Miguel didn't like the him. Dr. Vott could tell that much. More specifically, he didn't trust him. Why would he? Why should he? If he had trusted him that easily, Dr. Vott would have started to question the inquisition's members.
As to why he was here, well, The First of the Ragnarok Society had ordered him to investigate a certain appearance. Details of it were unknown but it was most likely a hollow they were looking for. He was to confirm whether it was true that it was in the hands of an inquisitor, as that was what the scanty information had given.
Then there was the matter of the threat of a daemon, the daemon that only hunted inquisitors; and to mark its victory, ate any surrounding humans. Quite an intriguing matter, considering that most inquisitors themselves, at least from his experience, were not all that powerful. In fact, in most cases, the normal people were the ones with the most licht energy. All he knew was that Gerald Tason had warned him to run when he saw it.
But who was he to judge a daemon's eating habits. He was just a beginner in the world of science. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Ah...sorry," Dr Vott said, turning his attention back to the boy in front of him, "I got lost in thought."
"Huh?" Miguel said, "Really?"
"Happens from time to time." Dr. Vott said, "So back to your question... what was it again?"
"Which faction are you from?" Miguel asked, his hands in his pocket.
"Ah, yes. I am part of the Ragnarok Society, secret society that has also made its mission to hunt and kill daemon."
"Not so secret after all, considering that you're here."
"Yet you haven't heard of us till today." Dr. Vott said. "I'll be hanging around the town, so we will be seeing each other from time to time."
"Yeah, sure. I'd love to." Miguel said sarcastically. Dr. Vott smiled and waved; not at Miguel, but at Spen.
Another problem had reared its ugly head for Miguel. He could just smell it in the air that he was no good. But what could he say. He was right on one thing. He had never heard of them in his entire life. All more of a reason to not get involved with them.
"Better stay away from him, kid." Miguel said to him. But the boy was nowhere to be found, neither was the food on his plate Miguel looked around, but he was gone. Sighing, he walked away.
"See you around," Dr. Vott said. Miguel ignored him
"Ah! Mr. Inquisitor!" Dr. Vott called out. Miguel groaned. Not him again. He didn't wake up this morning just to deal with him. Groaning, and cursing under his breath, he walked over to him, sitting down in the other chair.
"My, my, Mr. Inquisitor, this food is amazing." Dr. Vott said, "10 out of 10."
"What do you want?" Miguel asked, annoyed.
"Me? Nothing. Just wanted to chat, that's all." Dr. Vott said, "Just a chat between me and an inquisitor."
"Wow. I am going to enjoy this." Miguel said sarcastically.
"So am I, Mr. Inquisitor."
"Its Miguel. Miguel Serra."
"See! We're getting somewhere. By the way, I thought you'd be in your uniform?"
"Wear a black jacket in the hot sun for 24 hours and find out what happens. Besides, I have my rei with me."
"A rei user, I see." Dr. Vott sighed, "But from what I heard, your uniform is reinforced with licht energy to protect the wearer."
"Not really. Its like wearing a bullet proof vest in a war zone. You are still bound to get hit."
"My my. We do learn every day."
"What do you want, Mr. Ragnarok dude."
"Its actually Dr. Victor Vott. Emphasis on the doctor and I am just here to investigate."
"Investigate what?"
"Unfortunately I can't tell you what it is." Dr. Vott said, "Secret society, secret business."
"Better not involve experimenting with people. I can smell the hollow you have. You know I am authorized to take you down."
The maid placed Miguel's order in front of him and walked away. Miguel thanked her as he dug into his meal. Dr. Vott smiled. He had underestimated him big time. To think his hollow would be detected that easily. Ah well, it was just as his senior, Dr. Gerald Tason said; never underestimate an inquisitor, no matter how they may seem.
"A regular customer I see."
"Yep." Miguel said looking up at the doctor.
"Must be nice. The people here see you as a hero."
"Nah. Its just cause I do my job well. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Well, one must have a level of humility in the job he does." Dr. Vott said. "But, I do have a question, though."
"Don't we all." Miguel said, not hiding his disinterest.
"Can't your symbol be forged? I mean, it is just a red x, right? I could just Print one and wear a jacket."
"Cases like that sure have happened. That's why inquisitors uniform have their red x's injected with their prime's licht energy."
"Interesting. Okay, then my second question is..."
"Look, Mr. Vott."
"Dr. Vott,"
"Whatever. I just came here to do my job as an inquisitor and have my half eaten meal. That's all. I don't want to be interrogated by some secretive doctor with a hollow who expects me to turn a blind eye to whatever his business is."
"Actually, I don't expect you turn a blind eye, and...my oh my, i didn't think you'd be so quick to eat your food. You really are quick. I didn't even blink and half is already gone"
"Its the kid. Not me."
"You have it rough."
"Shut up." Miguel said, continuing his meal.
"Ah...yes, onto my second question..."
"Oh my goodness!" Miguel exclaimed, "You love to hear yourself speak, do you."
"Hmm...Now that I think about it, I really do. No wonder Luke was really annoyed. Anyway, I am kinda of intrigued in your profession, why do you guys find it so easy to throw away your lives?"
"Why do you guys find it so easy to not?"
"Doesn't it strike you that every inquisitor finds it easy to die fighting daemon than to fight to live another day."
"What are you, a reporter?"
"I actually once admired that position."
"Ughhh!" Miguel groaned. This guy had a reply for everything. He wanted to leave so badly."
"Look, Mr. Vott."
"Dr. Vott."
"We just do the job to the very end. That's all. Now leave me alone and let me enjoy my meal in silence."
"Ever heard of The Wolf of Shadows?"
"El loba de la sombre?" Jose said from where he stood. Dr. Vott and Miguel turned to him.
"El what?" Dr. Vott asked.
"El Loba de la sombre." Jose said, drawing closer to them. "It was the weapon of the inquisitor who died last year. It defended us from the diablos."
"A Diablos?"
"An inquisitor used it?"
"Promise on my future grave." Jose said, "A giant black wolf with eyes as white as the moon. It wasn't able to defeat the Diablos, but then it sure gave it a run for its money. It was a shame she died though. She was a good fighter and mother."
"Damn."
Wolf? Dr. Vott pondered on it. By the man's description, it sounded more like a rei than a hollow. All hollows stemmed from one source. And that source was the Hollow King. Nothing to do with wolves. Also Diablos...
"I'm lost." Dr. Vott said, raising his hand. "Why do they call it Diablos?"
"Hell would I know. Some say it has two faces, others say it had horns."
"Okay."
"Who's your new friend, Miguel."
"He's new in town. Some kind of researcher."
"What is researching? Abejas?" Jose said with a laugh. Miguel laughed as well.
"I have to go. See ya around."
"Sure."
"What was that about?" Dr. Vott asked.
"I don't know." Miguel said, standing up. "Just tell me what you find on your bees okay?"
Dr Vott sat there in silence. Bees? Him? What was that about? He sat there and continued to enjoy his meal alone. Only to realize later on that he had only eaten half of it. Where had the other half gone, no one knew, and no one would ever tell him.