Voyage Of The Summoned {Vincent}

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

[[A/N: This thread takes place on 06/11/14 after this thread.]]

Demetrius wasn't really surprised after his fight to receive a detention. He'd actually expected to receive more than just one, but he wasn't going to complain. Undoubtedly he'd run into more fights before the school year was up, ending up in more detentions than the winged boy wanted to count. Not to mention his constant urge to sneak out in the middle of the night to go star gazing.

In fact the only that surprised him about the whole ordeal was the fact his face was already bruising, and the note he'd received after leaving the office. It was simple, short, and confusing. A summons to Vincent's office. He knew the security head more than he'd like to have admitted, but it didn't explain why he was- oh. Demetrius sneered and crumpled the note before shoving it in his pocket. Vincent had obviously learned about his little... argument in the library and wanted to chew him out personally.

The small boy stomped through the hallways towards Vincent's office, a scowl on his face. Completely un-fucking-necessary. His body was tense from the after math of the fight, getting in trouble, and now having to show up to get in more trouble. It didn't help that really the only communication between Vincent and himself had occurred when the boy was sneaking out. And then maybe a few times when Demetrius popped by to drop off a lunch Mathis had made for him. So he had no real information on what the older man would use against him other than the usual tactic of disappointment and anger. That was something everyone seemed to rely on.

He paused just outside of Vincent's office, debating on whether or not he should knock before he shrugged and pushed open the door. After all the older man summoned him 'immediately', he had to be expecting Demetrius.

"You rang?" He said sarcastically, walking into the room with the air that he actually belonged. Like somehow the office was his home. "Let me guess.... Y'want Matty's cookie recipe?"

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent sat in his chair, actually he was leaning back in it, his feet up on the desk. It wasn't unusual to see Vincent like this as he was more casual than seemed plausible. He was military, he should be all strict and rigid with everything in its place including him, and he was to a degree, but it had been more than ten years since he served this country and the rigid military lifestyle had long since began to fade. Having a girlfriend seemed to help loosen him up some as well, even if they mostly just saw each other in passing. Between his job at Hammel as head of security and her job as a doctor, their lives were always being interrupted by some sort of emergency.

Today, Vincent was reading over an already impressive student file. Demetrius Wolfbane had only been at Hammel for barely a month and already was putting together a nice little rap sheet. Vincent couldn't help but smile as he read over the offenses logged by the other security officers. They mimicked another student file he knew.....his own. In his day, Vincent stayed in trouble more than he stayed out of it. He liked to fight and to argue, he couldn't help it and it seemed Demetrius was the same way. Vincent sort of knew the boy. On some of Vincent's late night rounds of the grounds, he had caught Demetrius sneaking about outside. Sure, Vincent could had reported Demetrius to one of the Dorm monitors, but seeing Demetrius' meta ability, Vincent cut the boy some slack. After all, even in the meta world, wings were impressive and rare.

Breaking the silence of the room, Demetrius entered with some snide remark as seemed to be his style and Vincent merely nodded. "Yeah, actually if you could pry that recipe from him I would like that," he said casually, looking up from the file in his hand. Demetrius had a few bruises but nothing Vincent deemed as 'serious'. Tossing the file on his desk, Vincent pulled his legs in, removing his feet from the desk, sitting a bit more professional in his chair as he leaned in forward, putting his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands together. "Want to fill me in on what exactly happened in the library?," he asked knowing that another smart mouthed comment was coming his way.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius wouldn't have liked the idea that Vincent was cutting him slack for his ability. But if he were to be brutally honest (with himself), the boy was grateful for it. He'd been granted the gift of wings, the gift of freedom. To fly high above the clouds, places even most metas couldn't go. However his body wasn't equip for it. Granted his shoulder had healed from his attempted flight, but every attempt after was met with a hard meeting with the ground. His head would spin, his breath would come in gasps. Simply put he didn't have the energy to try and maintain any sort of flight. The best he could do was momentarily lift his feet from the ground.

When Vincent responded to his offer about the recipe, Demetrius snorted some. "I could probably get his whole damned cookbook if I asked." He pointed out conversationally, feet guiding him so he could sit in a chair across from the head of security. Green eyes flicked briefly to the file sitting on Vincent's desk and Dem couldn't help but wonder if that file covered his whole life, or just the transgressions with the rules of Hammel.

Another snort left his mouth and the small boy shrugged. "Why? You've had to of heard somethin' by now. 'Else we wouldn't be having the charming little chat." He pointed out before shrugging. "It was simple, though. I was just mindin' ma business when the kid went all batshit and hit me." His smirk widened as he lied, knowing the older man would catch him. As if the sarcasm wasn't noticeable enough.

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent sat there, smiling and listening to the charming tale Demetrius wove. Lies, all of it, but then again, Vincent expected that. Vincent tried to be honest in his life, according to his viewpoints of what honesty and honor were. You see, Vincent saw the world a bit different than most, he was more conserved and to the point. He had a strict religious upbringing and as such, he walked a strange path in life. What some would call taking the law into your own hands, Vincent would call justice. He tried to maintain within the boundaries of the actual law, but sometimes he found it rather hard. Being here at Hammel made his life a bit easier. Here, he was the law to an extent and while there were bi-laws here at Hammel that even he had to abide by, he was in charge of right and wrong, at least that was how he saw it.

"Minding your own business eh?....See, that's where things just really start sounding like bullshit," he said letting out a sigh. "Your right about having the details of this disagreement in the library, but I only have one side of the report, I'd like to know yours," he said, narrowing his eyes a bit, curious to hear just what wonderful story Demetrius had in store for him. Why Vincent cared about the incident was a bit odd, but not totally out of character. In his time at Hammel, there had been a few students he had singled out and kept a careful watch on. Not just because they seemed dangerous or unstable, but because something about them just simply stood out to him. Something which caught his eye while other teachers or officials simply brushed it aside.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius let out a sigh of his own at Vincent's prodding. The boy was curious as to by exactly he cared enough to tell the other anything even if it was lies. After all Demetrius wasn't known for his warm and sunny deposition. In fact if he ever had a 'warm and sunny deposition', he'd probably inform someone they had better kill him. The closest he ever got to it was when he was dealing with someone he actually cared about. Mathis, for example. Or more recently there was Greg. And... Demetrius might as well tack on Vincent to the list, if only because they would deal with each other enough.

"Fine." He huffed, pretending that he was entirely put out by the idea rather than just wanting to leave the room. Explaining himself was also something he failed at. Green eyes glanced to the window as he tried to think back to what exactly had started the fight. "I really was mindin' my own fuckin' business, y'know. I was doin' some research on bird flight. Tryin' to figure out if there was a way that I could fly without all the damn ..." He trailed off before shrugging, "Anyway. So I was in the library and then them fuckers come in runnin' their damn mouths and they wouldn't fuckin' shut up and so I went over to tell them to shut the fuck up. I mean they're in a library. No need to hear their damn preenin' and callin'."

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent sighed again as Demetrius rambled on about his research, actually believing the boy on this point as Vincent was sure learning to fly wasn't easy. Vincent had seen some of the students with their powers trainers over the years, seeing how some took rather quickly to their meta abilities while others struggled. Vincent was one of the ones who had it rather easy. The hardest thing for Vincent to learn was holding on to the energy he absorbed and remembering that he could snap a tree in half if not careful when handling something with his bare hands. It all came down to self control for Vincent and his ability. Self control.....not really his strong point but he learned and so could Demetrius.

After the boy finished explaining himself, Vincent sat back in his chair. He could understand the frustration Demetrius would have felt in the library. The boy was doing his best to adapt to his meta ability and learn how to use it and he didn't need some gaggle of people prattling on about this and that right in his ear. However, in the eyes of Hammel and its rules, that didn't give the boy the right to start a fight. "I could rattle on about how you know better and how you should learn some self control, but I've gotta felling you won't really listen," he said doing his best not to smile at the boy. Demetrius wasn't really a bad kid, he just had a short fuse and Vincent could relate. "So, who gave you the detention and what sort of punishment do you have to pull?," Vincent asked curious as to who had the luck of dealing with the rather volatile youth. Vincent hoped it was Sean who had to deal with all of that cluster because while Sean had been very helpful in showing Vincent how to deal with is PTSD, Vincent liked to see the good doctor's neat little life ruffled a bit now and again.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Vincent better believe that Demetrius was there trying to figure out his ability. Because that is exactly what the slight boy had been doing. He even had the notes to prove it. So far he'd become sure that he had vulture wings and was currently trying to find research if they had the flight patterns of hawks or if he'd need more flapping. After that he'd move onto researching air currents and all that fun stuff. Anything to keep his days busy.

If asked Demetrius would state he didn't start the fight. Lucas had thrown the first punch and therefore he would take blame for the whole fight. Regardless of whatever words Demetrius might of said. "Why listen to somethin' I've heard before?" He responded easily, leaning (more like slouching) back in the chair to hide the lethargy he felt. Having his wings out as long as he did had done nothing to help he maintain an adequate energy level. Very casually he rested his head against his hand, elbow balanced on the arm of the chair. "Got a detention from Dr. Neville. I'll be helpin' out cleanin' around campus. I think either groundskeeper or janitor." He said lightly, eyes watching Vincent with interest. "Dr. Neville is makin' me come in again, but I think it's for somethin' different. Probably counselin' or somethin'." Despite the fact he freely offered the information, Demetrius didn't want Vincent to pry. He didn't know the man enough, he didn't trust the man enough, and frankly it wasn't any of the man's business.

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent couldn't help but smile a little as he heard it was Sean that Demetrius had to deal with for this incident. It would do both of them some good to deal with the other one. Sean was far too laid back in his life and Demetrius was wound up tighter than a banjo string. Just imagining the little discussion those two had made Vincent wish he could have been a fly on the wall. The detention detail which Sean had assigned Demetrius seemed a rather fitting one as well. There wasn't nothing like some good old fashioned manual labor to take fight out of anyone, plus the exercise would do Demetrius some good, might even help him develop enough upper body muscle to actually put those wings of his to good use.

The mention of another appointment with Sean piqued Vincent's interests as well. He suspected Demetrius was right in his assumption of it being about some sort of counseling, after all, what else could Sean want from the boy. "Well, if Sean is wanting to schedule an appointment for some therapy, it couldn't hurt. He may come across as a flake, but the man is good at his job. He's helped a lot of people here, myself included," Vincent added letting Demetrius know he wasn't the only one holding back on secrets. Maybe if the boy saw that Vincent wasn't as well put together as he seemed, then perhaps he might drop his guard just a bit and actually try to put a bit of faith in the system here at Hammel.

Then finally with a rather heavy sigh, the sort which indicates some sort of life lecture wasn't far off, stood up from his chair and moved over to the one window in his small office. "Like it or not Demetrius, your stuck here at Hammel for a while, so I suggest you do your best to make the best of it all and try to get it through your thick skull that the officials here are actually trying to help you," Vincent said, giving Demetrius a sort of warning look which indicated that the boy had better ponder Vincent's words and choose the option of just remaining quiet, although that there was a strong chance that wasn't about to happen.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

((Screw this. Short. Reply. Too lazy and too tired and brain too flighty to try and make anything work))

Green eyes watched in suspicion as Vincent spoke about it appointment with Sean. If the older man thought his words were of any comfort to Demetrius, he was sadly mistaken. If anything, knowing that the man had once required counseling had the small winged boy's jaw clench uncomfortably against the hand it rested on. For all the boy knew Vincent could have required anger management sessions with Neville. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Mathis' whispered the possibility that Vincent could have been just depressed. "He's a telepath." Demetrius finally huffed, as though that would explain everything. Though given his limited experience with telepaths it probably would have. Especially considering the fact Greg, the only telepath he knew, was an invasive sort and he didn't doubt for a minute that Neville would try to do the same to him.

Demetrius watched with lessening suspicion as Vincent left his chair, tracking the man's movements with the eyes of hawk. He feverishly tried to ignore the sigh until it became an impossible task thanks to the guard deciding to lecture him. His jaw tensed more at the words leaving Vincent's mouth and he forced his lead filled head up in order to return the warning look with a heated glare of his own. It took a lot of effort not to immediately lash out verbally and after a few tense moments the boy simply slumped back into his original position, too tired to fight with other with his full energy. "You're fuckin' insane if y'think people are tryin' to help. The only thing people 'round here want to help is helpin' themselves to my fuckin' shit." he finished off lamely, having to bite back his original accusation. "Anything else, Dad, or we just gunna continue this pitiful excuse for a lecture?"

[Vincent Romanov]

"Yeah, he's a telepath, but Sean is different and I give you my word on that," Vincent said, vouching for the aforementioned doctor. Not many people liked being anywhere near a telepath, Vincent included, but that was a luxury he could not afford. Good thing for him, one look into his war scarred mind was enough to make any telepath want to run screaming from his mind. Everybody had secrets and Demetrius was no exception and while he may have had some bad luck with a few telepaths around the school, Vincent knew Sean was a different breed altogether. Sean was one of the few telepaths who held himself to a strict code of mental conduct. The man never entered another persons mind without permission and for that Vincent held great respect for the good doctor. Of course, Dr. Sean had also been a great help to Vincent in dealing with his PTSD, so that might have made him a bit biased.

At Demetrius' last statement, Vincent only sighed. He just stared at the boy, feeling a bit sorry for him. Vincent wasn't a psychiatrist but he knew trust issues when he saw them. Vincent saw so many wash out of Ranger trainer because they simply couldn't trust their teammates. Yeah sure, trust wasn't easy to come by or give, but eventually, you had to trust someone somewhere. "So....you think I'm here just to use you for whatever it is you have to offer or something? And what about Matty? What, is he here because your some great meta that he can ride along on you coattails?," Vincent asked, hoping the boy would see the absurdity of what he just said. Turning his back on Demetrius', Vincent went back to the window and waved his hand as if dismissing the boy. "Go on your highness, I've about had enough of your ego for one day," he said, curious if Demetrius would leave or not.

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

Demetrius snorted slightly at Vincent's words, slumping further in his chair. He lived with a telepath. If Dr. Neville was any different than Gregory than the meeting would probably be terrible. At least Gregory only read his surface thoughts and even then he could be scared away by mental images of sex. Which, Demetrius would just say was helping the telepath train. Yes, that was it. He was just making sure Greg knew how to stay out of people's head long enough to not get punched in the face. "A leopard may smear dirt on its pelt, but it will never wipe out its spots." He mumbled, partially under his breath. It was a close as he wanted to get to being civil currently, since he was still partially riding on his adrenaline high of the fight. Even if had been awhile since the fight.

It wouldn't take a telepath to know Demetrius had trust issues, and that was putting it mildly. Demetrius was a firm believer that people would chew you up and spit you out if you lowered your guard. There were a few exceptions to his rule but those exceptions were few and far between. Currently it consisted of two individuals- Mathis and Matthew. "Almost everyone has an ulterior motive." He said bluntly, green eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of his friend. "Shut the hell up. Y'know as well as I do Matty ain't gunna ride on shit." With that great defense of his friend, Demetrius' lips quirked slightly. "It's everyone else I gotta watch out for. Everyone's got somethin' they're wantin'. Be it possessions, carnal pleasure, self gratification, a sense of duty, morals. Some people just like feelin' like they're doin' the world good helpin' a charity case. Some are just flat out assfucks." He shrugged at the end and let his head slump against his hand.

"Naw. Longer I stay here, longer I ain't gotta go see the nurses again."

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent touched a nerve, of course a blind man could see that though. That had been Vincent's goal, its what he did, how he was. Black and white, that was the world, no room for in between. The older man put his hands behind his back and stood straight as he had done so in the service so many years ago, a habit that couldn't be undone. "Everyone is a charity case at some point, some more than others. I watch over you kids everyday because its what people like me do. Yeah, sure, we like the pat on the back for doing a good job and yeah, some of us do it because we think those we help can't help themselves. What's wrong with that? You sit here and whine only because men like me stand at the gates and keep the monsters away and yeah, I do it because you are a charity case. You want to play the lone wolf, then go ahead and see how far that gets you in life. People get used and use other people every day, that's how it all works. You don't like it, tough shit," Vincent said, his voice snapping back into that old tone he used to have when addressing the new recruits. If Demetrius wanted to play the big man, then Vincent would oblige him, let him see what a real man was and wasn't.

Turning fully, Vincent stared at Demetrius, "Freaking hypocrite. Sit here and sulk about people abusing and using you even after I told you I was done with you. You said it yourself, the longer you sit here the longer you can avoid the nurses. If your so fed up with how people treat each other, then do something about it little Johnny piss pants," Vincent said, taking two quick steps toward Demetrius, stopping just short of the chair altogether. "I've been trying my damn best to help you here kid so if I was you I might show a bit more gratitude and actually think over what I tell you every now and again," he said sharply, staring down at Demetrius. The unmovable object. What would Demetrius do exactly? Fly off into a rage of cussing and ranting or would he actually take a swing at Vincent. Demetrius wouldn't be the first kid to take a swing at the old man and if he did, he wouldn't be the last.

"What's it gonna be kid? Not everyone out there is the bad guy you know," Vincent said, his voice still stern, but calmer now. He didn't want to drive a wedge between the two of them because Vincent did want to help the boy. If not careful, Demetrius could be one of those few who somehow just slip through the cracks of the system and that couldn't happen because the system had to be flawless, if not, then what was Vincent even doing here?

[Demetrius Wolfbane]

((200 or less~ Sorry! That is the rule for this week with only a few minor exceptions.))

Demetrius snapped his mouth shut, hard, at Vincent's words. He wanted nothing more than to speak back against the older male but even Demetrius wasn't stupid enough to do so. He had a sense of self preservation. Instead he merely clenched his jaw shut in an attempt to keep back the words threatening to spill out.

He clenched it hard enough that he tasted a splash of copper in his mouth, probably from biting his cheek. Green eyes narrowed some as Vincent stepped towards his chair and without really thinking he shoved his feet hard on the floor to push away from Vincent, putting distance between them before he finally actually spoke.

"Get off your fuckin' high horse." He mumbled softly, taking the space given to be able to stand off. "What the fuck am I supposed to think about? How fuckin' good y'are at telling a lie? How amazin' y'are when your precious fuckin' job is on the line? If it is so much effort ta keep the monsters out, then maybe we shouldn't exist anyway!"

((Wow... This was really shitty....
Sorry))

[Vincent Romanov]

Vincent took a very long and deep breath as Demetrius exploded right in his face. This was just a kid, Vincent had to reign it all in as best he could. So, Vincent closed his eyes and crossed his arms. He just stood there in the silence, mentally counting to ten to try and calm his own anger. He knew Demetrius had some reason to be the way he was, anger like that wasn't something you were born with, it was learned. Vincent had his own inner demons and like Demetrius, he had been rather volatile in his youth. Hopefully though, Demetrius would find some way to filter that anger before it destroyed him.

Opening his eyes, Vincent stared at the boy before him. The anger could be felt in the air. "I think we both need to cool down a bit. Why don't you go into town for a while, I'll give you a pass, tell the guards at the gate to let you through," Vincent said, moving back to his chair once again, but stopping behind it, putting both hands down upon it, squeezing it hard, trying to hide his own anger. "If any teacher gives you crap about it, tell them to bring their problem to me,that I was the one who said you could go to town," he said, still squeezing the chair hard, the leather almost ready to give way to the strength the older man had.

"After we've both calmed down a bit, I want to see you again. We have some things to talk about and some actions which need to be addressed," Vincent said as calmly as he could, forcing a smile at the boy, but deep down what Vincent wanted to do was put his fist through the wall.

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