Spice and Sparkles ((Closed RP- Baron Harkonnen, Jasper, and the Raptor))

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((Many thanks to A-mun for coming up with the thread title. It is my area of extreme FAIL.))

Although he couldn't claim to be satisfied, the Baron had finally gotten his rooms in order. He was still irritated that rooms was really one large room, with a closet and a semi-acceptable bathroom, but didn't plan to put up with it forever. What he'd managed was tolerable for now, and, he'd managed to improve on his wardrobe and the sheets.

And so he was sitting in his room, attempting to enjoy a quiet afternoon and finding it rather impossible. Practicing basic spells in secret was interesting, but, it wasn't enough to occupy an entire day. He required actual diversion, in the form of company. He didn't feel like wandering around the castle, as he'd already had an exhausting last few days, his joints were aching, and he seemed to keep ending up places without chairs. But, he didn't feel like being by himself anymore, and, his mind kept drifting back to his meeting with Jasper.

He did say he'd come visit, and it seemed like he was settled in enough. And so, he decided to see if he'd been getting his hopes up for nothing, or not. Pleasant company was always an excellent diversion, although he didn't expect it would end up quite so pleasant a time as he'd like. And so, managing to summon a piece of paper and a pen from across the room after a couple tries, he penned a short note.

To Jasper Hale,

I've finally made some rooms acceptable for now, and it would be a pleasure if you were to visit me this evening, as we recently chatted about. I shall be looking forward to your response or your arrival,  and shall be hoping for the latter.

Regards,
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen

After folding the note meticulously, he put his head out the door and shouted for a house elf- at least they were appearing instantaneously now, having learned he'd be calling them on a very regular basis. When it appeared, he told it to deliver the note as swiftly as possible, and then to have food brought. He returned to his sofa, practicing more object levitation and summoning, and waiting for either a response, or the evening.

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"Well, I'm not like some of the demons and other humanoids here. You won't offend me by calling me human," he said, a corner of his mouth quirking up in a half smile. "That's actually a sort of compliment, I guess." Even though he was technically another species now, by the modern world's understanding of what made a human, human. So sex with a vampire could count as bestiality. Or an irredeemable monster, if one went by Edward's definition. Jasper's own view of himself and of vampires in general was a bit more complicated, and not something he was comfortable discussing with anyone he didn't know well. Calling it his 'uniqueness' was as apt a description as any.

The tiger comment made him laugh, a genuinely amused sound with no edge of mockery to it. He didn't want to embarrass the Baron further, even though that hint of blood moving closer to the surface of his skin did smell quite appealing. "A tiger? So they still exist in the distant future you're from? I'd have thought mankind would have forced them into extinction by then. Statistically speaking, three species of plants and animals go extinct on Earth every hour as things stand now." He caught himself before he rambled on about things Vladimir would probably find tedious. He did have to wonder if vampires (still?) existed in Vladimir's time and universe, and if they simply kept very low profiles so no one was aware of their existence. Perhaps out of fear. Being exterminated and/or exploited by the human governments of the present day was a valid concern for vampires like Jasper. From the sounds of it, the exploitation possibilities would only rise in the future, assuming he and the Baron were from the same world, just at different points in time.

He had the sudden urge to ask Vladimir to look him up in the future when and if he ever returned there. Short of being killed or possibly dying of ennui like some ancient vampires seemed to, it was quite likely Jasper would survive into Vladimir's time. And what an interesting reunion that would be.

"The gold colour is from feeding on animal blood," he said by way of explanation about his eyes. "If I were to ingest human blood, they'd become more of a bright burgundy. It's usually harder to blend in then. In the world I'm from, I mean." Not that sparklepires ever truly blended in anywhere, even at Hogwarts, but still. "You also might recognise my wife and brother by their eyes, if you ever run into either here," he added with a smile. All the same shade of gold, which he'd as of yet not encountered in anyone else at Hogwarts. Jasper's eyes were generally just lighter than his wife's and brother's due to more frequent feeding. Since their eye colours apparently doubled as fuel gauges.

The Baron meeting Edward was a scary thought.

"When you say thinking machines, do you mean computers? Or more advanced things like sentient robots, androids, something possessing artificial intelligence?" He couldn't help thinking mentats did sound remarkably similar to vampires of his sort, just much more specialised. It seemed plausible any vampires in the future could be exploited for exactly that kind of service, particularly if they'd also be expected to be masterful assassins. The 'pay' could be the blood of their victims... He rubbed the back of his neck. That thought hit a little too close to home. "Mentats sound interesting. Strange coincidence that you compared me to yours—they do kind of sound like vampires, intellectually, to me. We all seem to develop an intelligence much greater than—" That of humans, he'd wanted to say, but rephrased without missing a beat: "What we possessed when we were alive. An almost innate understanding of things. It's hard to describe. We learn very easily, very fast. Those who choose to, anyway. What was your mentat like? What did he do for you? If you don't mind my asking."

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((Please forgive the slow reply! Got caught up with a RL project and time got away from me. ))

He agreed- Jasper was not like 'other humanoids' here, he was special. Not because of what he was. What seemed more intriguing was who he was. What he was played in, but, he'd have still been intriguing even if he was not a legendary 'monster'. He may have had unusual talents, but it wasn't these that had Vladimir's heart pounding faster whenever that smile appeared. It was just so unusual and invigorating to have someone appearing to truly enjoy his company.

He listened to Jasper's explanation about his eyes with interest, finding his (which were a bit odd, being black, but still in the realm of human potential) drawn to Jasper's, wondering just what they'd look like in burgundy. Surely it would look quite striking, especially against that porcelain skin. So distracted was he for a moment that he almost didn't register the mention of a wife. Almost. It pleased him that Jasper did not linger on the subject. The topic was one that irritated him oddly. It wasn't jealousy. Why be jealous of a wife?

Vladimir's culture was a patriarchy. Wives were property and for politics. Concubines were for affection. The band Jasper wore, almost like a noble insignia, made him wonder if he'd married into the vampire equivalent of a noble family. That thought got him reflecting on the Imperium. Vladimir's culture only appeared to be a patriarchy. In reality, the Bene Gesserit sisterhood were a power in the Imperium, and they had their hands in each and every noble House. But Harkonnen, while Vladimir could do anything about it. He'd avoided the wives, he'd avoided the concubines, not hard with his inclinations- but the political pressure was a challenge. Still, he held up. So they used guile to get what they wanted. They'd got him once, damnit, they did their things to him, she made him do what she wanted, he didn't want to, he couldn't, not if they hadn't used whatever that thing they did was. He could only hope that they got nothing. . .

Vladimir forced himself off the topic before the rage and humiliation, due to horrible flashbacks of evil Bene Gesserit date rape, grew strong. He didn't want to upset Jasper, as he might not enjoy those feelings much. Fortunately, it was not hard to push them away, as Jasper was so distracting- he seemed so genuinely interested in speaking with him, and hearing the answers to questions. An unanticipated surge of actual gratitude welled up in him, brushing aside the unpleasant emotions. This one was so alien he couldn't get rid of it. Jasper made him feel like he was still himself, still someone, rather than the nobody that he technically was, here.

"I don't know if laza tigers are the same as Earth tigers- I'd have to see one." He couldn't resist a slightly playful smile at Jasper as he added, "The real ones, that is." He considered more seriously, thinking about the amount of familiarity there was here. "I think we've preserved a decent amount. Most of the native plants and animals here aren't that strange, some are identical to ours, others similar." He wasn't sure how this was managed, but, it probably had something to do with the overall size of the Imperium. They could afford to devastate some planets, as, there were others, and they could just move things there, and did. "I think it's an issue of scale. I expect parts of this world are used for industry? We select planets instead."

"Computers were a type of thinking machine, but I speak of artificial intelligence. We moved to the mentats because they still possess emotion. And I do believe you'd have the mental inclinations to the training- although you might find it a bit dull." He smiled at Jasper. He could think of so many better things for him to do. Like giving him more massages. "Hrm. . .how to explain Piter. As to what he was like- distasteful. And what he did for me- drove me crazy." He smirked. "I was not fond of him. With distance, I realize just how much I didn't like him. Piter was a very good mentat assassin, which means abhorrent. I'm sure you'd be a better 'assistant'." He said this lightly- it was evident he meant friend or companion.

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((I tried not to make the end seem forced. Since their conversation could really carry on indefinitely if we let it, I think it best to end it soon. XD Sorry for my epic slowness. In the future I'll definitely try to keep my novel length tags down so I'm not stalling our threads for quite so long.))

Even as brief and mild as it was, Jasper caught that flicker of vague irritation from Vladimir at the mention of Alice and Edward, and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. This gave him a sort of focused curious look, rather than being an expression of suspicion, which was very deliberate. He'd learnt to keep his own real emotions from showing when it was necessary to—as it so often was when attending human schools, and being in a constant state of pain due to his thirst. Staring at his teachers and 'peers' as though he'd like nothing more than to leap over his desk and eat them on the spot was never received well. Except in the case of the teachers being older women, who seemed to find that unsettling vampiric nature of Jasper's flattering.

He could guess that the Baron was becoming lost in his own thoughts simply by the very subtle shifting of emotion, then the more alarming change his anger brought, but had no way of knowing what those thoughts might be. Perhaps the Baron was also married, and wasn't particularly fond of his wife the way Jasper was of his. But, then, any marriage the Baron might be involved in would presumably be of the political variety, since he was a planetary ruler from a seemingly almost medieval future. The inexplicable gratitude caused Jasper to smile as one would at a verbal or physical cue—something he didn't normally do, since it gave him away so blatantly. But he was allowing himself that much, with Vladimir, since he knew the truth about him now. Emotions were fair game and Vladimir would do well to remember that.

He nodded thoughtfully to Vladimir's comment about tigers. "I could probably transfigure something in here to be an Earth tiger—and there's actually a few varieties of them—but," he paused as he glanced around the room, "it would be better to do it elsewhere, sometime. I wouldn't want it destroying your room." And he also wouldn't want to accidentally injure it if he had to restrain it.

"More of this planet is becoming industrialised each year. Mankind's really done a number on it. It's on a steady decline... slowly dying." Which was why it hadn't surprised him to find out multiple planets had been colonised in the future the Baron was from. He was sure he'd see the pressing need for it arise in his own lifetime.

"I am flattered you don't find me similar to your mentat, then," he said seriously, deciding it may be best not to inquire further about Piter at this point. "But I am still willing to help you in whatever capacity, if you'd like me to." He chuckled quietly. It sounded a little forced. "Not killing people for you, of course. Too much blood on my hands already. But you know what I mean." And it couldn't hurt to make his meaning clear. The raptor was by then stirring, likely sensing Jasper's faint but growing restlessness. It had little to do with their conversation, and everything to do with the smell of the Baron's blood. It would be better for both of them if Jasper excused himself to get some fresh air soon. He gradually sat up from his slouch against the cushions, giving the raptor a fond pat on the snout as he also sat up, already alert despite his prior unconsciousness.

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((No worries at all on slow- I have the same lengthy habit and should try the same. *g*))

It didn't escape Vladimir that his flash of anger seemed to cause a shift in Jasper, but he was pleased when its fading reversed it, that too-lovely smile appearing again. The Baron supposed sensitivity to emotions was a frequently frustrating thing- he wouldn't want to be assaulted with feelings all the time, unless they were pleasant ones to experience. He realized he'd have to make an effort to manifest positive emotions as much as possible around Jasper. At least it would be easy. That smile was enchanting, and Vladimir found he didn't want Jasper to suffer.

He did like Jasper's idea about transfigured tigers. That would be interesting to see, and a good excuse to spend an afternoon outside with him. . .well, probably an evening, given Jasper's remarkable trait. The subject of animals caused him to wonder if Jasper might want to accompany him on an owl-buying excursion, which presumably would involve a trip to Diagon Alley.

"I'd agree it's better not to transfigure the furniture- it seems like something for out-of-doors. But, I would like to see that, and perhaps we could venture out to the grounds some evening, although probably best we don't transfigure anything in A's garden, either." A worked hard on it, and, it would be a shame to ruin his efforts. He supported the cooking at Hogwarts with his spices, and so they seemed very important to Vladimir. "The air here's remarkably good, it apparently hasn't been put through as much as some worlds. Giedi Prime, the world I am from, is not good for sightseeing. Unless you like volcanoes, as we do have some very impressive ones. According to our histories, it did have more greenery at some point, but, never in my lifetime. We deal in industrial materials there, metals, oil, fabrication. It's a good world for that. Lankiveil, another holding, is in better shape, mostly water, but very cold." So cold the whales had fur, which happened to be a luxury commodity in the Imperium.

The fact that Jasper didn't seem to want to hear more about Piter came as a relief-. Separation from Piter was one part of his anomalous exile he couldn't regret. The only part he missed was his mentat services. Jasper really did seem better for such, here. He didn't need assassinations or incredibly complex equations run (both of which he could probably do well anyway), he just needed someone to listen to his thoughts, correct the mistakes, and to help polish his ideas. Which probably wouldn't be important here, but, he intended to treat the professor idea seriously anyway.

Vladimir couldn't help but have a flush of excitement that he quickly tried to tame at Jasper's confirming he was willing to help in 'whatever capacity'. It couldn't mean what he hoped, he was sure, but he still enjoyed the possibly unintentional innuendo. Although he hadn't missed that Jasper would probably make a brilliant assassin, that wasn't what Vlad wanted from him, so it was very easy to give Jasper an affectionate smile, and to reply lightly, "Yes, of course- I fear my requests would be far more dull." He still wasn't sure why the hell it was so easy to feel affection for Jasper. "I expect I'll just need you to come by to chat with me, perhaps every couple evenings? I certainly can't go taking all of yours." Just as many as he could manage, of course, being naturally inclined to possessiveness even when he did have the best of intentions. "And I'm sure that I'll want more of those truly remarkable massages. It really has done wonders." He noticed the raptor stirring, and Jasper looking a bit restless, and realized how much time had passed, suddenly noticing his own weariness.

"I believe it's time for bed- I hope I've not kept you too long. It's been the most pleasant evening I've had thus far at Hogwarts, and, I do appreciate it." His smile lingered as he meant this, and he added half-jestingly, "Of course, if you wanted to stay, you'd be welcome, but, I think you and your pet would find it boring." He really might have felt slightly better to have a vampire and a carnivorous dinosaur nearby while he slept- it was kind of like guards.

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"An evening walk would be nice," Jasper readily agreed. Nevermind that the Baron didn't walk. Semantics weren't important there. "You could expound on your homeworld, and those which you have a tyrannical hold over," he said lightly (and yet with clear interest), so that the Baron would perceive it as a jest, though Jasper was also quite serious. Regardless of Vladimir's unusually pleasant behaviour with him, he had little doubt that the man was very different in his own time, his own universe. He briefly reflected on the Baron's prior trace of anger, again wondering at its cause. Perhaps he'd ask, one day.

Vladimir's excitement, even as quickly tamped down as it had been, was still enough to have Jasper grinning slightly. He couldn't help his amusement—and continued astonishment at Vladimir's apparently genuine enjoyment of his company. It was... unexpected.

"Forgive me if I seem rude," he said, his smile turning a little awkward. He clearly wasn't used to explaining this to anyone; normally he'd just leave, with or without offering excuses. "But I'm afraid I'll be behaving even more rudely if I stay very much longer." The Baron should be able to guess why, so would hopefully understand. And if he chose to take any of it as innuendo, well, he was free to.

"And I don't sleep," he replied in a similarly jesting tone, though what he said was true. More accurately, he couldn't sleep. And he did rather miss the ability to dream, but wasn't sure he'd want to experience dreaming after everything he'd done in his unlife. "But thank you for the offer all the same. And especially for inviting me over—I've enjoyed our conversation." He stood, nodding politely to Vladimir before ushering the raptor toward the door. "I'll come by every so often," he said over his shoulder, "just send a note when you feel like chatting, if you don't mind, so I can be sure I'm never interrupting anything." The combination of spice, the almost overpowering scent of blood, and Vladimir's emotions still had him feeling vaguely intoxicated, and he smiled to himself as he added, "A jealous vampire is not a pretty sight..." He was hardly serious, of course, but figured the Baron would appreciate the sentiment. Just the right touch of possessiveness could be flattering.

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"We'll have to call a little stroll on the grounds a plan, then. I expect that the summer nights are lovely. It's a great deal more scenic than my homeworld, although it does have it's impressive bits of scenery." Namely volcanoes. Giedi Prime wasn't a 'nice' place at all. He smiled at Jasper, unable to dampen the affection welling up for him. To realize that this perfect creature wanted to spend further time in his company was just so flattering, somehow enhanced by the knowledge that Jasper was apparently fantasizing about him too, just in a much different way. But was it that different? Possibly not from the vampire perspective. True or not, he thought that was an unusually provocative thought.

And then came that almost painfully charming smile of slight awkwardness. It added just the right touch to his apology, and so of course the Baron did interpret it as an exceptionally delightful bit of innuendo. Jasper really was a gem, and was swiftly securing a firm position of favorite in the Baron's mind- it was difficult to imagine anyone could be more entrancing. Needless to say, the Baron was finding himself unusually happy, the emotion unfamiliar, as the Imperium didn't give that many chances for it, but, still pleasureable. And here, it didn't seem such a risk. Without the political games of the Imperium, Vladimir was finding that the environment would allow for a much wider range of behavior. Which could possibly include some level of affection for someone? It was a good enough rationale, at least- Jasper really was far too lovely for it to require too much.

He of course didn't expect Jasper to be staying the night, and so didn't experience anything but a small twinge of disappointment, easily brushed away by Jasper's easy concession to visit him whenever. And entirely eliminated by by Jasper's little statement about interruptions and jealousy. Vladimir certainly did appreciate the sentiment, and probably appeared to literally radiate his pleasure at it, to Jasper's empathic senses. Oh, what a gem indeed.

Vladimir smiled fondly at the departing vampire, and suddenly remembered something that he thought Jasper should be aware of. He really didn't want his new favorite harassed by what he was beginning to worry was some sort of stalker. "Oh, and do be warned, Jasper, there's been this. . . well, he's a raving albino with a sword, and, he's been lurking in my hallway sometimes. I've found that if you you ignore him, he eventually stops hollering." He sounded apologetic, and was, as he was pretty sure that it was specifically him that the albino was stalking on the occasions he was in the corridor. "However, I'm sure you'd be more than a match for him. I'll send you a note very soon- thank you for a lovely evening." His affectionate smile lingered, and the sentiment carried into his words- he really did think that Jasper could deal with the albino fine. Which was saying something- the albino had managed to concern Vladimir somewhat, which wasn't easy. Respect. . . that was one of the strangest parts of this unfamiliar feeling that he seemed to be unavoidably cultivating for Jasper.

Of course, this respect didn't prevent him from only halfheartedly practicing a few spells after Jasper left, and he was unable to really focus on that particular subject for long before floating off to the bedroom, where he found himself seriously resenting Hogwarts' lack of decent slaves. He wasn't supposed to have to manage this himself, but under the circumstances, there wasn't really an alternative.

((At least Jasper was well away from his room by then. XD I figured it was time to close this one, lest we find a way to make it stretch even further. *g* It's been way too fun.))