Joanna
*Ostan sat in a comfortable plush armchair, the library fairly quiet around him. It is about 5pm, and sunset shone through the windows, casting a gentle light over the library. There werent many people around... That wasnt helped by the fact that the selection was* ***Absolutely atrocious!*** *For a parahuman school, this place had surprisingly little information about parahumans. He held one of the only books he could find, but even this information was terribly scant. Most of it was self evident, and what wasnt was surface level at best. He sighed loudly, taking notes in a small notebook. He held the larger tome on his knees with his notebook in his lap.* 

*He was dressed in his normal ensemble, a long and ornate violet gown straight out of the Victorian era. His Rapunzel length gray-silver hair fanned out behind him as his dull violet eyes traced the pages. In his hand he held a pen, which he twirled absentmindedly. The ends of his fingers were... Black. His already pale-gray skin turned an almost charcoal tone. Every few seconds his eyes would pull away from his books as he scanned the library.*

*He was looking for something, anything interesting. If he couldn't find things out from the books, he would learn from the people instead. So far no one had particularly caught his eye, but he was still on the lookout. He had some interesting ideas for possible uses of parahuman test subjects in his alchemy... But he couldnt very well go around asking people for hair and nail clippings... Much less blood, which would be preferable by far. So instead he would have to make some friends.*
Kathryn
Agnes wasn't really keeping track of how long she'd been at Newton's Cradle. That was something people did in prison and they'd rather not draw those sort of conclusions about this place. It hadn't been long. Enough to have a rough idea of where things were, but she used the map. Enough to start recognising some people, but not by name. Hopefully that'd change. She wasn't super high energy, but having only been fully awake a few hours she felt more lively than those that had already drudged through their nine to fives. 

She wore a jet black long sleeve shirt, leggings and a medium length skirt. In the right sort of lighting she'd look more like a silhouette than an actual person. Her slowly paling skin highlighted her angular face well, but her loose black hair framed it rather awkwardly.

Today's mission was to explore the library. The idea of being some sort of parahuman - and not alone in that - was still new to her, and if any place had answers it'd be the library. After nodding politely to the library she darts to the tall shelves filled with books. Normal books. There was nothing supernatural here. Surely there must be, monster books with gnashing teeth or books that smelt odd or, or anything. She just smelt paper.

The winding shelves led her deeper into the library. Without paying much attention she brushes past Ostan to keep looking through books, hoping one of them would just... Call out to her. That's how this stuff worked right?

One book looked out of place; it had been returned the wrong way around so the edges of the pages were visible. They were yellowing slightly, and were uneven. With some poorly contained excitements she pulls the book out and looks at the cover. Beige coloured with a navy blue spine, her excitement quickly faded. The cover had a creepy looking man in a formal penguin suit and pinstripe pants, looming over a trio of downtrodden children. In sharp, stark letters were the words *A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Bad Beginning.* A normal book. Just like every other damned book here. She sighs, and slips the book back in, now the correct way around.
Joanna
*Ostan looked up, and his eyes found a newcomer to the library... She didnt look out of the ordinary... Well he supposed everyone here was weird one way or another. Hell, a truly normal person would be the sore thumb in the cradle. Still... While it wasnt really her appearance that drew his attention... It was her search. She moved through the library with an obvious mission, a goal, and found it nowhere. The mix of dejection and disappointment was easy to see since he had felt the same emotions not even 30 minutes prior... So he decided to try to be helpful.*

*He stood up and began moving towards her. His stride was casual yet graceful, and he moved almost silently. His appearance was striking, with his hair literally coming down to the floor and going a bit beyond that. He walked up to Agnes quietly, possibly sneaking up on her depending on her perception. She was one of the few people not taller than the petite noble. Though he didnt need the height, he still stood with posture befitting Victorian nobility.*

"Would you happen to be searching for texts describing our parahuman nature?" *He asked quietly, proffering the book towards her.* "If so, this is the only tome I have found on the matter. It says miraculously little despite being such a thick volume, but maybe you can find secrets within it's pages that I have not." *He said with a soft sigh, opening his journal with one hand and rereading his last page.* 

"Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Ostan, Ostan Tei Sheios. Whom might you be?" *He asked, looking down at the newcomer. She was interesting, her clothing make her look more like a silhouette... And her pale skin and dark ensemble made him think of a boy he had seen only once before.*
Kathryn
The spine of the book had a comforting velvety feel as she ran her finger down it. It was about an orphaned family, flung into situation after situation struggling to deal with the loss of close friends and family. One of the many book series she had read multiple times. Some of themselves was in the Baudelaire children, and her thoughts went to her mother. They last saw her only a couple days ago, but the distance was already starting to hurt. It was in that melancholic state she turned to go ask of the librarian.

They jump and make a noise in surprise at the person who seemed to have magically appeared behind them.
"Yes?" She asks without really registering what had been said. "Ah. Yes. Yes I was. Am." They stumble through their words. "Thank you," She says softly and takes the book. It was heavier than expected so she struggles for a moment to adjust the weight, then looks back to Ostan.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Agnes. Elisabet Agnes Liljeström if we are going by full names. Very professional," She tries to laugh to reduce her own nerves, but with her racing heart and her eyes still trying to take in everything that he was, it was more like an emphasised exhale.

"Yeah, new here. You can probably tell." Even with her hushed voice their was still the squeaks of a voice that hadn't quite fully formed. "I really don't know anything so um, I'm sure anything in here would be new." She casts her gaze back down at the tome, dreading reading it all. Reading was nice and all but, she'd like to have time to do other things for the next month. "This is quite a lot of information. You said you already read it maybe..." They swallow the lump in their throat, "You could maybe help?"
Joanna
*He tilted his head slightly at Agnes' awkwardness. Well... He could work with that. He took a step back before moving into a small curtsey upon Agnes naming herself.* "It is a pleasure to meet you." *He glanced up to check her reaction, before signing softly as he realized he would probably have to change his approach. Everyone here was so... Casual... It went against most of the things his parents and tutors had taught him... Though being this professional was obviously more harmful than helpful... He would need to get close to people in the end, and it is hard to do that with the restrictive nature of professionalism. So he changed it up.*

*Coming out of the curtsey, he fell into a more casual pose. The careful mask seemed to slip, fading from his face... Though in actuality he had simply replaced one mask for another.* "I understand that book can be alot. I have my notes from it if you would like a look. I estimate they are likely restricting information about our nature for a reason. Hopefully they will be more loose-lipped in class, but that is obviously not the case for the library" *He said with a soft sigh, shaking his head. He offered her his notebook, a small journal with a pale violet leather cover. The inside cover says it is the 7th entry. The journal itself is very new, and Ostan is using it to catalogue his parahuman discoveries... So right now only the first dozen or so pages are filled in. His handwriting is imperfect in an almost deliberate way. It looks like a notebook out of a game, with tight script filling the pages along with quick sketches.*

"I have skimmed the book, but I am currently working on an in-depth analysis of its contents. As i said before, it contains remarkably little information..." *He leads, before diving into full depth about the book's contents. He tries to leave space for Agnes to respond with her own comments and questions... But it is obvious that he loves talking about his research.*
Kathryn
"Yes, hopefully," She responds to the hope of being told more in class. Agnes had arrived towards the end of the schooling year though, so a lot of what was being said didn't really make much sense. The journal, while probably more useful, didn't seem to be any more friendly to someone who knew next to nothing. "Thank you," She says anyway and turns the journal over in hand. Other than a spontaneous urge to read it through a magnifying glass, it seemed beyond her. Some people had powers, sure, but why? They could hardly even use their own sometimes. It felt arbitrary.

They listen to as much of what Ostan said as possible, but the few pauses between strings of words weren't enough time to even think of a question, let alone ask it. By the time she figures out what to say, they've lost track of what was being said.

"I know I have powers, only two I think but I've heard its usually three?" It was much a question as a statement about themselves. "I sort of know how to use one. Ish. The other I don't really know, it just sort of... Happens sometimes?" They try to make vague hand wavy motions, but trying to cradle two awkwardly sized books while her left arm was in a cast, they nearly drop the journal. "Oop. Ahh. Like do I have to say some magic words or something?" She says each word individually, it's very clear she has no idea what she's talking about. "Or maybe a magic wand? Wizards need a wand right? Cause I'm not a witch. Maybe. I don't do plants magic or mix things together. Or maybe I am. I didn't need a wand before. Would a wand help?"

They've gained some composure and Ostan having stepped back certainly helped. "Maybe we should sit somewhere?"
Joanna
*He listened to her quietly, mentally slapping himself for moving too quickly through his explanations... And handing the girl in a cast two books! That was positively ungentlemanly. He took the infuriating book from her, holding it himself so she didnt have to try to balance both books.*

"Yes, sitting would be nice" *He said softly, walking the two of them over to a small reading nook. There were two chairs with a small table between them. The chairs had thick cushions and the nook was lit by a small, warm table lamp. He put the book on the table before sitting down to consider what she had said...*

"Now... From what all we know you should have three abilities. I havent heard of anyone having less. I personally have three. I dont believe they have a magic word trigger, but they may require some kind of material component." *He said softly, reaching onto his wrist. There he has a large bracelet, with a silver medallion on the top. He snapped the clasp, taking the bracelet off and handing it to Agnes.* "That... Is a alchemic circle, it helps me with two of my abilities. That circle in particular is what I would call a base, the basic instructions needed for almost every transformation I make." *The alchemic circle was beautiful, carved in the same pattern as his Intranet pfp (Trismegistus, I can send you the actual image). The plate was made of silver, with incredibly detailed and intricate carvings being made in the surface of the disk.* 
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*He reached into a fold of his dress and pulled out a small case of chalk, reaching down to grab the book and put it in his lap. He began drawing a circle on the back of the book in chalk, drawing shapes and runes both inside and outside of the circle. He then reached for his bracelet back, holding it in his left hand. He placed two fingers of his right hand onto the medallion, and closed his eyes. Within the groves of the disk, an opaline liquid seemed to form. He gracefully pulled his hand up, creating an arc that moved from the medallion to the transmutation circle on the book's back cover. The liquid followed his fingers, flowing and sparkling in the light. When it hit the circle, it began to glow as the liquid moved across the chalk. Agnes would notice that every single line of chalk was connected, so the liquid could easily flow through the entire circle. The circle shone brilliantly bright, and suddenly the book changed. Leather and paper became silver. Pages fused together, and the piece became solid. Though Agnes couldnt see it, Ostan knew the book was now hollow inside. He wasnt worried at all about damages, since the object "Remembered" Its previous form, and would return to it soon. He had drawn a quick circle, so it wouldnt last that long... But he still profered the book to Agnes.*

"This is one of my abilities, a form of transmutation. My others make me immune to toxins aswell as allowing me to create... Well potions is the best word for them" *He said with a soft smile.* "Now, you say you only have two? I would have to assume you have another, you simply may not be aware of it. What powers do you know about? How do they work?" *He asked, leaning forward slightly, obviously keenly interested to hear about another's powers. He would also offer her his bracelet incase she wanted to examine it further.*
Kathryn
They silently thank him for taking back the heavier book. If she were a more confrontational person, or knew how to voice her own concerns she might not have had to juggle both books at once. But she wasn't, and knew something similar would inevitably happen again. She follows him to the quiet nook of the library and sits opposite Ostan, taking a spare cushion and placing it in her lap to rest the heavy cast after putting the other book down on the table. She watches in awe as the book transmutes before their very eyes, watching the liquid spread through the circle.

"That's..." They take some time to examine the tome. It felt like silver, this didn't seem like just an illusion. Tentatively she tests the weight, and is surprised to see it feels about the same. Setting it down again it knocks against the table and she can hear that it had been hollowed. They felt a pang of grief, had this book just been ruined? All the knowledge destroyed? They were about to ask, when instead questions were turned on her.

"...Very impressive. Mine are, not that heh. I know for the one I sort of understand I need to be able to see the moon," She looks around the windowless moon, "I think it should still be in the sky though, so a window would be enough. East, and probably south by now too actually. Can worry about that later. Anyway, I can create like an illusion of a moon. Not our moon, it looks different. But the phase matches, doesn't matter how you look at it. Sorta see through it. Gives off a bit of light. About yay big." She uses her good hand to give a rough size between the table and her hand, a bit over half a metre.

"The other... I'm not sure. It's only happened a few times and I'm not all too sure how it works. It got, darker? It felt darker, but it wasn't. It was at night, obviously no one else was around. I think it would've been darker for them? But only natural light, and only at night. I don't see a difference, but I can sort of... Feel a difference? Does that make sense? I've no idea how to 'activate' it. No idea what the third could be."

They had relaxed as they began to trust Ostan, and didn't stammer anywhere near as much as before now. They still spoke with uncertainty, but not because of nervousness. They relaxed in the chair and looked back at the silver tome. Where each page ended and the other began was impossible to see.
"Is that... Like that forever?" She asks, not looking away. "Its cool and all but... It's kinda destroyed?"
Joanna
"Oh dont worry!" *He said with a soft smile, understanding what Agnes was thinking.* "My transmutations are... Unstable, meaning that with time the circle will distort. Eventually one of the lines will break, and the object will revert... But if you arent fond of waiting..." *He said with a knowing grin, leaning over and placing a finger in the center of the circle.* "You can break it yourself" *He said, slowly beginning to draw his finger through the circle. When he met a line, there was a bit of resistance. The better designed and specific the circle, the harder it would be to break, but since this one was drawn with chalk with an emphasis on speed rather than longevity, he was easily able to break the lines. When a line broke, the liquid began disintegrating into a fine dust which floated in the air before disappearing. Within two seconds the entire circle was gone, and the book reverted in an instant. He knocked on the cover before opening it and flipping through the pages. They were perfect, well... Perfectly like they had been only a few moments prior.*

"Objects have... Memory. They remember what they were before my influences, and will revert to that state to the best of their ability when my spell breaks. It is quite interesting in my estimations, though i have yet to test the full limits. If an object is broken somehow it will often revert in as many pieces were created. Oh also, physical contact with the circle must be maintained... So if I had ripped the back cover off of the book the rest of it would have reverted instantly while the cover maintained its silvery form." *He explained, his passion for this form of "Science" Obvious.*

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*He listened to her explanation of her abilities, and considered them while giving his demonstration of his circle.* "And... It seems your abilities are all linked to the moon. Its... 5:30ish I believe, meaning dusk should be happening as we speak. I would be curious to see these effects in action if you wouldnt mind stepping outside of the library for a few minutes. I am not sure if the phase of the moon matters, but we should be only a night or two away from a full moon. I would love to be able to see your abilities firsthand, afterall second hand accounts are rarely as reliable." *He said softly, thinking through her abilities... She must have a third nested within there somewhere, and if the theming of the moon was universal and her other abilities only worked under moonlight, it was logical to assume this illusive third ability would only work in similar conditions.*
Kathryn
They watch with some relief as the book changes back, to what she can tell as to be exactly how it was before. The idea of objects having memory didn't sound right though. They're just... Objects. But, she had just seen a book turn to pure silver and back again, so what'd she know.
"Impressive," She comments genuinely. "I don't think you could rip the back cover off of a silver block though," She chuckles.

What had been discussed about her own powers was all stuff she already knew, but actually talking with someone about it helped put the pieces together.
"The seventh," She says quickly. "The full moon is the seventh, and yes, the sun is setting. That's not my third power. Knowing where the moon is I mean, I just check it online each day. It won't be properly dark until eight though I think. So, plenty of time for demonstrations before then." They stand up slowly, leaving both books behind.

"Although, I've got to have lu- dinner soonish, bit hungry. And lots of studying to do. Playing catch up still. Heh. Should still be able to do it during the day, I can do it. Just, not as well. You'll see." There was a sliver of fear in her voice, and despite her own admittance to proper night being hours away, she seems eager to get it over and done with before then. They walk back the way they came and towards the southern entrance, pausing to make sure Ostan was following. They walk quickly for their short height and despite it, still slouch over. The thick black boots that *K'duh k'duh* With each step counteracts the height lost. From behind the silhouette effect was even more pronounced, the only skin visible being her hands, with dark grey matte painted nails.
Joanna
*Ostan laughed softly at the comment.* "Yes, I doubt I would be strong enough to rip the metal off... Particularly because the book fused together mid transformation for stability. I would either need to make it a different material or I would need power tools." *The idea of objects having a memory wasnt a perfect comparison... But it was close enough that Ostan planned to use it commonly. In his mind it was more like... An equal but opposite force. For example when you poke dough after it has risen, it will often spring back to its previous shape. This was similar to that. Creating a transmutation "Poked" The object, and when that seal broke the energy was released and it would spring back to its original form.*

*He listened to her moon facts, not really understanding what the notation "The seventh" Meant but knowing enough to follow an obvious expert's opinion. He nodded at the explanation of the time. He was still struggling to adjust to the changes in latitude. As she mentioned her lack of meals he raised an eyebrow. She had obviously been about to say lunch, and he examined her with a careful eye... Though he wasnt one to call out paleness, she had very light skin. Though he had a "Normal" Sleeping schedule, it would make sense for one with lunar powers to tend to operate during the night.*

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*The two of them stood and began walking. As they did, Ostan chimed in.* "Now, I assume you operate primarily while others are asleep? I could easily see one with your power set being quite the night owl" *He said with a cheeky grin. He wouldnt comment on it beyond that, simply wishing for Agnes to know that he knew. They walked out into the parking lot, before moving out a bit further, away from the natural lights of the cradle. It was dark, though it wasnt quite night yet. Even still, the moon could be seen on the horizon, just poking above the treeline. That side of the sky was the deepest shade of navy, as the other side of the sky was still showing evidence of the sun. Sunset had happened a little while ago, yet the tendrils of light had yet to leave the sky. As they walked Agnes may notice Ostan's hair trailing on the ground... Now one would expect this to be absolutely horrible, with twigs and rocks and all other kinds of debris getting caught in his locks of hair... But instead his hair seemed to glide above the ground, with nothing being able to find purchase on it.*

"I am sure it will be more than fine. I am excited, I haven't seen many examples of parahuman abilities." *He said softly, watching the shorter girl's silhouette. The effect was... Interesting to say the least. The two of them moved quickly, walking a fair distance from the main building.*
Kathryn
Agnes looked over her shoulder to listen to what he had assumed about her sleeping habits, but decides against saying anything and turns back around. It was, sort of true? They didn't think it was related to her powers, she'd been like this long before her powers first appeared. Although it might've been possible she always had them, and just didn't know.

Stepping out into the parking lot, she was a little disappointed to see they had missed the sunset. The treeline probably blocked most of it, but at least some pink and orange rays poked between the canopy. It was rather pretty. Sure enough towards the south east the moon was visible. Not quite full, but it would be at the end of the week. Being in the presence of the moon she felt... Calmer? The moon had always been a fascination, even if it meant properly seeing it meant being in the dark. The full moon was the best, it illuminated the world just enough to not be completely terrified of the dark, and it made using her powers easier. Yet the sun still lingered, and tickled at the back of her mind, making it just a bit more difficult to feel for her power. There was another feeling, one she hadn't felt in this context before. Familiar though, as if she were about to do a presentation or speech for school. Stage fright. Agnes had never used her powers in front of someone else before. Until arriving at Newton's Cradle it felt wrong somehow.

"Uhm. Could you turn around?" She asks politely, but doesn't turn her head to see if he listened.
With a deep breath she begins to focus. They put both their hands out as if carrying a heavy box, and the air around them begins to shimmer. Her face screws up in effort as she tries to force the power out, rather than relax and let it flow easily.

Over the span of only a couple seconds tiny points of light of various shades of grey and pale blue stream from her fingertips and coalesce into a roughly spherical shape, the size mentioned earlier. As each point of light falls into place the picture resolves itself into a pale blue moon. Despite not existing in an orbit a sliver is darker than the rest, matching the phase of the real moon exactly. The pock marker craters however, were entirely unique. It gave off a very faint blue glow which made her skin look even paler.

"I'm not very good at it," She shudders and calms her breathing. It looked like it took a great deal of effort out of her, but now that it is formed it seemed remarkably easy to maintain. They walk a few paces away, and once its more than about 5ft away it begins to follow her slowly, until its within the 5ft again. Walking around it, the picture looks identical no matter the angle, as if it were a static image placed into the world. Like a 2d sprite in a 3d videogame that always faces the player character.

"That's the first one I said. I can't really do the other one, and I think it's still too bright anyway." They explain.
Joanna
*As they stepped out Ostan looked around the parking lot, lacking a real appreciation for the sunset. It was pretty, but he had seen many before and this one wasnt unique in comparison. As they stepped out further into the darkness, he rolled his eyes at her request. He was here to examine her powers, of course he would have to look... But, well not moving would be rude... So instead he grabbed his dress and ruffled it, making it sound like he had turned around while instead he watched. He pulled out his notebook, prepared to take notes throughout the whole process.*

*It was a gorgeous effect, points of light moving and resolving into an image that threatened to break the mind. An object with a universal viewing angle... Meaning it was projecting the same image to everyone at once. Such things should be physically impossible... Maybe the moon wasnt actually there though. It could be something overlaid on his vision... Though viewing it through a camera's lens should either prove or disprove that. He would attempt it in a moment.*

*As she turned to look at him, he made an act of turning around at the same time to maintain the illusion that he hadnt been watching. He approached the moon, attempting to make a rough sketch of its surface. To do this he tried approaching it, attempting to make contact with its surface.* "It looks beautiful" *He said quietly, watching the celestial body intently. Even if she couldnt show him her other power, this would provide some very interesting data... Data that would be very, very useful indeed.*

*He also pulled out his phone, pulling up his camera app and looking through the device to see if the moon appeared on the screen aswell. He was testing three theories in this moment. First, he tried getting close to the moon. It seemed to stay 5 feet away from Agnes, but could he get closer? Second, making physical contact with the moon. Third, seeing if it was actually present in the world or something projected onto his vision.*
Kathryn
"Uhh.. Thanks?" She wasn't sure whether to take what he said about the moon as a compliment to herself, or the power, or to just the moon. Sure the moon was nice enough, but it was static. It only moved to follow her, but looked the same no matter where you looked at it from. It would be nicer if it were a proper object with depth and-

Her train of thought was cut of when she realised Ostan was holding up his phone to take a picture of the moon. They instinctively steps out of frame, being quite camera shy. The moon was still within the range however, so it does not move. It seems to only move it's too far away, rather than attempt to stay at a fixed distance.

Approaching it, the projection doesn't move away from Ostan, and if he were to reach out and attempt physical contact his hand would go right through the transparent moon. It wouldn't feel like it was there, but it'd bath him in the faint blue light. The camera shows the moon just as clearly as if he were looking at it.

"You can't touch it," She says rather obviously still keeping out of frame just in case he decides to take a picture, just standing there rather awkwardly. The slowly darkening sky was putting her a bit on edge and she anxiously looked between the entrance and Ostan.

Mods might have logs, could send it to you so you don't gotta rewrite it all

Ahh yeah that sucks
Joanna
*All three of his tests resolved, and their results were interesting. He snapped a pic and Agnes narrowly avoided the capture but he didnt even notice. So... He could approach the moon and it was intangible. It likely wasnt a projection given his phone could also see it... Though that wasnt guaranteed. He put his phone away and pushed his head through the image, trying to put it between his eyes in an attempt to see both sides at once... And the effect was almost comical. He sadly wasnt able to make anything out... Though he had a few theories. Leading among them was something quantum... Like every possible orientation of the moon was present but it showes the one parallel to the viewer...*

*He finishes sketching the moon, wanting to capture the feeling it invoked. He had a picture,but he liked having drawings whenever possible. He turned to Agnes with another question... Before noticing her nervousness... Maybe his assumption that she would like the darkness had been misplaced...*

"Well! Your presentation was phenomenal, if you have nothing else to show we can head back to the cradle." *He offered. It wasnt the best for his studies, he wanted to see this second ability, but... Well that wouldnt be a good friend thing. Extracting information would have to be a slow process...*