find me Dream and you’re right behind me Stay…if you will stay We’ll dream the night away Dreams to dream
Michel’s fingers danced across the piano keys with practiced ease as he fell into the rhythm of the song. His eyelids slowly closed until there was nothing but darkness. He could hear nothing but the comforting sounds of the piano and Salem singing gently behind him. It was tempting to sing along, but he decided he would let her have her moment. She wasn't half bad.
A great calm washed over him. This was it, this was the sensation he strove for. Being so engrossed in your work that it was all you needed in the moment.
Briefly, he pitied the souls on whom music was lost before continuing to play.
Continued from here
“I-I’d rather not,” He said quietly, trying to avoid remembering some unhappy things…
“C-Can I go take a shower now?” He asked, remembering it was common to excuse oneself from conversation if uncomfortable. He rubbed some dirt off his arm. It seemed to almost bend unnaturally….
Michel, surprisingly enough noticing Wybie’s discomfort, nodded and sat the snacks down, only briefly glancing at Melody as she scrambled around her cage, “Yeah. Uh, there’s one in the room right across from mine.”
“…Do you…need a spare pair of clothes?” he asked, a bit hesitantly, choosing once more to simply ignore the other’s abnormalities in favor of moving on, “I’m sure I’ve got some hoodies ‘n’ sweatpants if you could fit into if you’d want ‘em…”
“S-Sure!” He mumbled, glancing about, “Extra clothes would be great.” Wybie very quickly darted into what he thought was the bathroom, but he couldn’t exactly be sure due to never seeing a non-public restroom. He found himself staring awkwardly at several of the things in there, most of which he knew little to nothing about.
After shuffling things about in his closet, he managed to find an oversized hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants. They were.…dusty, to say the least, but technically clean.
Following Wybie into his bathroom, he furrowed his brow in concern, “Is…something wrong? …I-I know it’s kinda small I guess, but…maybe it’ll be okay? I’ve got shampoo and soap and all that sort of stuff in there, so there’s no need to worry about any of that. A-And we’ve got towels ‘n’ stuff obviously…”
Oh god, he was rambling. Why was he rambling? About his bathroom, of all things? Really? Good going, Michel, you’re a real charmer.
He seemed almost distressed, to say the least, “I er… I’ve never showered or even used a bathroom before,” he admitted, “I-I don’t know what to do and I never thought I’d need one until now I guess, since I’ll be staying with you…”
Why am I being such an idiot? he thought to himself, appearing scared and confused, No he’s going to think I’m a freak and all of this will be over…
It took all of Michel’s strength not to yell. “What?!” he finally blurted.
Immediately sensing his mistake, he backtracked, “N-Not that there's anything wrong with it, I just…didn't know there was anyone who'd never used a shower before. …Do you, I dunno…need help?”
His body tensed up in an instant as he flushed, “Oh gosh, I did not mean it that way, please don't be upset, I'm very, very sorry, I-”
A young woman was sitting on the roof of her apartment building, drinking tea and wearing jeans, a black thin-strapped tank-top, and wearing red-tinted glasses. “Ah, what a lovely evening in Gotham, the moon is out and the stars are shining. Couldn’t get better then this eh?” She turns to a Siamese Cat that just meows, then curls up. “Oh well…I wonder if there’s anyone to annoy or even chat to,” She pulls out her cellphone and checks her contacts.
“Huh…no contacts as I don’t know anyone in this bloody city…” She grumbled and just laid back on the lounge chair, closing her eyes to take a quick nap. {{Anyone is welcome to join, just put what your muse would do if they found mine.}}
Now, Meister, despite what some hateful rogues might say, was not, in any sense of the word, a creeper. But, well, when you see a pretty young woman, sprawled out across the rooftop of one of Gotham’s many buildings…you get concerned. Far too often has someone appeared to be napping or sunbathing, only to show up on the night’s crime report just a few hours later.
Now that he’d actually gotten atop the building, it was clear to see the woman was still living, at the very least. Well, now he just felt a bit…awkward. Not exactly knowing what to do, and not really wanting to sulk back off by himself, Michel cleared his throat in hopes of gaining the lady’s attention.
She slowly opened one eye and raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?….?” She looked at him, as if she was trying to place seeing him before. “Good evening,” A British accent left her lips as she spoke. “What’s a bloke like you doing up ‘ere?”
He grinned wearily, hoping to god she wouldn't recognize him and start screaming. As much as he liked recognition for his accomplishments, he did not need for rumors to float around suggesting he was trying to rob or, god forbid, assault this random woman. He was very much above that, thank you!
“Well, in all honesty…” he began uncomfortably, “…I rather wanted to check to see if you were alright, miss. One doesn't often see citizens lounging on rooftops.”
itsamadmodworld:
“Really,” he nodded, “And you needn’t worry; I’m a bit rusty myself. I’d invite you to meet me at my house, but I don’t think you’re well acquainted with the area. Perhaps you can go to the store with me and I’ll show you the way to my place from there. If you don’t ‘ave a car to worry about leaving behind, would you care to ride with me on my Vespa?”
“Yes, that would probably work best,” he agreed. This was going better than he’d expected! If he’d known a vacation would be this nice, he would’ve taken one long ago!
“And, ah, yes, thank you very much!” he replied cheerfully, “Though I have to say, I don’t believe I’ve ever ridden one of these before…”
“There’s no need to worry, ducky; I’ve been riding these things for decades. I’ll show you,” he gestured with his hand for Michel to follow him as he walked to his Vespa. “I ‘ave a spare helmet, if you’d like it,” Neil spoke as he pulled out his own helmet and put it on before swapping his glasses for his prescription riding goggles, “Not that I’m planning to get into any accidents.”
“Can't say I see these too often in the streets of Gotham…or many other places, really,” he murmured, looking curiously at the other’s ride.
“And a helmet would…be preferable, yes,” he agreed, following behind the fellow redhead. Here's to hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of his newfound company by not being able to ride a damn Vespa correctly…
Nightshadow was out and about Gotham looking for her next victims when she saw a fancy dressed looking fellow, "Mhmhmh he looks rich." She went after him. (( Nightshadowsdomain ))
Michel whistled as he wandered about, one thumb tucked into his pocket. He had been bored, and what a way to cure boredom than by a quick walk? Not too far or long, just enough to tire himself out a tad.
He bristled as he swore he heard a sound. Not unusual in the slightest in Gotham, but he knew that even the sound of a pin dropping could give away a criminal on these streets.
He countinued his walk, but slower now, ears trying to hone in on any other noises.
She had to be swift and careful as she waited in an alley for him to walk by, then when the time was right something wrapped around the man’s legs and yanked him hard enough to knock him off his feet.
Michel jolted at the sudden touch, only noticing what was really happening as his nose smacked harshly against the sidewalk. Ouch, that was sure to leave a mark…
His eyes darted around suspiciously as he attempted to pick himself back up. A trip like that was no accident.
Then he was dragged into the dark alleyway where he was greeted by a pair of glowing white eyes. “Mhmhmh.” The figure laughed.
Immediately, he broke into a cold sweat. This…certainly wasn’t a pedestrian. Nor any rogue he’d ever had contact with, or even heard of, he didn’t believe, either. That made this person, whomever they were, a threat. With the rogues, he knew just about exactly the sort of situation he would be getting into. Knew what he was up against. With this stranger, however…
He cleared his throat, “A-Ah, hello there. I’m afraid I don’t have any cash or valuables on me at the moment, so if you could just…let me…” he trailed off nervously.
The figure watched him a moment, felt his fear and smirked. He was certainly no one she’s ever seen before, he was different somehow.
“I see. Well in that case…I have no choice but to kill you.” Something was off about the figure, the voice was child-like. She moved out of the shadows and was just that! A child! Twelve year old Nightshadow was a self proclaimed Rogue at this point. “If only you had something of value.” Her hands glowed a bright white and two black shadowy swords formed in her hands, she gripped the shafts and smirked.
His face, which had previously went deathly pale, regained some color as he noticed the threatening figure was but a child. Could you imagine, him, Michel Forte, scared half to death by a mere child! The though was laughable, and laugh he did.
Unfortunately, his stomach dropped once more as the girl pulled out what appeared to be some form of sword. “Wait, wait just a moment! Wait!”
He exhaled a shaky breath, “I do not lie, I have nothing of value currently on my person. But say, if you'd let me go without but a slightly broken nose, I could certainly make it up to you somehow.”
((mmmmMMMMMMMMMM I DIED A BIT BC SCHOOL WHOOPS--))
Hello I’m Wybs I’m trans and pan and god do I love Music Meister
((Y'all, please,,,,,,go check out my S/Os lovely blog dedicated to the music man himself.))
the Music Meister has such a trash personality like why do I even love him
"Are you flirting with me?" ((Eep, hello! Whether or not you respond to this, I'd just like you to know I adore your blog! You portray Edward very well!))
“Flirting? Hardly. But I’m willing to let you serenade me and my genius.” ((Hello! I’m glad you like the blog! Please feel free to drop by anytime!))
Ed started the music on his phone, a booming sound for such a small device. Though, perhaps that was just the projection from the stage. “After you…… Christine” He said with a smirk.
He put a hand on his hips and stuck his nose up in mock offense, still smiling, “Fine, then.”
“In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name.
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind…”
“Sing once again with me, Our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet, And though you turn from me to a glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is ther Inside your mind…… ” Edward sings in perfect pitch next to Michel, giving him a wry smile. He truly hoped to surprise the man.
‘Well, this is something,’ he thought with a grin, ‘so the little birdie CAN sing, can he? And quite well, in fact.’
“Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear…”
Ed continued on, heedless of the looks Michel gave him. And as the song came to an end, Ed found himself smiling. It had been a long time since he’d been willing to sing, let alone with a partner. As the music died away, he turned to face Michel “Well?”
Michel looked back at him in amusement, cocking an eyebrow, “’Well?’ what?”
“I assume you’re wanting me to boost your already considerably overinflated ego with the knowledge that I believe your voice to be good. In which case…I suppose you’d rather be right,” he admitted, “Your singing, though not perfect, far exceeded my expectations.”
He paused for a brief moment, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Let me guess…at lot of practice doing karaoke, Edward? …Don’t tell me Oswald is so low on entertainers!”
“Oh please, as if I’d sink so low as to perform like a trained chimp for Oz’s patrons. I meant, well? Are you satisfied now? I’ll admit it was fun, but it was your idea after all.”
He grinned, “I have to admit, that went better than expected. I suppose I am ‘satisfied’, yes.”
“Say…” he murmured after a moment, “such a successful performance, I believe a celebratory drink is in order, don’t you agree?”
“A drink………” He sighed, Michel was relentless in his pursuits. He had a beautiful voice, and amazing talent, he just had no interest in the man. At least not so far as what he seemed to want anyway. “Very well, just one though. You are persistent aren’t you?”
“Very,” he smiled flirtatiously. Michel was of the type that believe just about anyone could be wooed, with enough effort and prodding in the right places. And this man…well, he’d always liked a challenge.
“Though I do wonder if I shouldn’t say it…perhaps the Iceberg Lounge would actually suffice for this?” he suggested hesitantly, drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the wall near him, “I would rather hate to run into the unfortunate afternoon drunkards that hang about the other bars at this time in the day.”
“Look Michel, I’m not sure thats a good idea. My and Ozzie, well, let’s just say we’ve had some differences of opinions recently. I’m not really welcome there at the moment.”
He walked off the stage and sat down in one of the old theater seats, and stretched out.“ I may, or may not have broken into his vault and stolen some rather priceless pieces of art from him. ”
“What?!” Michel gawked, still standing frozen on the stage, “My lord, Edward, what on earth possessed you to do that?”
“I mean, of course villains are prone to steal from one another and do their own fair share of backstabbing, it’s simply our nature. But…really? I always thought you two got along rather well…”
“He owed me a debt, and refused to pay. So I took it instead. Rather pissed off Ivy in the process as well, I may have used her as a way to cover my ass. It’s a long story” He said with a shrug.
“She’s speaking to me again at least, even if she isn’t happy with me.”
“I can see him not paying off a debt…” Michel murmured, glancing off to the side, “he always was a bit, shall we say, greedy? But who am I to judge, really.”
“And, eh, I was personally under the impression neither of you were too happy around each other in the first place,” he shrugged, pacing the stage and fidgeting with his hands, “If you don’t mind my saying, I haven’t exactly heard tales of a spectacular relationship between you and she…ever.”
Ed shrugged and looked up to the stage where Michel was still standing. “The stories about our supposed rivalry are greatly exaggerated. I’m one of the few that have been able to keep her plants alive when she’s away. Last time she asked Selina to do it, they all died.”
Michel winced, “Plant versus cat…can’t imagine the aftermath of that conflict was too great.”
“…Well, my friend, since drinking seems to be out of the question, I suppose this is where we part ways. Normally I’d make some form of attempt to get you over to my place, but…” he shrugged and stuck a hand in his pocket, “…honestly, I just don’t feel like testing my luck.”
With practiced grace, he hoped off the stage, only stopping to adjust his hat again.
Ed cocked an eyebrow at the man as he jumped down, “And just like that you give up? Never took you for the type. Tell you what, I’ve got a bar I ‘own’ down by the dock a few blocks down. Why not join me there?”
Meister spun on his heel with an overly large, smug grin, “Well, I’m not a quitter, normally. Only when it gets me to where I want to go. And I most certainly will accompany you.”
“You may not get what your after, but at least you may gain my friendship at the very least.” He stood up, and dusted himself off, “Come on, I’ll show you where to go. It’s not far.”
Michel put a hand to his chest in mock offense, “Are you insinuating my intentions are less than pure? I'm shocked.”
“But yes, of course, and thank you for the offer.”
"Are you flirting with me?" ((Eep, hello! Whether or not you respond to this, I'd just like you to know I adore your blog! You portray Edward very well!))
“Flirting? Hardly. But I’m willing to let you serenade me and my genius.” ((Hello! I’m glad you like the blog! Please feel free to drop by anytime!))
Ed started the music on his phone, a booming sound for such a small device. Though, perhaps that was just the projection from the stage. “After you…… Christine” He said with a smirk.
He put a hand on his hips and stuck his nose up in mock offense, still smiling, “Fine, then.”
“In sleep he sang to me,
In dreams he came.
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name.
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there,
Inside my mind…”
“Sing once again with me, Our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet, And though you turn from me to a glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is ther Inside your mind…… ” Edward sings in perfect pitch next to Michel, giving him a wry smile. He truly hoped to surprise the man.
‘Well, this is something,’ he thought with a grin, ‘so the little birdie CAN sing, can he? And quite well, in fact.’
“Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear…”
Ed continued on, heedless of the looks Michel gave him. And as the song came to an end, Ed found himself smiling. It had been a long time since he’d been willing to sing, let alone with a partner. As the music died away, he turned to face Michel “Well?”
Michel looked back at him in amusement, cocking an eyebrow, “’Well?’ what?”
“I assume you’re wanting me to boost your already considerably overinflated ego with the knowledge that I believe your voice to be good. In which case…I suppose you’d rather be right,” he admitted, “Your singing, though not perfect, far exceeded my expectations.”
He paused for a brief moment, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Let me guess…at lot of practice doing karaoke, Edward? …Don’t tell me Oswald is so low on entertainers!”
“Oh please, as if I’d sink so low as to perform like a trained chimp for Oz’s patrons. I meant, well? Are you satisfied now? I’ll admit it was fun, but it was your idea after all.”
He grinned, “I have to admit, that went better than expected. I suppose I am ‘satisfied’, yes.”
“Say…” he murmured after a moment, “such a successful performance, I believe a celebratory drink is in order, don’t you agree?”
“A drink………” He sighed, Michel was relentless in his pursuits. He had a beautiful voice, and amazing talent, he just had no interest in the man. At least not so far as what he seemed to want anyway. “Very well, just one though. You are persistent aren’t you?”
“Very,” he smiled flirtatiously. Michel was of the type that believe just about anyone could be wooed, with enough effort and prodding in the right places. And this man…well, he’d always liked a challenge.
“Though I do wonder if I shouldn’t say it…perhaps the Iceberg Lounge would actually suffice for this?” he suggested hesitantly, drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the wall near him, “I would rather hate to run into the unfortunate afternoon drunkards that hang about the other bars at this time in the day.”
“Look Michel, I’m not sure thats a good idea. My and Ozzie, well, let’s just say we’ve had some differences of opinions recently. I’m not really welcome there at the moment.”
He walked off the stage and sat down in one of the old theater seats, and stretched out.“ I may, or may not have broken into his vault and stolen some rather priceless pieces of art from him. ”
“What?!” Michel gawked, still standing frozen on the stage, “My lord, Edward, what on earth possessed you to do that?”
“I mean, of course villains are prone to steal from one another and do their own fair share of backstabbing, it’s simply our nature. But…really? I always thought you two got along rather well…”
“He owed me a debt, and refused to pay. So I took it instead. Rather pissed off Ivy in the process as well, I may have used her as a way to cover my ass. It’s a long story” He said with a shrug.
“She’s speaking to me again at least, even if she isn’t happy with me.”
“I can see him not paying off a debt…” Michel murmured, glancing off to the side, “he always was a bit, shall we say, greedy? But who am I to judge, really.”
“And, eh, I was personally under the impression neither of you were too happy around each other in the first place,” he shrugged, pacing the stage and fidgeting with his hands, “If you don’t mind my saying, I haven’t exactly heard tales of a spectacular relationship between you and she…ever.”
Ed shrugged and looked up to the stage where Michel was still standing. “The stories about our supposed rivalry are greatly exaggerated. I’m one of the few that have been able to keep her plants alive when she’s away. Last time she asked Selina to do it, they all died.”
Michel winced, “Plant versus cat…can’t imagine the aftermath of that conflict was too great.”
“…Well, my friend, since drinking seems to be out of the question, I suppose this is where we part ways. Normally I’d make some form of attempt to get you over to my place, but…” he shrugged and stuck a hand in his pocket, “…honestly, I just don’t feel like testing my luck.”
With practiced grace, he hoped off the stage, only stopping to adjust his hat again.
Ed cocked an eyebrow at the man as he jumped down, “And just like that you give up? Never took you for the type. Tell you what, I’ve got a bar I ‘own’ down by the dock a few blocks down. Why not join me there?”
Meister spun on his heel with an overly large, smug grin, “Well, I'm not a quitter, normally. Only when it gets me to where I want to go. And I most certainly will accompany you.”
Nightshadow was out and about Gotham looking for her next victims when she saw a fancy dressed looking fellow, "Mhmhmh he looks rich." She went after him. (( Nightshadowsdomain ))
Michel whistled as he wandered about, one thumb tucked into his pocket. He had been bored, and what a way to cure boredom than by a quick walk? Not too far or long, just enough to tire himself out a tad.
He bristled as he swore he heard a sound. Not unusual in the slightest in Gotham, but he knew that even the sound of a pin dropping could give away a criminal on these streets.
He countinued his walk, but slower now, ears trying to hone in on any other noises.
She had to be swift and careful as she waited in an alley for him to walk by, then when the time was right something wrapped around the man’s legs and yanked him hard enough to knock him off his feet.
Michel jolted at the sudden touch, only noticing what was really happening as his nose smacked harshly against the sidewalk. Ouch, that was sure to leave a mark…
His eyes darted around suspiciously as he attempted to pick himself back up. A trip like that was no accident.
Then he was dragged into the dark alleyway where he was greeted by a pair of glowing white eyes. “Mhmhmh.” The figure laughed.
Immediately, he broke into a cold sweat. This…certainly wasn't a pedestrian. Nor any rogue he'd ever had contact with, or even heard of, he didn't believe, either. That made this person, whomever they were, a threat. With the rogues, he knew just about exactly the sort of situation he would be getting into. Knew what he was up against. With this stranger, however…
He cleared his throat, “A-Ah, hello there. I'm afraid I don't have any cash or valuables on me at the moment, so if you could just…let me…” he trailed off nervously.
itsamadmodworld:
“A man of good taste. I like that,” he chuckled, “On a more serious note, my previous dates ‘ave always been for fun. Hard to be serious with anyone when you know they probably only like you because of your status,” he shrugged. “But, I am fairly certain I’m not back in the sixties and you aren’t some fanboy. So, correct me if I’m wrong, but you will be the first real date I’ve ever had.” Neil smiled brightly at the concept.
“I suppose I am…” he chuckled.
He cocked his head at the other’s statement, “Really?” Michel asked in surprise, “Well, I had better make it a good one then!”
He couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face at seeing the other beam. He was so pretty… “I won’t lie, my, ahem, ‘dating skills’ aren’t exactly the most polished, but I’m certain they could be worse.”
“Really,” he nodded, “And you needn’t worry; I’m a bit rusty myself. I’d invite you to meet me at my house, but I don’t think you’re well acquainted with the area. Perhaps you can go to the store with me and I’ll show you the way to my place from there. If you don’t ‘ave a car to worry about leaving behind, would you care to ride with me on my Vespa?”
“Yes, that would probably work best,” he agreed. This was going better than he'd expected! If he'd known a vacation would be this nice, he would've taken one long ago!
“And, ah, yes, thank you very much!” he replied cheerfully, “Though I have to say, I don't believe I've ever ridden one of these before…”
A young woman was sitting on the roof of her apartment building, drinking tea and wearing jeans, a black thin-strapped tank-top, and wearing red-tinted glasses. “Ah, what a lovely evening in Gotham, the moon is out and the stars are shining. Couldn’t get better then this eh?” She turns to a Siamese Cat that just meows, then curls up. “Oh well…I wonder if there’s anyone to annoy or even chat to,” She pulls out her cellphone and checks her contacts.
“Huh…no contacts as I don’t know anyone in this bloody city…” She grumbled and just laid back on the lounge chair, closing her eyes to take a quick nap. {{Anyone is welcome to join, just put what your muse would do if they found mine.}}
Now, Meister, despite what some hateful rogues might say, was not, in any sense of the word, a creeper. But, well, when you see a pretty young woman, sprawled out across the rooftop of one of Gotham’s many buildings…you get concerned. Far too often has someone appeared to be napping or sunbathing, only to show up on the night’s crime report just a few hours later.
Now that he'd actually gotten atop the building, it was clear to see the woman was still living, at the very least. Well, now he just felt a bit…awkward. Not exactly knowing what to do, and not really wanting to sulk back off by himself, Michel cleared his throat in hopes of gaining the lady’s attention.
I will generate a number between 1 and 35. (some fluff, some angst, some nsfw, mostly just random)
THANK YOU
