Transfering[sean]

[Bryan Rixon]

Bryan had to transfer schools after learning that he had powers. His parents had been familiar with Hammel after sending Sam, his brother, there. Bryan's powers had been less destructive then Sam's, but it still had weird side affects.

Bryan had been led to this office after coming on campus, but had know idea who he was meeting. Of course he had to get everything figured out like classes, and other things like that.

Bryan knocked on the door and waited to be let in. Bryan wasn't a very patient person so he knocked a few times more just to be safe.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

News of another Rixon attending Hammel had traveled quickly, and the staff meeting whereat the new recruits had been announced had been...long.

“Please tell me he doesn’t drink” one of the staff members had replied. Another had asked, “Is he anything like his brother?”

Sean had substantially more affection (and tolerance) for Sam Rixon than several of the other faculty did, but he had similar aspirations for the younger Rixon. The only thing Hammel needed less than another Sam Rixon was another Vincent Verax.

Heaven help them if that occurred.

Bryan’s student records were relatively benign, which was a start. His power was also substantially less destructive than his brother’s, which was encouraging. If he had anywhere near as much difficulty with training, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally burning down the school. Not that becoming kindling was relieving with his older brother’s infamous lack of control, but it was a start.

Because Bryan was new, and because of the psychiatrist’s connection to his brother, Sean had thought it best to arrange a meeting sooner rather than later.

When he heard the knock at his office door, he knew – and telepathy confirmed – that Bryan had arrived. From behind his desk, the psychiatrist called out, “Please come in.”

[Bryan Rixon]

Bryan opened the door and stepped inside. " Uh... Hi?" Bryan gave a slight smile like he normally did but was surprised of who he was facing. He didn't know who he would meet but he defiantly didn't expect the man before him.

Bryan walked toward the desk and stuck out his hand with the usual gloves on. ," My name's Bryan." Brian attention span was short unless there was something to focus on so immediately his eyes started to wander around the office looking at everything interesting he could find.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

The physical resemblance between Sam and the boy who walked into the office was noticeable, although not so strong as to cause confusion (regardless of the age gap). Bryan reminded Sean of the first time that he had seen Sam Rixon, those years ago, but the boy carried himself differently.

The telepathy also assured him that the two boys were quite different, even if the age gap and other signals somehow failed him.

The psychiatrist returned the smile with a small, gentle one of his own, intended to ease any nervousness that the boy had. Sean reached across his desk, took the boy’s gloved hand in his own ungloved far larger one, and gave a firm – but not hard – handshake. “It’s nice to meet you, Bryan. I’m Doctor Neville.”

Releasing the boy’s hand, the psychiatrist then gestured at the assortment of furniture around the office. The two chairs in front of his desk were the most immediate (and were to where Bryan’s older brother was often confined during office visits), but there were also the armchairs on the other side of his office. In addition to the sofa. “Make yourself comfortable, anywhere you’d like.”

Sean was prepared to move himself accordingly.

[Bryan Rixon]

Bryan took a seat at an armchair because it looked like the most comfortable and he could watch the whole entire room from the side. Bryan wasn't so sure if he liked that the guy was a doctor even if he wasn't medical. He also didn't like that his hand was much smaller than the doctors.

Bryan took a quick inspection of room," What's with all the furniture?" He put on a smile, but didn't feel it all of the way.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Once Bryan made his decision, Sean moved from behind his desk, rising to his full, imposing height. He took a file with him, crossed the office to sit in the other armchair nearby, and then set down his materials.

It wasn’t uncommon for students who were new to the psychiatrist’s office to remark on the furnishings or the layout. It was only natural to be curious about new environments. More than that, discussing the furniture was a safer alternative to discussing whatever topic was present at hand, particularly for those who were new arrivals to Hammel itself, not merely new to Sean’s office.

Since he had played an affirmative role in furnishing the office as well as the décor, the psychiatrist was prepared to explain anything. Especially if doing so might aid in setting a student at ease. “I like to have different options for people to use,” he explained, keeping his voice upbeat and his attention focused entirely on the boy. “Sofas are considered traditional, but not everyone likes to lie down.”

That was why he had the comfortable chairs in the back, for engaging in more relaxed conversation or in intense sessions.

With that discussion ended, Sean segued to the topic at hand, beginning with small. “How do you feel today?”

[Bryan Rixon]

Bryan hadn't realized how tall Sean was until he stood up and walked around his desk. Bryan liked being the center of attention and was used to it. All of sibling treated him like an angel and thought he was so cute because he was the youngest. He took full advantage of that fact.

"Does he know Sam?"Bryan thought. It was going to be interesting with both brothers at the some school, granted , Bryan didn't get into trouble as often as he brother did.

"I feel excited I guess. I mean my parents aren't around, I get to bug my brother, and I get to figure out what these powers do." He was so happy about his powers and he wondered a lot about them. Could he change his skin to whatever he wanted? Could he punch through a wall? Any thing that he could try that was cool.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean did nothing to advertise his height, although he also did nothing to hide it. As he wasn’t a student, he had no reason to slouch to try to fit in with his peers. More than that, his height could serve a useful purpose when he wanted to establish authority with students; this wasn’t one of those times.

Although the psychiatrist tried to provide students with privacy, and, when that was impossible, with the illusion of privacy, he often overheard more than they wished him to hear. It was his decades of experience with telepathy that allowed him to suppress the smile that would otherwise tug at his lips upon overhearing Bryan’s mental query.

Did he know Sam? To answer affirmatively would be an understatement. He and Bryan’s older brother were very well acquainted. Sean hoped that Bryan was better behaved than Sam, since Hammel already had one troublemaking Rixon boy in attendance.

The psychiatrist listened carefully as the boy described his feelings about coming to Hammel. They were mostly valid, and none of them were particularly surprising. Nodding to indicate his understanding, he asked further, “How did you feel when you first discovered your powers?”

The answer to that question could go a long way in predicting how Bryan would adjust to Hammel.

[Bryan Rixon]

" When I first got my powers it hurt and I only touched my doorknob. Is there any way it can't hurt?" Bryan wanted to know everything he could about his powers and had lots of questions. Bryan also gets extremely excited about anything so he took every advantage to know what he could to do awesome things.

Bryan hated the side effect of his powers but he would try to touch everything he could anyways. He didn't think anything would happen by it and it was just extremely annoying. So far nothing bad had happened but Bryan was so going to test his limits. Besides the effect of his powers didn't last forever at least so far.

" My powers rock! I am so trying to touch everything." Apparently that was all he needed to do for his powers to work was to touch something. It was so useful. Bryan also wondered if his body would be more durable if it changed into a metal or something like that. Could he break a wall?

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Pain was a common complaint. So many powers were coupled with painful side-effects, ones that would grow manageable with time and training but which, after manifestation, could seem completely overwhelming. Unfortunately, Sean wasn’t a researcher, nor was he imbued with the ability to make the rules for meta-human development. “Eventually, it won’t hurt, or, at least, it won’t hurt as much. Unfortunately, that takes a lot of training.” Training and time for Bryan’s pain threshold to readjust itself in light of the new normal.

The psychiatrist overheard Bryan’s thoughts, and he admired the boy’s enthusiasm. When he had first manifested his telepathy, Sean had experienced far less eagerness. He had yearned for silence and an end to the migraines; a desire to experiment arose much later.

The enthusiasm would serve Bryan well. It meant that the boy didn’t suffer from some of the self-loathing that many young meta-humans experienced. In turn, this meant that the younger Rixon had one fewer adolescent weight crushing him as he tried to navigate puberty, school, and social interaction. Offering Bryan a smile, the psychiatrist said, “I’m glad to hear that you like them.” Not everyone was so fortunate.

“You’ll be assigned a trainer soon, who can help you experiment with every substance you can touch. But not all at once."