Donnie
It was already late when Vance arrived at the library carrying his duffle bag slinging on his shoulder. He wore his usual dark brown overcoat, black T-shirt and grey jeans and sneakers. It was awfully quiet tonight when he pass through the towering bookshelves. He begin collecting books about the supernatural when he passed along one isle. His fingers gliding over the book's spines as his starlight blue eyes glance over the titles.
Mary
After spending time yesterday organizing and placing his things in his room. He felt like possibly taking a look around

As a way to pass the time he decided to take a look at the library. Could be some morbid stories, anatomy books Or fashion catalogs.

He arrives at the library, wearing a black long sleeved turtle neck, Dark purple stylish pants with a Green floral design on the right pant leg, black lace gloves and of course his black hat with a purple ribbon and finally his dark purple ankle boots.
He starts to peruse through an isle and Vance could hear some soft clunk noses a few isles away from him.
Donnie
Vance was walking along light steps with his fingertips brushing along the book's spines, still glancing over the imprinted titles.From the dim artificial light, a semicircle of turquoise blue shone partially from his eyes. There was a content look on his face as he wandered along the isle still in search of the right book he needed. His silver piercings on his pointed ear tinkered quietly; it twitched; he could hear gentle clunks nearby. 

He doesn't comment on the noise when his focus returns to his searching. When he finally paused in his tracks, Vance could feel the corner of his mouth turn upward when he discovered a leather bound book titled: *Book of Shadows: Lore of Spirits.*

Gingerly removing the prize from the shelf, he glanced at the cover to admire the artwork before adding his collection. For a very long time he felt lost and confused about why this spirit stayed with him until he turned 14. Everything was a jigsaw puzzle left untouched for so long that he is slightly afraid to solve it. 

Vance peered around a corner with shifty eyes to see no one was occupying his favorite spot in the library. It was a dark corner by a set of tables and chairs that stayed near the window. Once claiming his space, Vance set a pile of five books aside before taking out his journal and pencil case.
Mary
Motrem has his hands behind his back still browsing the books then he takes notice of a collection of Edgar Allan Poe poems and he picks that book up "Now where do they keep some fashion catalogs or maybe fashion history" He said to himself with a tone sounding with intrigue.

He hums softly a little cheerful tune to himself as he browses. So far no luck for himself so he stops for now and collects books that have more poetry in them.
He pauses for a bit in noticing that he was not the only guest in the library and approaches just a bit outside of Vance's space a bit "Hello there Vance"
Donnie
"Yeah? Hi, what do you want?" Vance replied, his attention still hooked onto the first page of the book. In one hand he held an open journal while the other was scribbling down notes. He should have expected the gothic fashion model would be spending their time at the same library. Their fancy getup with purple, green and black color theme was screaming out "Me-A-Witch!" Vibe that burned part of his vision. 

And when he did bring his full attention to Mortrem, his mouth went dry as soon as interest turned bland. A dull look was reborn as he set his journal down on top of the library book. "Please cut me some slack with your formality... It would be nice if you lighten up a bit and be yourself?"
Mary
"You seem to be studying diligently there" Motrem seemed to be looking at the book Vance was studying, for a moment with one hand holding four selected books and the other hand a bit on his hip. His attention was once again focused on Vance when the other had fully turned to face him. 

He then pulls up a chair one seat away from Vance and sets down his 4 books on the table. Upon hearing the other speak.
"Drat and here I thought I was being formal enough. I haven't invaded your bubble that much already, have I? Unless... Your bubble is much bigger. Well I do sincerely apologize for that then, Though it seems you judge my cover too quickly." He states to Vance in a reserved tone, before picking from one of his own books to read. He choose a book tilted "Inherit the wind"
The rest of the books that were on the table neatly was obviously Edgar Allan Poe poetry, a type of Pagan history book and fashion history.
Donnie
Vance doesn't say anything to remark on what Mortrem said in the conversation. It felt forced and withered when they tried to present themselves too formally. His attention falls back towards his studies once again. His hand jolted down notes as he read page by page taking in information. 

His eyelids lowered as his fang bit the corner of his lip when Mortrem started to chatter a little longer than they should. He did catch a glance at their books that didn't catch his interest all too much. But the thought did sprange up at the back of his mind when he asked,"So... You can deal with dead people, huh?"
Mary
Motrem was silently reading "Inherit the Wind'' after he had spoken to Vance and was intrigued by the story based on a true court case. Plus it did have moments to ponder about what the book tells. He was about to ponder the meaning behind one of the character's little stories that was shared in the court. 

When hearing the other had asked the latter ``So... You can deal with dead people, huh?" He places the book down on the table and puts his index finger tapping on his chin a bit. 
"If you think I'm a necromancer I am not one. However, I don't necessarily deal with the dead and I certainly don't bring the dead back to life" He said with a slight sigh "If I did that would be bad for business at least that is what my grandfather would say"
Donnie
A sound of a page flipped over before Vance bit the inside of his cheek for a second. Pinching back an urge to prick them with a snarky remark. After the sensation subsided, he shakes his head at them with a bored look. 

"I didn't say that I think you're a necromance... Did I?" He rests his pencil on the journal as he raises an eyebrow. "It was a moment of curiosity... I thought you would be a medium of sorts? Since I am getting half assed answers from students, I am wondering if supernaturals, A.K.A, ghosts are a real thing?"
Mary
He puts his chin on the palm of his hand "Yes, supernaturals are as you put it ghosts are real." He responded to Vance quite casually.

"Why so interested in the supernatural unless you have a bone to pick or something much more deeper for those beyond the grave?" He questioned with slight interest in his voice when he again faced Vance while holding his current book. Slightly his eyes had a little bit of a glow to them in which Motrem adjusts his green tinted glasses a bit.
Donnie
"I don't have an ax to grind with any entity," Vance said with a nonchalant tone. "I just want to learn what's really out there before I leave Newton Cradel. Since I arrived here I realized how little I know about them. In fact... I wasn't aware that 'parahumans' were a thing where people are either born or manifest an unnatural condition."

The scritching of his pencil writing notes could be heard in the room as he continued to do his research.
Mary
He slightly nodded at Vance's words then had his hand more over his chin "Fair enough. Would be concerning if you did. I might start feeling bad for the entity that might have wronged you. Or not" 
He hums a bit "Nothing wrong with wanting to know more. You have that right to learn what you can" He said in response to Vance. 

"Well the whole parahuman is something new to me as well considering Esmeralda did mention it slightly after calling me a un stregone" He said with a slight chuckle. Before Motrem returns to reading he states to Vance "Well before you leave from Newton Cradle do try not to leave, by ending up in a hospital again. Not a lot of books about the supernatural I'm afraid."
Donnie
Inside of Vance's ears felt like they wanted to bleed from listening to how Mortrem is talking. There was this oldish decorum of mannerism they present themselves leaving a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. It reminded him of how some of his relatives or students overseas try too hard to be etiquette and speak formal. Vance finds it all to be very wordy and lacks intrigue with similar traits. Perhaps it could be him being biased from tolerating this sort of hotchpotch of smanciness.

He looked up from his book with his cheek resting in his hand, watching Mortrem's mouth open, close, open and close as they spoke. 

*"Well before you leave from Newton Cradle do try not to leave, by ending up in a hospital again. Not a lot of books about the supernatural I'm afraid," They replied.*

Vance blinked before closing them as he pinched the bridge of his nose when he felt a strain. "Right... I'll just make sure I don't make it happen..." His hand now leaves his face to go put away his pencil, eraser and sharpener back into its case. "Much as I want to sit here and chat, I have to catch other classes." And he scoops up his books into his duffle bag with his other belongings. "Later Mortrae, pleasant speaking to you." He gave them a strained smile as he zipped his bag closed. Then he begins to make his leave through the isle of shelves to escape.
Mary
Motrem watches the other pack up and well it was not a hard guess to tell how Vance feels about him. It's not a big surprise for him. Better to just let it be for now considering Vance wants to escape from their so called pleasant conversation.

"Sure," He said with a knowing look and bid a little nod. He looks back to his books and well as the library to himself now after the individual had fled from there.