((I really can't guess how spice would affect something like a vampire, so... Jasper gets a nice trip and perhaps this is a glimpse of what will happen if he ever tries to eat Vlad. XD Wow, I keep hitting the character limit and have to delete paragraphs and edit everything. Argh.))
He nodded solemnly in response to Vladirmir's conjecturing that it was nothing more than an experiment for whatever vile organisation had been training A, presumably since birth. "As I understand it, L was a highly specialised sort of detective in their world, requiring anyone in his position to be extraordinarily intelligent and possess abilities normally thought to be beyond human capacity. I can't imagine anyone being forcefully trained to replace him would have had a very enjoyable life, even without the physical abuse."
And again it was a small mercy Jasper had no way of knowing how the Baron viewed the practise of slavery, nor how he'd treated his own. Jasper had always tried to be a very tolerant, considerate person, but even he had his limits. And he had lived through the despicable period in human history when slavery had been both legal and commonplace; he'd be dismayed to know humanity was more or less doomed to endlessly repeat its follies rather than ever learning from them.
"Choosing a real name for himself may also help distance him from his past," he said thoughtfully. "I would think any of the people he's known here for a while might have already suggested as much to him, but I can't be sure. I suspect he might only consider the idea if someone who's very close to him brings it up." And he, too, had an interest in A's overall well being and future, though more in a protective older brother way than the quasi-paternal form Vladimir's was taking on. Which was maybe a little unusual, since he was older than Vladimir and A both—but people had always related to him as though he were a 20 year old young man, so he'd rarely had the opportunity to foster the mindset of a much older person.
"Thank you." He raised his glass in a toasting gesture, then settled back against the sofa cushions and pulled the slumbering dinosaur's head more fully into his lap again. It was oddly comforting, having the raptor trusting him and seeming so at ease with him physically.
There was no real blending of flavours for him when he tried the spice-seasoned wine. There was the wine, and then there was the trace of something almost delicious, comparable to the hint of cloying sweetness in the scent of rotting things. The spice was that deceptive sweetness, the wine was the rot. As he drank more, the spice was indeed having a noticeable effect, likely amplified by his being a vampire. While his vision was normally acute to the point of being distracting if he allowed himself to get lost in simply looking at things, his vision with that tiny amount of spice was something else. He could perceive unusually bright haloes of light and colour around everything, especially the raptor and the Baron.
He realised the Baron had been speaking to him, and struggled to pull his gaze away from the fascinating tangle of glimmering colour—a vein?—in the man's temple. "I'm happy to speak with you without having a title attached, or being paid to," he said with a soft laugh. "But if you'd prefer it in a more formal capacity, like helping prepare the curriculum for your future classes, I'm willing to do that too." Combined with the startling effects of the spice, the emotions he could perceive from Vladimir had his senses swimming for a moment; akin to sensory overload. Perhaps the spice had been a bad idea. Still... it was a pretty interesting experience. He slowly smiled as he added, "Though I am very curious as to what kind of compensation you'd come up with."
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Date: 2009-05-20 10:16 am (UTC)and perhaps this is a glimpse of what will happen if he ever tries to eat Vlad. XD Wow, I keep hitting the character limit and have to delete paragraphs and edit everything. Argh.))He nodded solemnly in response to Vladirmir's conjecturing that it was nothing more than an experiment for whatever vile organisation had been training A, presumably since birth. "As I understand it, L was a highly specialised sort of detective in their world, requiring anyone in his position to be extraordinarily intelligent and possess abilities normally thought to be beyond human capacity. I can't imagine anyone being forcefully trained to replace him would have had a very enjoyable life, even without the physical abuse."
And again it was a small mercy Jasper had no way of knowing how the Baron viewed the practise of slavery, nor how he'd treated his own. Jasper had always tried to be a very tolerant, considerate person, but even he had his limits. And he had lived through the despicable period in human history when slavery had been both legal and commonplace; he'd be dismayed to know humanity was more or less doomed to endlessly repeat its follies rather than ever learning from them.
"Choosing a real name for himself may also help distance him from his past," he said thoughtfully. "I would think any of the people he's known here for a while might have already suggested as much to him, but I can't be sure. I suspect he might only consider the idea if someone who's very close to him brings it up." And he, too, had an interest in A's overall well being and future, though more in a protective older brother way than the quasi-paternal form Vladimir's was taking on. Which was maybe a little unusual, since he was older than Vladimir and A both—but people had always related to him as though he were a 20 year old young man, so he'd rarely had the opportunity to foster the mindset of a much older person.
"Thank you." He raised his glass in a toasting gesture, then settled back against the sofa cushions and pulled the slumbering dinosaur's head more fully into his lap again. It was oddly comforting, having the raptor trusting him and seeming so at ease with him physically.
There was no real blending of flavours for him when he tried the spice-seasoned wine. There was the wine, and then there was the trace of something almost delicious, comparable to the hint of cloying sweetness in the scent of rotting things. The spice was that deceptive sweetness, the wine was the rot. As he drank more, the spice was indeed having a noticeable effect, likely amplified by his being a vampire. While his vision was normally acute to the point of being distracting if he allowed himself to get lost in simply looking at things, his vision with that tiny amount of spice was something else. He could perceive unusually bright haloes of light and colour around everything, especially the raptor and the Baron.
He realised the Baron had been speaking to him, and struggled to pull his gaze away from the fascinating tangle of glimmering colour—a vein?—in the man's temple. "I'm happy to speak with you without having a title attached, or being paid to," he said with a soft laugh. "But if you'd prefer it in a more formal capacity, like helping prepare the curriculum for your future classes, I'm willing to do that too." Combined with the startling effects of the spice, the emotions he could perceive from Vladimir had his senses swimming for a moment; akin to sensory overload. Perhaps the spice had been a bad idea. Still... it was a pretty interesting experience. He slowly smiled as he added, "Though I am very curious as to what kind of compensation you'd come up with."