Miguel
*Ostan lounged in the dormitory commons, sitting on the couch. He had gradually begun to relax his posture around the other students. Afterall, being too noble may make people nervous... So he was slowly relaxing but it would take awhile to undo his parent's training. So he started with small things, laying back with a more casual air.*

*He was still dressed ornately, his outfit looking Victorian. He wore a deep violet dress, which hugged his chest tightly and had extra fabric around his hips to help add a bit more volume. His frame was already thin, so that extra bit of cushion helped.*

*He wasnt worried about much today, two books in his lap. The first is the almost infuriatingly sparse book he had found on parahuman nature. It was ridiculous how little this book said in an excess of words. The second was his personal journal, a small violet leather notebook which he made detailed notes within. This was his third day with the book, and he was making good progress, but he wouldnt be happy until he had pulled every secret out of the stupid book.*
Edward
*Emmi nervously tapped her finger on the table, as the other hand drew a large, vertical line on a scrap piece of paper, from bottom to top, hence creating a very important chart. At the very top of the paper, above said chart, was "Making friends," And on either side of the line went a header: "Pros" And "Cons." 
 
The young woman spent the next several minutes listing pro after pro. However, only one con stayed in it's column. "I don't have to talk to people and I can keep reading my book." That was saying something, considering that, while Emmi didn't *Exactly* Want to socialize in the new and frankly terrifying place, the book she was reading hardly kept her attention. It was one of the only books about acting she could find in the library, and it made her latest obsession seem like the driest, most boring subject on the planet. A lengthy sigh exited her lips. If Emmi were to stay sane, *She was going to have to talk to people.* 

Crumpling the evidence of the chart that made her feel pretty silly in the end, she tossed it into the nearest trashcan. Emmi scanned the room, standing awkwardly in the middle of the commons for an odd amount of time, doing a mental version of Eenie Meenie Mini Mo to decide between a few students that didn't seem to be engaged in anything. Finally, her eyes met Ostan's. Well, now she *Had* To say something. "Hello! My name is Emily Harold, but you can call me Emmi!" She said in a cadence one might use if they were to be kidnapped and forced to make a phone call to communicate the criminal's demands to their loved ones, but somehow with that forced positivity that claims "Everything is okay!" However, everything was not okay, as Emmi's brain caught up to how she said those words. Wuh oh. "U-u-uh... Hi!" She said again, a forced smile hiding that she forgot how to act like a normal human being, something that she never quite grasped to begin with.*
Miguel
*Ostan had spotted her as soon as she had walked in. Painfully awkward would have been putting it mildly... But he had to give her something... She atleast had the confidence to approach. He looked up with a gaze full of pitty, a look that seemed to say "Bless your heart." His dull violet eyes were sharp and calculating. An almost Cheshire grin grew on his face as he set his pen down and extended his hand. His skin was a pale-gray, and the ends of his fingers came to an almost charcoal black.*

"Ostan... Tei Sheios" *He said softly.* "Would you happen to be new here? I am sure I havent seen you before. I am new here aswell, in two days it will have been a week" *He said with a soft sigh.*

"Oh, but where are my manners, please sit" *He said, gesturing to the rest of the empty couch next to him. He wanted... No he need to make friends here. He wanted to do parahuman research and he would need test subjects other than himself... Of course he wouldnt do any human experimentation... He wasnt nearly far enough along in his research! He would simply need samples from parahuman individuals to test against different control samples.And the best way to get samples would be to make friends with people and then ask them very nicely*

*To make friends he had to set traps, and this first one was devilish. By offering her a space to sit, it would trap her here for a bit of time. She didnt seem like the person to refuse, and it would give Ostan time to try to make her his friend. A perfect plan!*
Mary
Emmi visibly tensed, and promptly relaxed. "Hi" She said for a third time. The girl smiled bashfully, before pushing up her enormous glasses. "I... I am" She mumbled, staring at the floor. "I... I just got here too!" She said, her eyes lighting up a little. "I... I'm basically just settling in" She said going back to avoiding eye contact. She was slowly but surely relaxin. Following his offer, Emmi plopped into the seat next to him. She scanned him for anything that could start a conversation. His appearance was very much not the place to start. Silently, she wished that everyone wore their interests on their shirts, like Emmi did. In fact, she was wearing a t-shirt with "The Colin and Brad Show" Plastered on the top, with the two improvisors' faces pictured below. She then silently wished that she had chosen a more commonly known interest to wear today.

"So uh, what are you reading?" She asked.
Miguel
*Ostan smiled softly, examining Emmi's outfit with a careful gaze. He hadnt ever heard of "The Colin and Brad Show"... But asking may be a good thing to do sometime. One had to engage in small talk after all. He was glad that she had sat down so easily, seemingly not even noticing the trap! That made his job even easier! Now, time to make a friend.*

*She made the first move with a simple question, and it was a good question that gave Ostan several avenues for response.* "Well... It isnt a good book. It is from the library, and it is one of the only books I can find on parahuman natures and abilities. I have been combing through it for any secret tidbits of information I can find... To worryingly bad results. This book manages to say next to nothing with thousands upon thousands of words." *He said with a loud sigh. He raised his journal, tapping its cover for emphasis* 

"This journal contains all my notes on parahumans... Well... Parahumans besides myself of course. I wish I had more but this place is very tight lipped." *He spoke before sighing again with obvious exasperation. Hopefully this would turn the conversation towards parahuman abilities... In which case Emmi presented a wonderful opportunity to learn more sets of abilities.*
Edward
"What *Is* With the library and books that do... That thingy? You know, the thingy where they use lots of big words like *Coalesce* Or *Mitigation* O-or *Synergy* And they don't tell us anything!" She inhaled, prepared to complain more about it, before shrinking a little, realizing that he wanted to know about *Her* Abilities. At least, probably. "O-oh, do you... Want to know..." She said, her voice trailing off, Emmi entering into deep thought. 

She was silent for a while, making a concentrated, yet frustrated face. *Not now.* She thought to herself. *Oh god, not now.* It always happened at the worst times, but especially when she thought about her powers.

Suddenly, from an unknown source, game show thinking music played out of nowhere. "ᵒᵒᵖˢ" She barley stammered out. Holding her temples, concentrating on making it stop. She was finally successful after a few moments, the music stopping abruptly with a little "Ding ding ding" Sound effect. She felt the eyes on her, even if there weren't that many.
Miguel
*Ostan chuckled softly, that... Wasnt exactly what he was implying but he supposed that it could be a valid interpretation of his criticisms... But when he pushed her towards her powers she seemed... Nervous. Now, in his mind the information would be well worth the awkwardness, but if he made people feel bad... They probably wouldnt want to talk to him or let him sample their blood... He was resigned to change the subject when... Music started to play...?*

*At first he assumed it was a phone or something similar, but glancing around the room no one pulled out a device to pause it. On top of that Emmi looked rather embarrassed... Could... She be the source? He immediately closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint the direction of the sound. He also attempted to judge its volume and clarity, though he had to admit that he didnt have the best ear for music. He began furiously scribbling notes, creating a small diagram of their sitting locations and where he thought the music was coming from... But then it stopped.*

*He finished his note, and then looked up with a bemused expression.* "I... Assume that was you. If so, I must say that is a rather interesting power. Can you create any sound or just music? What is the range? How loud can you make it?" *He began asking, leaning forward with obvious interest.*
Edward
"Mayhaps" She resignedly mumbled. "So uh... I can... Um..." Emmi stammered. Sure, she had conversations about her powers, but those were formal. There were *Procedures.* A teacher would ask a question, and she would answer it. There was paperwork. Comparatively, this conversation was a lawless wasteland. "That's a thing that happens yeah... Um, every so often, my brain makes music. Think about if you're watching a movie or TV show. Something happens on screen. There's usually, like, a soundtrack. That's what my brain does but real life" She chuckled awkwardly. "I can also, totally separate thing... Like, do impressions I guess you could call them? But I can do anything, anywhere in the room. " The latter was a power she was less embarrassed about, and one could tell. Emmi instantly relaxed. "Give me a famous voice. Like, literally, any famous voice"
Miguel
*He nodded softly, it soundes like a very interesting power. It could be effective in many circumstances.* "So... This music you make, what are the limits? Could you make the sound of a glass shattering? What decibel range can you create? What about the frequency?" *He asked, leaning forward slightly to show his interest.*

"And... Morgan Freeman from... That direction" *He said, pointing towards the bookshelf. If she could create individuals sounds the uses of that would be endless... Because if it was limited to music then what defined music? That definition could be stretched very far... Maybe it was dependant on the user's perception?*
Edward
"I... I can do sounds" Emmi answered shyly. She would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the attention, though. "And... Uh... It gets... Loud? I've never seen how loud I can go... But I... Don't think this is the time or place" A nervous chuckle exited her lips. 

"Morgan Freeman? Oh, you got it!" She cleared her throat with authority. Then, once she opened her mouth, Morgan's voice came out. Though, it didn't come out of her mouth, it came out of the beforementioned bookshelf. *"Hello. My name is Morgan Freeman. I did a movie where I played the role of God once, and my— well, Emmi's parents watched it precisely one-hundred-times before she arrived at the age of 12. It's called Bruce Almighty. You should totally check it out"*" Her face crinkled into an amused, yet mischievous expression. "Was that good?" She asked in her own voice. Well, mostly. The sound of the W was very much still Mr. Freeman, though by the time she got to the end of the word "Was," She had returned to her own voice. The whole word "Was" Was a gradient between Emily's soft, squeaky, girlish voice, and the dulcet, nearly thunderous tones of Morgan Freeman. "I've never done Morgan Freeman before. W... W-what's something he says in that movie?" Clearing her throat, and this time out of her own lips, she spoke in the actor's voice once more. *"You have a divine spark. You have a gift for bringing joy and laughter to the world. I know, I created you."* 

She chuckled, before once more returning to her own voice. "I've seen it once or twice. Sometimes I wasn't even forced to watch it!"
Miguel
*Ostan raised an eye brow, whistling softly. The impression was nearly spot on, and wasnt familiar enough with the actor to tell the difference. The way she threw her voice was interesting indeed, and a myriad of possibilities popped into his mind. He had been toying with the theory of distilling parahuman abilities, taking them and refining them into drafts... What could a draft of her abilities make? Would it allow you to mimic a single person's voice for a few seconds... Or allow you to throw your voice?*

"Magnificent!" *He chirped, clapping softly for the display of ability. He laughed when her voice swapped back, the smooth gradient moving through several octaves before setting*

"I honestly couldnt give you a like from the film, i simply suggested the voice because it is so different from your normal tone" *He said truthfully, seeming to relax a bit. He took a small break from note taking, simply watching the other parahuman with interest.*
Edward
To quote great modern philosopher, Lady Gaga, Emmi "Lived for the applause, applause, applause." So naturally, Ostan's applause inflated Emmi's ego. She was grinning like an idiot, like she often did after receiving applause. It was like a drug, and Ostan finally gave her her fix.

"T-thank you" She said, doing a little seated bow with a flourish. 

"Yeah no it's hot garbage" Emmi admitted. "Completely awful. But it's just... Nostalgic" She said with a small laugh.
Miguel
"Great! Ill be sure to keep it off of my movie list" *He said with a chuckle, lounging back against the couch and considering the possibilities that a power that like could grant. Oh sure he wouldnt give up his powers for anything... But it was nice to imagine what having other powers would be like, how it would impact his life... .... Though if it happened randomly some day he would probably just straight up die. His opaline blood was so full of toxins and impurities that his powers were one of the things keeping him alive. Hell, he would often drink some kind of venom or poison when he woke up like most people drank coffee.*

*She seemed to enjoy the applause, but he didnt really want to overwhelm her with praise. It seemed like it could go to her head easily. He was one who would know, prideful to a fault... He didnt really know where the conversation should go from here... He wanted to propose friendship... But that must be far too forward.*