Jacob weaved through everyone, trying to find a place to settle down. He decided against using his blinding speed, as that would bring unwanted attention to him. He noticed Vincent dart his way through the crowd, and followed him. Vincent may have blended in well to other people, but, like his father Hermes, Jacob was a master of transitions and movement. It was easy to spot Vincent. The tattoos caught anyone's eyes as well. When Jacob finally reached Vincent, Mr. Masin's voice seemed to get louder as he talked. Everyone clapped in perfect sequence almost after every sentence the director said. Cheers and roaring erupted throughout the room. Jacob turned his attention back to Vincent.
"So Vincent. How have you been?" the son of Hermes asked. His shiny blue eyes glittered, reflecting his speed. "I must say, the way you weaved through the crowd was impressive, but I could have done it better." he joked.
"Of course, we have different powers, so obviously I'm going to be better at some things than you and vice versa."
"So Vincent. How have you been?" the son of Hermes asked. His shiny blue eyes glittered, reflecting his speed. "I must say, the way you weaved through the crowd was impressive, but I could have done it better." he joked.
"Of course, we have different powers, so obviously I'm going to be better at some things than you and vice versa."