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Jasper's a highly skilled empath vampire. He's able to sense/experience the emotions of others and influence their moods for as long as he remains in their company. In canon this ranges from calming a pack of volatile werewolves to putting Bella to sleep; "Jasper’s abilities affect the body physically. He really does calm your system down, or excite it. It’s not an illusion." Players are obviously free to have their characters be affected by this influence or not, of course—and I'll try to be careful about not godmoding, his Hufflepuff answer aside.
Fair warning for any characters who may have open wounds or the like, Jasper's dubious self control tends to slip when he smells spilt blood...))
Carlisle had felt it was high time Edward and Bella were checked on in person again, and surprisingly it was Jasper who volunteeredto take a turn playing babysitter. He did have ulterior motives, which were only too easy for his adoptive family to guess and made them even more certain he should be the one to go, in spite of his occasionally poor self control around humans. Edward would be there, Alice had reasoned, and he would be enough to prevent anything... unfortunate from happening, surely.
And so Jasper went.
One of the things about Hogwarts he was looking forward to most, aside from learning what was supposedly real magic, was the possibility of blending in better than he had in the world beyond the wizarding one. Hogwarts was no ordinary school, he knew, with students to match. And he very much preferred being inconspicuous so he could pursue his scholarly interests in peace.
Much like his other two 'siblings' who had been at Hogwarts long before him, Jasper's physical appearance and manner were, under normal circumstances, unusual enough to draw unwanted attention—flawless marble skin, golden eyes, his every movement infused with preternatural grace. He was tall and lean (and at a modest 6'3", not even the tallest of his adoptive family), frozen forever in the body of the young soldier he'd been over a century and a half ago.
Of course, not everything had remained unchanged. A multitude of crescent-shaped scars ravaged his neck and jaw, a few were above his eyes and some disappeared into his hairline, to say nothing of the ones that covered his body. They were completely invisible to the naked human eye, but bright, direct light or extraordinarily accute eyesight, as vampires had, would reveal them.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"I don't—" Eat, he was going to say. Thinking quickly, he finished, "—really have a favourite. But I know what I don't like."
He had some knowledge of what to expect at Hogwarts, but he couldn't be sure how much information about himself he was free to divulge yet. Would it matter that he was a vampire? The Volturi's reach couldn't extend this far yet, could it?
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
His eyebrows rose.
"One's a man and the other is a man in a dinosaur suit, is that correct? I'd prefer not killing either, if it can be helped." He'd already done enough killing to last him a lifetime. An immortal lifetime.
His mouth turned up in a private smile, and there was a lilt to his voice when he spoke again, the faintest hint of what might have once been a Southern drawl. "My family certainly wouldn't approve," he said, mostly to himself.
3. What time is it where you are?
"I believe it's just past eleven at night here."
Which was most convenient for him. There wouldn't be any telltale sparkling going on at night to give him away.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Faint laugh lines creased the corners of his eyes as he smiled in amusement, making his otherwise unnaturally smooth face appear more human. He tried to imagine what Alice's answer had been. Similar to his own, undoubtedly.
"Mm. There's someone who wouldn't take kindly to any answer I might come up with," he said with a quiet laugh. "Except for a flat refusal. My apologies." He didn't seem at all sorry about not answering it.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"Dixie. Not particularly witty, I'm afraid, but it would be... somehow appropriate."
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"The one Harry feels strongest about, I suppose. Assuming it's mutual."
The werewolf imprinting thing? Yeah, still creepy. Probably better not to talk about that not-quite-mythology.
"Depending on the mythology you consult, the answer could be anything from carrying on with the both of them to killing them and sacrificing them to the relevant deity. Harry probably ought not to rely on mythologies for advice on his love life. Nor the advice of perfect strangers."
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Well, not everyone was endowed with supernatural speed. He figured it wasn't their fault if they worked at a very slow, human pace.
"You may need assistance," he guessed, trying to be kind. "Someone you can trust to do things right the first time, so you're not just creating more work for yourself. A good partner or second in command can be an invaluable asset."
Speaking from experience, there.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Jasper smiled faintly and seemed to stare into the distance. A pervasive feeling of peace and contentment began to flood the room, and he ramped it up until it would be influencing not only the mood of anyone in the immediate area, but even those passing within a few yards of the Sorting Room.
"Do you feel it?" he murmured after a few moments, effortlessly maintaining the serene atmosphere even as he focused on the next question.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
"I haven't got much with me," he explained with an apologetic smile. "A few thousand in Galleons and British currency, and some changes of clothes. But I'm not afraid to make myself useful, if there's something I could help you with." He paused, considering something carefully for a long moment. Well, why not offer up his talent? He was sorely lacking in good bribes otherwise, and he'd already revealed his ability with the Hufflepuff question. Nothing to lose.
"Maybe," he began hesitantly, "if you'd like to feel any certain way for a while..." He shrugged, assuming it probably wouldn't interest anyone in a place like this. It was sort of like the vampire equivalent of weed, without any of the usual drawbacks associated with it. "You'd just need to stay near me for it to work."
Have fun with that one, pervs. You know you want to embarrass the poor empath.
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I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JH.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JH.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. JH
Jasper's a highly skilled empath vampire. He's able to sense/experience the emotions of others and influence their moods for as long as he remains in their company. In canon this ranges from calming a pack of volatile werewolves to putting Bella to sleep; "Jasper’s abilities affect the body physically. He really does calm your system down, or excite it. It’s not an illusion." Players are obviously free to have their characters be affected by this influence or not, of course—and I'll try to be careful about not godmoding, his Hufflepuff answer aside.
Fair warning for any characters who may have open wounds or the like, Jasper's dubious self control tends to slip when he smells spilt blood...))
Carlisle had felt it was high time Edward and Bella were checked on in person again, and surprisingly it was Jasper who volunteered
And so Jasper went.
One of the things about Hogwarts he was looking forward to most, aside from learning what was supposedly real magic, was the possibility of blending in better than he had in the world beyond the wizarding one. Hogwarts was no ordinary school, he knew, with students to match. And he very much preferred being inconspicuous so he could pursue his scholarly interests in peace.
Much like his other two 'siblings' who had been at Hogwarts long before him, Jasper's physical appearance and manner were, under normal circumstances, unusual enough to draw unwanted attention—flawless marble skin, golden eyes, his every movement infused with preternatural grace. He was tall and lean (and at a modest 6'3", not even the tallest of his adoptive family), frozen forever in the body of the young soldier he'd been over a century and a half ago.
Of course, not everything had remained unchanged. A multitude of crescent-shaped scars ravaged his neck and jaw, a few were above his eyes and some disappeared into his hairline, to say nothing of the ones that covered his body. They were completely invisible to the naked human eye, but bright, direct light or extraordinarily accute eyesight, as vampires had, would reveal them.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"I don't—" Eat, he was going to say. Thinking quickly, he finished, "—really have a favourite. But I know what I don't like."
He had some knowledge of what to expect at Hogwarts, but he couldn't be sure how much information about himself he was free to divulge yet. Would it matter that he was a vampire? The Volturi's reach couldn't extend this far yet, could it?
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
His eyebrows rose.
"One's a man and the other is a man in a dinosaur suit, is that correct? I'd prefer not killing either, if it can be helped." He'd already done enough killing to last him a lifetime. An immortal lifetime.
His mouth turned up in a private smile, and there was a lilt to his voice when he spoke again, the faintest hint of what might have once been a Southern drawl. "My family certainly wouldn't approve," he said, mostly to himself.
3. What time is it where you are?
"I believe it's just past eleven at night here."
Which was most convenient for him. There wouldn't be any telltale sparkling going on at night to give him away.
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Faint laugh lines creased the corners of his eyes as he smiled in amusement, making his otherwise unnaturally smooth face appear more human. He tried to imagine what Alice's answer had been. Similar to his own, undoubtedly.
"Mm. There's someone who wouldn't take kindly to any answer I might come up with," he said with a quiet laugh. "Except for a flat refusal. My apologies." He didn't seem at all sorry about not answering it.
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
"Dixie. Not particularly witty, I'm afraid, but it would be... somehow appropriate."
B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"The one Harry feels strongest about, I suppose. Assuming it's mutual."
The werewolf imprinting thing? Yeah, still creepy. Probably better not to talk about that not-quite-mythology.
"Depending on the mythology you consult, the answer could be anything from carrying on with the both of them to killing them and sacrificing them to the relevant deity. Harry probably ought not to rely on mythologies for advice on his love life. Nor the advice of perfect strangers."
C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Well, not everyone was endowed with supernatural speed. He figured it wasn't their fault if they worked at a very slow, human pace.
"You may need assistance," he guessed, trying to be kind. "Someone you can trust to do things right the first time, so you're not just creating more work for yourself. A good partner or second in command can be an invaluable asset."
Speaking from experience, there.
D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
Jasper smiled faintly and seemed to stare into the distance. A pervasive feeling of peace and contentment began to flood the room, and he ramped it up until it would be influencing not only the mood of anyone in the immediate area, but even those passing within a few yards of the Sorting Room.
"Do you feel it?" he murmured after a few moments, effortlessly maintaining the serene atmosphere even as he focused on the next question.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
"I haven't got much with me," he explained with an apologetic smile. "A few thousand in Galleons and British currency, and some changes of clothes. But I'm not afraid to make myself useful, if there's something I could help you with." He paused, considering something carefully for a long moment. Well, why not offer up his talent? He was sorely lacking in good bribes otherwise, and he'd already revealed his ability with the Hufflepuff question. Nothing to lose.
"Maybe," he began hesitantly, "if you'd like to feel any certain way for a while..." He shrugged, assuming it probably wouldn't interest anyone in a place like this. It was sort of like the vampire equivalent of weed, without any of the usual drawbacks associated with it. "You'd just need to stay near me for it to work."
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. JHI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. JH.I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. JH.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. JH
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Date: 2009-04-15 10:01 am (UTC)Akabane smiled. This in itself is something to be feared. He saw the change sweep over the boy and was ready to move just as fast. He sidestepped, stopping just where Jasper had been standing. Again, instinctively, he tried to call his blades, to no avail, leaving him holding his hand, his fingers curled slightly, at his side. "Yare, yare," he said, something akin to laughter in his voice. "Now, this might be interesting, Jasper-kun," he continued, lingering on the name in something like a caress. Even Ginji, at the best he'd seen him, hadn't been so fast.
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Date: 2009-04-15 04:13 pm (UTC)Edward had stayed in the Sorting Room to keep an eye on his brother. He had occasionally started moving forwards when it seemed like Jasper might lose control, but never actually needed to interfere until now. Killing -- well alright, presumably just maiming due to the no-kill spell, but that was quite bad enough -- a student would ruin so much. Everything they'd worked so hard for, Jasper hardest of all. Edward couldn't let it happen, and leapt in front of the other vampire. The thunderous sound of them colliding echoed through the room. Now would have been a good time for Emmett to be around; his brute strength would definitely have been an asset to help keep Jasper away from the human. Edward could smell Akabane as well, but he was jaded. Being around Bella without killing her was doubtlessly a harder challenge than attacking this... person.
Edward didn't pay much attention to Akabane, though, but focused all his strength on Jasper. It was a shame that they couldn't leave the Sorting Room. Jasper would have felt better from breathing fresh air, but Edward doubted he was really strong enough to force a blood-crazed vampire anywhere without help anyway. They'd have to settle for him not breathing.
"Jasper!" The snarl ripped through the air. "Get a hold of yourself!"
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Date: 2009-04-16 02:44 am (UTC)Clearly not recognising Edward, Jasper growled lowly and continually attempted to get in close enough to bite him—not expecting blood, but to tear his throat out. Edward was the faster of the two, in addition to knowing Jasper's thoughts and anticipating his movements, which thankfully thwarted Jasper long enough for some semblance of rationality to begin returning to him.
With great effort he was able to pull himself away from Edward, looking vaguely bewildered and more than a little appalled. What had he done? He could still smell the blood, though, and quickly glanced at where Akabane had ended up, the temptation to attack him only slightly less overwhelming than before.
"So much blood," he mumbled hoarsely, sounding a bit incoherent, and staring at Akabane in such a way that under other circumstances it might have been misconstrued as a rather different sort of interest.
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Date: 2009-04-16 03:15 am (UTC)He lifted his chin slightly and turned to the newcomer. "Are you always going to keep him on a leash?" he asked. "Or will you let him play? Or will you fight me yourself?" His voice was filled with something akin to desire.
He just needed to figure out how to get his blades back.
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Date: 2009-04-16 09:00 am (UTC)"I know," he murmured to Jasper. The thirst was a painful, scorching dryness in his own throat already, and Jasper's was twice as torturous. "Try not to breathe. Think about something else. Think about Alice."
Once he was fairly sure Jasper wouldn't try to attack again, Edward actually dared turning around to face Akabane. He didn't actually need to read any thoughts here; it was all too obvious what the man wanted. This was the kind of man Edward used to hunt 80 years ago. A predator. Dangerous. Edward couldn't help it, he bared his teeth in a hiss.
"No one will fight you," he growled. "It would be better for everyone if you left now. Especially for you." There was no doubt in his mind that Jasper would win a fight between him and Akabane, and that outcome would be bad for many reasons. Mainly because Jasper would suffer from it. Yeah, Edward was not holding people like Akabane in particularly high regard.
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Date: 2009-04-16 10:42 am (UTC)The leash comment was uncomfortably close to something Maria had liked to taunt him with, and it rankled him. Akabane was undeniably fast—inhumanly fast, even—he couldn't read minds as well, could he? Hopefully it was only an unfortunate coincidence.
Rather than compromise his tenuous control, his anger helped him focus. And Edward naturally knew exactly the right thing to say to pull Jasper back into full self-awareness. Alice... always so endlessly patient with him, even when he least deserved it. The rest of his family as well. That they did so out of compassion and not pity was why Jasper would always keep trying to be better.
He managed to tear his gaze away from Akabane and stared at Edward's back instead, forcing himself to breathe through his mouth.
"I'm sorry," he murmured anxiously, sounding closer to normal. "Both of you." Akabane may be a grade-A creep, but he hadn't done anything that warranted being almost attacked like that. "I just need—..." This room is suffocating. "This is hardly an ideal place for a fight, anyway," he said, figuring he could at least try to postpone the confrontation with Akabane until a time when there wouldn't be so many innocent bystanders.
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Date: 2009-04-16 11:57 am (UTC)Akabane's smile grew at the last comment. "No, outside would be far better. More room for me to see what you are truly capable of." There was something in his voice that might be more appropriate for a lover than an enemy, but he truly enjoyed fighting a strong opponent. "Will both of you come?" he asked, eying Edward. That one would be entertaining as well.
((I'll finish it...glaring is foreplay ;) ))
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Date: 2009-04-16 03:05 pm (UTC)"It's not your fault, Jasper." Slipping up occasionally was perfectly natural, even unavoidable, and nothing had happened this time. Nothing to forgive. "You will be out of here soon, and it will get easier." Edward still held out an arm between the two, more of a symbolic gesture than anything else. The danger was over for now.
He was of the firm belief that the world would probably be a better place if people like Akabane didn't exist or were at least locked up somewhere
far away from Bella, but that was not a good enough reason to let Jasper rip the man's throat out. What was this person, anyway? Not entirely human, Edward was fairly certain of that. There was something so fundamentally unpleasant about Akabane that the vampire felt it down his spine, and that was without his usual ability to read minds. He was almost grateful for the shield Hogwarts apepared to be putting up fairly randomly; he didn't want to know what Akabane was thinking. Whatever it was, it could not have been pleasant."No," he replied stonily to the question of them both coming. "I have no interest in fighting you." That was, however, said between gritted teeth. Because there was definitely a part of Edward that absolutely longed for a fight with this... beast. But no, he wouldn't. Giving into temptation was a sure-fire way to
aaaangst and wooooesuffering, for both himself and the people he cared for the most. Edward didn't voice his reasons. He knew Jasper had similar ones, and would make his own decision, even if the decision would be something Carlisle wouldn't approve of.no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 05:30 am (UTC)It was maddening to be so still when he was itching for a fight as well. He'd unconsciously shifted to stand to Edward's left, still behind him—just as he would in preparation for a real fight. Though, normally, it would have been himself or Emmett at the fore, with the other two flanking.
It was a very good thing Emmett wasn't there to provoke things further.
"Not today. I have prior engagements, I'm afraid," Jasper said almost politely (one may imagine a very southern genteel hat-tipping here), taking his cues from Edward, though some of his disappointment was genuine. In truth, he really wouldn't mind sparring with a new opponent who could keep up with him, but he had the feeling it wouldn't be just a spar to Akabane. And if any blood were spilt...
He dared to glance at the man again, simultaneously gauging his mood. Probably best not to antagonise him. But how does one placate a sociopath? "Maybe I'll see you around. You already know my name," he said expectantly, prompting Akabane to introduce himself. There could at least be a pretense of civility, even between enemies.
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Date: 2009-04-17 10:43 am (UTC)Akabane raised a hand to the brim of his hat. "I am called Kuroudo Akabane." He smiled. "Professionally, I am called Dr. Jackal." He bowed, looking between the two. "I will see you later, Jasper-kun" he promised, again, the words sounding as if they were being said to a lover with whom an intimate moment had been shared. "And, you as well, Edward-kun." He turned, his coat swirling around him as he walked out of the room, chuckling to himself.