capeandcowl | first movement; overture [ video ]

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† isaac bowin | the fiddler

first movement; overture [ video ]

[ The room is dark - well, dimly lit. Someone appears to have taken pains to shut as much light out as possible without actually moving anything, but it doesn't do that much.

The person responsible for the broadcast moves into the view of the camera, seemingly unaware of it. Their face can't be made out - not that it could anyway, as they're not facing the camera.

There's enough light to discern that this person is wearing a black, slightly ragged suit, contrasting nicely with shoulder-length white hair. There's the rustle of cloth, the soft plink of a string, and a violin briefly comes into view as they raise the instrument to their shoulder, bow in the other hand.

A slightly shaky breath, and then they put bow to string, pausing for a brief moment.

And then the violin sings. This performance goes on for quite a while.

What may be impressive is that the whole thing is played perfectly; no hesitation or stumbling. When the person is finished, they lower the violin, and the broadcast ends.

The name attached to the broadcast may be familiar to some people. ]

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[he hardly minds that. He's been reformed so long, but it doesn't usually occur to him that people on the other side of the fence may be annoyed with him, maybe.]

I'm fine, just kind of worried. I have encryptions, if you don't want to give your address out publicly.

[ fiddler hardly gets annoyed with anybody, anyway! he's fine with it. ]

Well, if you'd like to visit, I can hardly decline. I have no problems with giving out my address.

[ and here's the address, in text! he's chilling out in the MAC apartment complex and not planning on going anywhere, so. ]

I-... [why so classy Isaac] Thanks. I'll just be a minute.

[he's just gently shooing rats away from his person and heading downstairs to the given address, to knock quietly on the door]

[ because he gets along with everybody is why

he'll just open the door for you, shall he? ]

My apologies. Normally, I'd be more prepared to host guests. [ he kind of gives Piper a wan smile, closing the door once he's in and- okay he's going to sit down on one of the chairs before he starts getting too dizzy. again. ] I admit that I'm not in the best shape to be doing so, however.

[ guess who looks terrible? YEAH THIS GUY. he's very determinedly doing his best not to slouch, though! perfect posture and everything.

the silver insignia on the lapel of his coat, though, may be familiar, if Piper has gone through that event already. ]

[he looks even worse than the subtle hint on camera suggested, and Piper shrugs off his cloak near the door and glances around, wondering if the MAC kitchens come stocked with anything. Should've brought some tylenol.]

Maybe I can make you some tea. You look like death warmed over. [he is unfortunately from before Blackest Night, and so fails to recognize the logo for what it is]

[ he's kind of glad that nobody he's met in person seems to have endured the whole 'emotional traumatising zombie apocalypse' thing. he wouldn't wish that on anyone, and there's no questioning about it.

he kind of laughs a little at Piper's comment, though ]

Death does tend to leave you feeling rather sorry for yourself, I'm afraid.

Tea would be much appreciated. Thank you. [ normally he'd make something but he doesn't want to go around dropping things and making messes of breakable objects ]

[he skips only a beat (his life is weird enough) and then heads over to put the kettle on]

Not a problem.

[on the one hand it's kind of humbling to be in the presence of this guy who was fighting Flash before Piper even had the idea in his head, and on the other, he's kind of concerned for him.]

I think you should definitely take it easy for a while. Can you tell me what happened, before you came here?

[ He'd be kind of embarrassed to hear that, honestly! He's really not used to people looking up to him at all, and him trying to set a good example for his children kind of just...happened automatically.

he doesn't consider himself terribly impressive is all ]

It's not as if I can do much else. [ another little laugh. ]

Hm. Long story short, I received an invitation from the Society - pulling all the villains together, that sort of thing - and declined. [ A pause as he rearranges his thoughts. he's kind of upset with both the society and mockingbird, to be honest ] I threw in my lot with the Secret Six for a while, I tripped up on a mission, and I was executed. [ this is said....really casually.... ]

And then, well, there was some incident with Black Lantern rings, I wasn't really around for that, strictly speaking. I did get revived for it - it was terribly unpleasant and not an experience I would wish to repeat.

[ it gets kind of blurry here for him so he's just going to pause again ]

At some point, I was killed again, for a given value of the word, and then the next thing I knew I'd been pulled in here.

It's an improvement! [ suddenly, kind of cheerful! ]

[he leans on the counter, taking all that in quietly, face twisting in sympathy--and some confusion, he's never heard of Black Lanterns, but he figures it probably works like a Green Lantern, sort of, and doesn't want to interrupt.]

Yeah... James is here, too. It's better for both of you. [particularly in light of that executed thing. But he's not going to belabor it, if Isaac is dealing with it okay (or seems to be...in denial...or something, Piper is not a psychologist ok)]

I'm really glad I got the chance to meet you. [whoops king of awk, just bringing his tea over]

[ oh yeah he should...probably explain what black lantern rings are and what they do...oh well, only if piper asks ]

It certainly seems to be. [ he's kind of repressing his trauma super hard a little bit no big ]

--Really? [ HE SOUNDS KIND OF STARTLED TBH why though... ]

You can't--I mean, it's possible, but it's not incredibly likely that death is permanent here. Almost everybody comes back.

[he's wishing he had a hood to duck back into right about now, but he doesn't, setting the tea down and then sitting on the edge of the bed.]

You're legendary. [said like, duh.]

How fortunate. I don't doubt that death still isn't the most pleasant of experiences, however. [ death is not much fun at all, as a rule ]

Hm, is that so? Well, I hadn't been much in the loop, so you'll forgive my surprise. I wasn't aware I had that much of a reputation. [ the last time he got addressed by someone he got called a decrepit relic, okay ~~thanks cheshire~~ ]

Absolutely, avoid it if you can. [a beat] I don't have personal experience, yet.

[he frowns] Then nobody knows your history.

Of course. [ he kind of smiles ] Then you are fortunate. I hope you don't have to experience it. [ it's kind of funny if you think about evan's death threats....

he waves a hand, looking mildly embarrassed. ] I was in semi-retirement, after all. And it's not as if people outside Keystone remember it was moved out of time.

Everybody's got to experience it sooner or later. [what an uplifting comment. A guilty beat.] Sorry.

I'm sure there was news footage. [for a normally semi-perceptive dude Piper is missing all the modest signals here] And anyway, people in the City can find out what they were missing, now. Once you feel better.

Later rather than sooner for you, I'd hope. [ WAVES HAND no big deal he can roll with it ] No need to apologise.

[ oh, piper. he can't even deal with this mild hero-worshipping.... ] I suppose there was. [ he can't really remember since he got dumped in jail and everything...how does he even. ] Mm. That's certainly an option.

That depends if Evan gets his way. [a little smile at how calm that was] Okay.

An option? What are the others?

[ what. he kind of frowns at that ] What happened?

Oh, nothing much. I suppose I could do some performing. [ it's obviously not an option that he really prefers, though. ] I haven't got too many plans at the moment.

[a pause. Isaac reminds him of his own dad, a little--if he'd been loving and attentive and patient, instead of distant and short and wrapped up in his own problems. It's tempting, to start thinking of him that way, but hardly fair on him.] It's a long story. I don't want to bore you, not when you're ...I mean, you have your own problems.

If you need a job, I ...I'd be honored to ask you to work for me.

[ It says something about Isaac's nature that he'd gladly accept the burden, if he even thought of it that way. ] I have plenty of time to spare, since I am currently an invalid. Humor me, at the very least.

[ Another little smile. ] That's certainly kind of you. I think I'll take you up on the offer, when I feel better.

[a flicker of a strange, unidentifiable expression on his face, then] He killed my parents.

[he tosses his hair back, out of his face, trying to focus for a second] Really?

[ oh.

wow that sure is a lot of anger there. just straight up fury for a minute because targeting family is kind of too far and then he settles, still somewhat tense. ] I'm sorry you had to go through that. [ what else can he say, really? there's not really anything to be done now. ]

Of course. I get to work with what I love most, after all, and I highly doubt anyone else would want to hire me in such capacity.

[it was a very terse and abbreviated version of the story, but given that Isaac said he wanted to hear it, and that Piper wasn't sure how exactly to explain it. He was way close to the whole thing.] It's okay. ...thank you.

[he chuckles] I don't want to dissuade you from working for me, but your slate here should be clean.

[ he kind of wants to hug you or something but he refrains from it. it's best not to assume, after all. ] It's all right.

Nobody should have to experience that. [ he hadn't lost his parents, exactly, but he's experienced that kind of loss, of someone close to him. ]

[ waves a hand! no big deal ] I think I would prefer to work with people I know. It's more comforting, to be honest.

[he winces. Particularly no one should have to experience doing it. He doesn't actually answer, mostly because he's struggling to figure out what he can say without causing his voice to break]

I'm just saying. If cops give you pressure or vigilantes or anything, tell me and I will sort it out for you. I promise.

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