An eyebrow arched delicately at the girl’s comeback, but Jasper didn’t let it distract him from his new mission, instead he smiled as the compulsion took hold, watching as the girl relaxed after cursing at him. He had no ability to read the young woman’s mind – an unfortunate shortcoming of his current youth – but that wasn’t an issue at the current time, as she began to speak about how she knew Nocturne Jackson. Jasper listened curiously.
As she finished speaking, Jasper patted at the pockets of his jeans, and then dug out a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket, lighting it up with the silver lighter he still carried. Taking a drag, Jasper blew smoke rings as he considered the young woman before him. “Tell me, sweetheart,” Jasper said mildly, pouring more compulsion into his words before taking another drag of his cigarette. “What’s your name?” The compulsion was still strong, making sure to keep a good mental grip on the girl so she didn’t bust out and cause him trouble.
When she told him her name, Jasper considered her thoughtfully. It was certainly an odd name for a girl, but it did seem to suit her. Strange, but suitable. He smiled to himself, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the ground before taking another drag. He really didn’t have any good reason to continue smoking, but it was a habit he’d had for far longer than he had been a vampire, and despite it all, he found it hard to kick. Besides, it was familiar and that tended to settle his nerves when things went outside of his normal routine. Like compelling a Shifter in the middle of a dark street.
“What does Nocturne do in his spare time?” Jasper asked, genuinely curious. He decided to get some more information on the young man that still hadn’t called him back. What else could this girl possibly know about Nocturne, that Jasper could have fun with? “What is his favourite colour? Favourite number? Most embarrassing nickname?” Jasper took another drag of his cigarette, being careful not to lose eye contact with Basil, or let his voice lose the level of compulsion. He wasn’t sure what she might Shift into, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t place nice if she escaped his clutches before he wiped her mind.
“Oh. And why don’t you give me that scarf?” Jasper smiled mischieviously.
As she finished speaking, Jasper patted at the pockets of his jeans, and then dug out a packet of cigarettes from his back pocket, lighting it up with the silver lighter he still carried. Taking a drag, Jasper blew smoke rings as he considered the young woman before him. “Tell me, sweetheart,” Jasper said mildly, pouring more compulsion into his words before taking another drag of his cigarette. “What’s your name?” The compulsion was still strong, making sure to keep a good mental grip on the girl so she didn’t bust out and cause him trouble.
When she told him her name, Jasper considered her thoughtfully. It was certainly an odd name for a girl, but it did seem to suit her. Strange, but suitable. He smiled to himself, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto the ground before taking another drag. He really didn’t have any good reason to continue smoking, but it was a habit he’d had for far longer than he had been a vampire, and despite it all, he found it hard to kick. Besides, it was familiar and that tended to settle his nerves when things went outside of his normal routine. Like compelling a Shifter in the middle of a dark street.
“What does Nocturne do in his spare time?” Jasper asked, genuinely curious. He decided to get some more information on the young man that still hadn’t called him back. What else could this girl possibly know about Nocturne, that Jasper could have fun with? “What is his favourite colour? Favourite number? Most embarrassing nickname?” Jasper took another drag of his cigarette, being careful not to lose eye contact with Basil, or let his voice lose the level of compulsion. He wasn’t sure what she might Shift into, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t place nice if she escaped his clutches before he wiped her mind.
“Oh. And why don’t you give me that scarf?” Jasper smiled mischieviously.
