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This month our very own
ReVo Squirrel caught up with
one Jasper Quinn!
RS:
“Well, there is a first time
for everything, right?” ~Settles
down as the pad of paper was
pulled out of the magic pocket,
then taking out the pen~
“So, Here I am, in Midnight
Sun: New York within
Supernatural Awakenings on
ReVo. And I'm here with....
um, what's your name Sir?”
| | J a s p e r - Q u i n n | |
Laughs lightly and shrugs
shoulders “I suppose you are
correct.” Smirking a bit and
canting my head a bit.
“Quinn, Jasper Quinn.” All in
that James bond type tone.
accompanied by a little smirk.
ok going good so far.
RS:
“Pleasure to meet you
Quinn, Jasper Quinn” ~taking
a moment to note that down~
“Tell me, Mr Quinn, what type
or creature if any you are?”
| | J a s p e r - Q u i n n | |
Crossing one ankle over his
left knee as he watched this
little squirrel. A very interesting
creature, He couldn't help but
wonder how sweet his blood
might taste, but hearing the
question snapped him back
from his little musing as he
grinned a bit. Bringing a hand
up to his chin and stroking
over it a moment. Wonering
- Do Squirrel's react to lust
as all others do? But no. He
grinned wide as the fangs now
protruding from his lips. “I'm a
vampire, a bella Morte to be
exact.” Spoken with a light yet
strangely sinister little chuckle.
RS:
~Scratching the pen
against my head a moment
as I pull out the nut and stuff it
into my cheeks.~
“And what is that exactly? I
heard of vampires before,
hell I'm a talking squirrel but
what exactly is a belle morte
vampire?”
| | J a s p e r - Q u i n n | |
Watching this little snack, err
squirrel as it scratched at its
head. Canting his own head a
bit to the side as he pondered
the question and the best way
to answer it.
“Belle Morte is a line of
vampires. There are several.
Each line carries its own,
unique gifts. Mine happens
to be one of the more
pleasurable of these powers.
Invoking lust to well from deep
inside. An uncontrollable
desire to submit to your most
deepest desires. Unhindered
by morals or even sexuality.
Depending on the amount of
Arduer that is used. But as
amazing as it can be, there
is that saying. -To much of a
good thing can be very very
bad-.”
Another little smirk touched
his lips as he now tapped that
index finger against his chin
a moment. “Would you like a
taste little squirrel?”
A light laugh given as honestly
that might be a bit weird. Sure
men or women but he has to
draw the lines at a squirrel on
his nuts. He shifted a bit at the
thought. no not good.
RS:
~Squirming a bit as you
mention what exactly it was
you do, and noticing the
way that your eyes kind of
watching me~ “Oh, no no,
I have enough nuts in my
mouth thank you!" ~moving
that walnut in my cheek ~ “
What do you do in this great
big city, Mr. Quinn?”
| | J a s p e r - Q u i n n | |
Another little laugh as the
squirrel spoke and then
adjusted his nut. Shrugging
his shoulders a bit. Again,
pondering the question asked.
“Whatever I want mostly.
But lately, I've been helping
my beast with his club, The
Underground. The most
happening hot spot in the
city. Rich with celebrities and
supernatural alike. Those with
money and a want to do what
they please without the worry
of being arrested; drugs, sex.
But only upper class of course.
Really it was a very popular
club. If you were one of the
lucky to actually be brought
down to the lower level that
is. The upper level is more for
your every day sort of people.